This time, Zhao Yuan went to Yuling Palace to express his gratitude

. Zhao Yuan did not let hundreds of officials accompany him. He only brought with him the third-rank court officials and several direct relatives of the Zhao family. This was mainly because of the Empress Dowager Ciyi last year. When passing away, these ceremonies should not be too grand.

It also snowed in Hushan this year. As for the snow scene, it is not as good as those in Xiyuan and Yichunyuan. It is a pity that the thousands of red plum blossoms in Yulang Pavilion bloomed late this year, and now they only have a few buds. On the branches.

After the banquet in the Zhai Hall, Jiang Weiren suddenly whispered when he came out: "It's a pity that the good scenery that year can't be enjoyed this year. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to come to Hushan in the future."

Jiang Weiren thought, wait Three years later, by that time, he must have already put an end to this matter and retired hand in hand with her. Naturally, he would never attend the thank-you ceremony or come to Hushan again.

"Some things are better than looking at them once," she said in a low voice, "What's more, it only happens once in a lifetime, and a good time is hard to come by..."

The courtiers and relatives had already left, and Zhao Yuan also returned with Queen Cao. At the dormitory hall. Yan Qing and Jiang Weiren walked all the way from the Zhai Palace. There were not as many people waiting in the palace as there were in the palace, so it seemed a little deserted, but it also made the snow scene in front of them better.

Seeing that he looked a little sentimental because of what she just said, she smiled again and said: "Although the snow scene in Hushan is beautiful, I am afraid of the cold, so I don't feel it is a pity if I don't see it."

He raised his eyes and looked at her. She came closer and said softly: "Then from now on, I will take you to a place where there is no more frost or snow."

Her eyes were hot and she replied in a low voice: "Okay..."

Although she wanted to stay with her for a while longer, in order to avoid suspicion, , he could only leave. Yan Qing looked at the extremely reluctant look in his eyes and made a plan in his heart, but turned around and left with a very calm face.

The courtyard where Jiang Weiren lives is at the outermost edge of the palace. It is a square courtyard, simple but clean.

In his yard alone, there were some rocks, plants and trees carefully scattered around, and the fallen snow covered them layer by layer, which was quite pleasing to the eye, but it was a pity that he didn't have the time to appreciate them.

In the evening, after returning from the banquet in the dining hall, he dealt with government affairs in the room. He also brought all the unread excerpts from various ministries, and the palace servants did not even bother to take a sip of the hot tea.

Until the night gradually deepened, the snow outside became heavier and heavier, and the clumps of wadding looked like weaving curtains when looking out.

Suddenly, an eunuch pushed open the door and came in to report, "Sir, the Queen Mother Shengyi sent someone over, saying that it will be snowy and cold tonight, so the Queen Mother was considerate of Sir and asked someone to bring hot soup."

"Let someone come in..." He He said while picking up his pen.

After a while, the door was pushed open again, and while he was busy, he caught a glimpse of a little palace maid walking in with her head lowered and carrying a food box.

The palace man bowed to him, but the chief minister was too preoccupied with state affairs at the moment to care about it. He just said: "You can leave it there. Please thank the Queen Mother for my kindness when you go back."

The palace man listened . , turned around and walked to the table aside, put the food box down, took out the soup in it, carefully poured it into a porcelain bowl, and walked towards him with it.

Jiang Weiren didn't notice until the person came to him, "Just leave it alone, you can go."

"Okay then..." the person replied softly.

With this sound, Jiang Weiren suddenly raised his head and met her eyes.

Yan Qing put the bowl of soup on his desk and was about to turn around. Jiang Weiren, who was not going to let her go, grabbed her hand and said, "Hey, don't go. It was my fault. I was blind!"

Although Seeing that Mr. Yuan Fu had a good attitude in admitting his mistake, Yan Qing still said with a straight face: "Mr. Yuan Fu is busy with state affairs. I should not disturb you. I will go back now."

"What day is there no state affairs? Such a beautiful scenery and good time are really rare. ." He said warmly, holding her waist, pulling her to him, sitting on his lap, and then looked at her carefully.

She was really dressed like a palace maid from head to toe, and her face was unadorned, but such a plain face was already stunning enough for him.

We parted ways only at dusk, but it seemed like we hadn't seen each other for a long time. This is what the ancients said about three autumns in one day.

Yan Qing's face heated up under his burning gaze. He suddenly remembered the soup, picked it up and said, "I brought this soup along the way. It will get cold if I don't drink it."

Jiang Weiren was about to take it, but He saw her taking the spoon and blowing on it, then handed it to his lips.

At this moment, the Chief Assistant was almost in a state of ecstasy. In the dim candlelight, her eyes were sparkling and her lips were flowing. This moment seemed unreal.

He seemed to be in a trance as he swallowed the soup. Jiang Weiren felt that his smile must be a little silly at this moment. The smile in her eyes grew stronger, and she wanted to tease him, "The Queen Mother Shengyi said that it is cold and snowy today, and the Chief Assistant is alone, and the quilt is cold, so she asked the slave to come..."

He hugged her tighter He stared at her tightly, his voice was low and hoarse, "I thank the Queen Mother for her kindness, but I am disrespectful."

After the words fell, his lips also fell together. Yan Qing was kissed, without any power to fight back. She had always been like this. Yes, the momentum is sufficient, and the words are not to be outdone. In fact, they are strong on the outside but hard on the inside. When it comes to these times, they are not used very much. In the end, they are always bullied enough.

When their lips parted, Yan Qing could hardly breathe, and she lay on his shoulder, her chest heaving. Jiang Weiren's heart was so soft that he kissed her temples again and whispered: "It's snowing so hard outside, I can't bear to let such a delicate person go back in the snow again. Since the Queen Mother asked you to come, I won't let you go." "

Jiang Weiren is not without any doubts. Yan Qing has become a completely different person recently. When he is alone with him, he is no longer as scrupulous as before. Although he will inevitably ask for mercy in the end, he is always very enthusiastic and bold at first, but there are At the same time, I felt a little sad.

However, she had experienced something like that. Zhang Fang said that when he went in that night, Cao Dingzhen was already dead, and it was Yan Qing's hand. Every time he imagined that moment, he seemed to feel her anger and fear.

There was also Fuying's death, all of which made it reasonable for her to change like this. What's more, with her current obsessive and passionate attitude, he was most happy to see her come to fruition and couldn't wish for her more.

Yan Qing got up before dawn the next day. Of course, he woke up and fell asleep all night, so he couldn't sleep well. She was tired and exhausted, and she had no strength left in her body, but she was about to drive back to Beijing at noon, and she had to rush back to her dormitory to freshen up.

Furthermore, if it gets colder and everyone in the palace gets up, you will inevitably encounter some people along the way. If someone finds out, you will suffer.

Jiang Weiren knew that he had made her angry again, and felt sorry for her to rush back. He first made her stand up, let her lean against him softly, and then dressed her one by one.

Naturally, he was not familiar with women's attire, so he spent some time stumbling over it. He even boasted that he wanted to tie her hair up, but after looking at him, he just asked him to take the comb and make a plain bun.

Yan Qing was naturally angry. Outsiders only knew that Jiang Weiren, the first assistant, was calm and steady. Who knew that when he acted like a fool, he could be extremely hateful.

It was the most uncomfortable when she got up. Although he had cleaned her up last night, but... she still felt uncomfortable. This was the time when she resented him the most.

Last night was really ridiculous, especially late at night, when the snow outside broke the dead branches. He took her clothes and got up and went to the window to listen to the sound of falling snow. The two cuddled up, loving each other. She was trapped in his arms. At first they just kissed her lightly, but he was so moved that he couldn't bear it. There was someone beside the window. He didn't care about Zhang Muzhen...

He even forgot that there was a plum vase originally placed on the wooden case. The wooden case shook and the plum vase fell down and broke into pieces with a "pop" sound. The sound was especially clear at night. It alerted the eunuch on duty in the side room. He got up in a hurry and came over. He asked carefully from outside: "My lord?"

The room was pitch dark, and her face couldn't be seen. In fact, it was almost dripping red. He still refused to leave, so he cleared his throat solemnly and said, "It's okay, my hand slipped."

Even so, when the eunuch left, he returned to his old ways. She refused to listen to anything she said, until the last time his voice was like a sob. Extremely pitiful.

When he went back, Jiang Weiren insisted on taking her outside Qingyue, Linfang, where she lived. He said that it was already dark and he would not be bumped into by anyone. Even if he was bumped into, she only had to lower her head and follow him.

Yan Qing couldn't defeat him and could only rely on him.

When they arrived at the dormitory, they saw Ayu waiting outside the palace from a distance. Seeing that she was back, he hurriedly caught up and said, "Your Majesty, you are back."

"What's wrong?" Yan Qing was a little nervous by her look.

Sure enough, Ayu said with a serious face: "Something happened at Songhe Xueyun last night."

Songhe Xueyun is the dormitory where Zhao Yuan lives. He went back with Cao Yujun last night, and naturally slept with the queen at night. If Whatever happened to Songhe Xueyun was probably related to the emperor and the empress.

As Yan Qing expected, Zhao Yuan had a big quarrel with his queen Cao Yujun last night. As for the cause of the matter, no one except the emperor and the empress knew.

The palace people only knew that late at night, two people had a quarrel in the bedroom. His Majesty was particularly angry and threw something. Zhang Fang boldly went in and saw the queen sitting at the end of the bed in her pajamas, trembling and her face was full of tears.

The two were at loggerheads, and Zhao Yuan could not get rid of his anger. Finally, under Zhang Fang's persuasion, he asked the palace officials to send the queen to the Liyue Jade Pavilion, which was closest to Songhe Xueyun. At that time, Zhao Yuan did not allow anyone to alert the Queen Mother Shengyi, but Zhang Fang still secretly went to Linfang Qingyue to deliver the message, so that the Queen Mother would have some thoughts.

When returning to court, Zhao Yuan refused to ride with the queen. Knowing his stubborn temper, Yan Qing asked someone to invite the queen into the car he was riding in.

There was a big fuss last night. In fact, many people already knew that Cao Yujun was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and she still held on in front of Yan Qing, pretending that nothing happened.

"Yujun," Yan Qing comforted softly, "from the outside, it seems that the queen and mother are honoring the world, but in fact there are many things that are beyond your control. Your Majesty is still young. When you are not sensible, you have to take more care of it. I'll take care of you."

After saying this, the little girl couldn't hold back her tears any longer and fell down her cheeks. Yan Qing sighed and wiped her tears with a silk hand.

Yan Qing didn't ask about what happened last night, but Cao Yujun was actually grateful.

Last night, Zhao Yuan was drunk and asked her to sleep with him in a daze, and his actions were even more embarrassing. The most embarrassing thing was that she heard him muttering the name of another person.

Zhao Yuan is her husband, but she knows that he doesn't like her, and it can even be said that he hates her. It's because his mother forced her to him, and because of herself, it's impossible for him to let the person he truly loves sit in the chair. In this queen's position.

But she was also his queen, and he blamed her for hating her. She didn't dare to complain, but he shouldn't be so contemptuous and not give her any dignity.

She resisted at that time, hoping that he would wake up, but he got angry like that, and finally alarmed everyone, and the trouble reached a point of no return.

She cried and thought all night, and finally came to her senses.

"Empress," she said softly, "there is one thing I need to ask you about..."

Yan Qing didn't know what she was going to say, so he said warmly: "What do you want to say?"

Cao Yujun looked calm, "According to the practice of the Yu Dynasty The draft is held in early spring. After the spring, I invite you to hold a draft to select a concubine for Your Majesty. "

Although A Yuan has not yet reached the crown, at his current age, the harem has begun to fill up for every emperor in the past. It is indeed understandable that he began to choose concubines.

But Yan Qing's heart suddenly ached a little for this sensible queen.

"You are the Queen of the Middle Palace, so naturally you make the decision." She looked at Cao Yujun and said slowly.