The High Gate Mistress of Rebirth

After the palace banquet, the important ministers and noble ladies left the imperial city one after another. Mrs. Xie and Zhao Xuan came out together with the people from the Duke of Zhen's mansion. After Mrs. Xie got into the car, he stared at the brightly lit capital city, but said, "I want to go to the city tower to have a look."

After tossing and tossing for a whole day, Zhao Xuan was already exhausted. He was very surprised to hear his wife's words, and blurted out: "Aren't you tired?"

"Not tired." Mrs. Xie replied, then looked at Zhao Xuandao again: "Let the coachman take you back to the mansion first, and then I will go to the tower."

The winter in Beijing is much colder than in Yizhou. At this moment, what Zhao Xuan wants most is to go back and get into the warm bed and have a good sleep.

Just as he was about to say yes, he thought about it, he and his wife have been married for so many years, and he has never heard of such a request from his wife. He often travels with the Meng family, but it seems that he has never gone out with his wife. memory.

Since Xie got married, she was either busy with taking care of the family or raising children. She was as busy as a spinning top all day long, and he also thought that kind of life was what she wanted.

"I'll go with you." Zhao Xuan said.

Mrs. Xie was a little surprised. She looked at her husband and replied: "If you are tired, go back first. I just haven't been back to Beijing for so many years. I suddenly want to take a good look."

Zhao Xuan said with emotion after hearing the words: "Isn't it? Since you married in Yizhou, this is the first time you have returned to Beijing in all these years. It has been about fifteen or sixteen years."

"Let's go, I'll go with you." Zhao Xuan thought hard, opened the car door and said to the coachman: "I won't go back to the house, go to the city gate."

Accompanied by the yelling of the coachman reining in the horse, the Hua chariot turned around and ran towards the city gate.

The husband and wife climbed up the high city tower, and they had a panoramic view of the brightly lit capital city.

Mrs. Xie looked towards the direction of the Hou Mansion, and could only see a faint light. She smiled wryly, and murmured: "My mother likes to stand here to watch the night view of the capital. I remember that when I was very young, my father often took Mother and I come here."

"At that time, it was really good."

The time that Mrs. Xie spoke of was naturally the days when Mrs. Qian hadn't appeared, her parents were harmonious, and she was happy and happy.

In Zhao Xuan's cognition, his wife is a very powerful and strong person. After she married into the palace, she was able to take care of the middle school by herself in less than a year. There are more than 1000 people in the family, from grandmothers, fathers and mothers, to younger uncles, sisters-in-law and sisters, none of them disobeyed or respected her.

She is the backbone of the back residence of the palace, and she is born to be a powerful existence.

But as soon as he returned to the capital, Zhao Xuan clearly felt the change in his wife.

From time to time, she will show a fragile appearance, she will also be sad, and she will cry like other women.

"The children are growing up too. From now on, I will bring you to Beijing every time I pay tribute." Seeing his wife's fragile appearance, Zhao Xuan felt inexplicably soft in his heart, and blurted out: "If you like this place, after we return to Beijing Just come here often.”

Mrs. Xie looked at her husband, smiled, and replied: "How can it be like what you said? In the future, you will inherit the throne, but you will never be able to return to the capital. How can I be so lucky that you will accompany me to stand together?" Watch Chang'an here."

Zhao Xuan stretched out his hand to hold his wife, and said with a smile: "It's just that I can't go back to Beijing, don't I still have my sons, and when it's their turn to go to Beijing to congratulate me in the future, I will ask them to bring you back. No matter how you go shopping, let your son accompany you."

Yes, she has a husband and sons, she should be content, but for some reason, Mrs. Xie always feels empty in her heart.

She stared in the direction of the Hou Mansion and asked Zhao Xuandao: "You said I asked them to separate my mother's fairy throne from my father's, will my mother blame me?"

Hearing this, Zhao Xuan was silent for a long time, and said uncertainly: "Probably not, didn't you say that your mother-in-law hated your father to the core before she died, since she left with hatred, I think she is under Jiuquan You also don't want to be with your father anymore."

Mrs. Xie shook her head slightly, and said sullenly, "I don't know either."

She sighed slightly, and said: "My mother has been arguing with my father ever since she found out that he has other women outside. Not only did my father not restrain himself, he even didn't even return home in the end. He stayed in the outer house all day, which means that my mother was being bullied. He doesn't care if he gets sick."

As he spoke, Xie couldn't help but shed tears.

Xu Shi's childhood experience hurt her too much. In Zhao Xuan's eyes, the strong and capable wife, ever since she returned to Beijing, she would occasionally reveal a fragility he had never seen before.

Zhao Xuan used a brocade handkerchief to try to wipe away tears for his wife, hugged her lightly, and said in a low voice: "I have never heard you mention the past, and I also know that your life was not going well in the past, but it didn't happen hurt you so badly."

Xie lay in her husband's arms. She sniffed, tried to control her emotions, and continued: "Later, my mother became so ill that she couldn't even get out of bed, and couldn't speak. Come in, the imperial doctor said that she has already run out of fuel, but she just refuses to close her eyes, forcing her dry eyes to stare at the door all day long."

"I know that she is waiting for her father, looking forward to seeing him for the last time. In order to help her fulfill her last wish, I went to her father's house. At that time, Qian Shi had just given birth to a son, and my father was immersed in the joy of getting married. In the joy of my son, when I saw my father hugging the son born of the Qian family, I was so angry that I turned around and left."

Hearing this, Zhao Xuan couldn't help but shed tears. He stroked his wife's undulating thin shoulders, and said in a deep voice: "Qingqing, you have endured too much in the past."

Qingqing is Xie's boudoir word.

It was the first time for her to hear her husband call her boudoir name, and her bitter heart couldn't help moving, she raised her eyes to look at her husband: "It was only then that I realized that if a man doesn't love a woman, he can be so heartless. "

Zhao Xuan sighed slightly, and asked, "Did the mother-in-law never see your father until she closed her eyes?"

Mrs. Xie smiled wryly: "Later, my aunt Fuxi came to visit my mother, and when she learned about this, she was so angry that she raised her sword and went to my father's foreign house. If the servants didn't stop me, Mrs. Qian would be killed by me." My aunt was killed with a sword. My father was forced to come back, but my mother didn't wait for it in the end, and the moment he stepped into the gate of the Hou Mansion, my mother couldn't stand it anymore. "

"She left, but her eyes were open."

Aunt Fuxi was so angry that she wanted to kill my father, and asked him why he was so unfeeling and refused to come and see my mother for the last time, but my father said that he wanted to come back to see each other a long time ago, but he just didn’t know how To my mother.