The punishment of the female imperial court

In the mysterious winter, the light cold has not yet subsided.

The winter air was filled with a chilling atmosphere, and even the official road heading south was not spared.

The official roads were desolate, with only a few lines of carriages and horses driving listlessly.

The horse was flying in the wind, blowing open the light glazed hood of a man riding a horse, revealing a delicate and delicate jade-colored face.

It was Yu Qiansi, wearing a round-neck robe with green bird embroidery. Her delicate face was embedded in the thick hood and velvet collar. Although the color of the clothes was simple but elegant, she had a certain beauty that was not conspicuous.

Boyi looked at the carriage behind him, shook his head, and rode alongside her with his hands under the horse's belly.

"When I left this morning, the groom at the inn asked me why my cousin, a cousin of mine, insisted on riding a horse instead of taking a carriage in the cold weather. Is it because she was at odds with her family?"

The oncoming wind blew the tip of her nose pink. She wrinkled her nose, simply pulled off the hood, and hummed: "Mind your own business."

"Aru, it's been five days. I'm afraid you are the only person in the world who dares to make trouble for the saint and leave him helpless."

Five days ago, the two of them took the disguised saint and a few unknown Wuya guards and set foot on the road south under the guise of three cousins ​​returning home to visit relatives.

Ever since Wang Song fainted outside the Yuchen Palace that day, Yu Qiansi had not had a good attitude toward the emperor. From this point on, he had to ride a horse instead of a carriage, regardless of the wind and cold weather.

If it hadn't been for the great popularity of women's riding and shooting, I'm afraid it would have been difficult to deal with it.

Yu Qiansi glanced at him and said calmly: "If you are afraid of the cold, just go and take the carriage, what do you care about me?"

Seeing him looking over with raised eyebrows, he felt that his words were too harsh. He thought that Boyi came here for the safety of the saint in the carriage.

He added: "Don't worry, I know it well. If we really stay in the carriage all the way without getting out, it will arouse suspicion."

It was nothing unusual for a woman from a high-ranking family in Dasheng to ride a horse occasionally to relax during the trek. It was not unusual for a group of people to be so out-of-the-box and careless, so that no one would doubt their identity.

What's more, she specially brought several sets of old medicine stoves and various decoctions. Before setting off, she also steamed all the furnishings in the carriage for a long time. Now, wherever they go, there is a smell of medicine.

Externally, it was said that her second cousin was in poor health and had been sick all year round, so she relied on connections in the clan to go to Beijing to seek medical treatment.

In this case, it makes sense that she would not want to ride in a carriage and be intoxicated by the smell of medicine.

There was a cry from behind: "Brother!"

Yu Qiansi glanced at him with teasing eyes: "I'm calling you, 'brother'."

Now among the three of them, he is the eldest son from the eldest brother of the clan, Jiang Jiqing is the biological brother of his first mother, and Yu Qiansi is the eldest daughter of the second eldest brother.

In this way, both of them should call themselves "brothers".

But every time the word "brother" came out of Jiang Jiqing's mouth, it always made him a little dazed. Even though he had been called like this for four or five days, it was still like this.

And Yu Qiansi didn't know whether he did it deliberately or not. He never spoke easily along the way, but whenever Jiang Jiqing opened his mouth to call him "brother", he would definitely follow suit.

He glared at Yu Qiansi, it was obvious that she was in a bad mood and was taking advantage of herself.

He turned the horse's head and returned to the carriage. He looked at Jiang Ji looking up at him with a clear and earnest expression, but he still couldn't call out the "brother" written in the script before leaving.

He turned his gaze sideways and turned to look at the weeds beside the road. He bent down from his horse and asked vaguely, "But are you tired? Looking at the sky, there are still two hours before we can enter the Seven Buddhas City to rest."

Jiang Jiqing's eyes flashed, and he lowered his eyes to hide a lonely smile.

He reached into his arms and took out a letter: "This is the letter that Chang Si An Ning gave me before leaving Beijing. She told me to hand it to Sister Yu five days after departure, but she has ignored it until now. I can only trouble my brother." Boyi took it and put it into his arms without saying anything before he looked at it. Without waiting for Jiang Jiqing to say anything else, he rode back to Yu Qiansi.

"For you." After seeing the words on the letter clearly, he handed it over with a smile and tilted his head in anticipation of her reaction.

Yu Qiansi looked at the respectful strokes on the letter and twitched her eyes.

"Kunshan Gao Yu greets you."

Boyi laughed loudly: "The princess never forgets to say all the clever things to you when she writes a letter. Isn't this letter filled with words that she collected everywhere to praise you?"

Boyi was joking around, and when he saw her reaching out to untie the envelope, he quickly took the reins from her hands and held them together with his own reins.

The two reins returned to one place, and the two horses driving side by side got closer. The horses were almost touching each other, and their ears and temples were rubbing against each other, which gave them a feeling of neither one nor the other.

He smiled bitterly and stopped looking at the two horses in front of him. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Yu Qiansi only glanced at the content of the letter, then tore up the letter expressionlessly, threw it away, and let the paper fly like the wind. The remaining snow drifts away in the wind.

The color of the snow also added a hint of impatience to her eyes.

"This letter is not written to me, but to Shang Fu."

Boyi watched the pieces of paper being run over by horseshoe wheels, gradually becoming the same color as the plaster, and understood the purpose of the letter.

On this trip, Yu Anning was not on the list of people traveling with him, so he must have come to Shang Fu to show off in front of her.

That's why Yu Anning wrote this letter. When Jiang Jiqing handed it to her halfway through the journey, she just asked her to read it to Shang Fu. It was conceivable that it must be full of words criticizing Shang Fu.

She was sure that Shang Fu didn't dare to point fingers at A Ru, and since he was too far away from the capital at this time, he had no way to return to the capital for revenge, so he had to swallow his breath in front of everyone.

"Shang Fu is now traveling with the so-called 'Holy Master'. When he gets to the imperial mausoleum, he will know that he is not accompanying the Holy Master in the strict sense. When the news comes back to the capital, he will definitely be disgraced in front of the princess. , so she has already avenged her revenge."

There is no need to keep this letter anymore.

Yu Qiansi calmly took back his reins from Boyi's hand and straightened his cuffs.

If there was no such thing as the young master and the journey was boring, maybe she would really have the leisure to have some fun with the princess.

But now.
The cold road is desolate and white.

Boyi saw her lack of interest and asked, "Are you worried about Wang Song?"

Yu Qiansi turned around and saw that the carriage behind him was a little far away, so he lightly reined in the horse and slowed down, opened his mouth, and filled his mouth with cold wind.

"Compared to that ineffective Yu Qianshan, my half-baked medical skills really make me feel uneasy."

Before leaving Beijing, her adoptive father taught her the acupuncture technique and reminded her that she could give it a try when the young master was unable to restrain the body's poison.But this method is nothing more than stimulating acupuncture points and forcibly using the person's essence to resist the poisonous hair.Even if he is rescued, I am afraid that the pain he suffered from the poison will be even worse than before.

Now, before I have time to take a good rest, I have to follow the Holy Driver south again.

She looked at the long road ahead, but what worried her was the unknown place behind her.

"Why should the imperial mausoleum be built so far away from the capital?"

Aren’t imperial mausoleums always supposed to be built in geomantic treasures next to the capital?But why is Longyuan so far away from the capital? It takes more than ten days to go quickly.

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