Traveling through: The down-and-out beauty refuses to be cannon fodder

After Mao Wen withdrew, Zhu Jianshen briefly chatted with Uncle Jingyuan's son Wang Tian, ​​and then got up and went back to the palace.

This made Wang Tian a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er.

The emperor suddenly came to visit at home, but he didn't talk about anything, just exchanged a few pleasantries and left.

Wang Tian immediately found his staff and discussed carefully.

Zhu Jianshen and Wan Zhen'er returned to the Forbidden City in a carriage, and walked all the way to the gate of Zhaode Palace.

Zhu Jianshen looked at the plaque at the gate of Zhaode Palace and remained silent.

Wan Zhen'er was stunned, and smiled sweetly: "I'm tired after walking this trip, the emperor should go in and have a rest."

After planning for many days, whether or not he can regain favor depends on this crucial step.

Zhu Jianshen's gaze shifted from the plaque to Wan Zhen'er's face.

Zhaode Palace is the residence of the late emperor's favorite concubine Chen, the most luxurious and magnificent.

After he came to the throne, he couldn't make Wan Zhen'er the queen, so he focused on building this place and took Zhaode Palace as their love nest.

Now Zhaode Palace is still majestic, but the state of mind of the two of them has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The woman who once thought she was in love with each other no longer had coquettishness and domineering in her eyes. Instead, there was a touch of flattery and flattery in her eyes, and there was even a subtle and imperceptible cautiousness and perceptual observation.

That's right, without her own protection, the empress would not dare to do anything to her, but the empress dowagers of the two palaces are not vegetarians.I heard that her life this year was not very easy.

Although he didn't come to the harem, some gossip still reached his ears.

The birth mother, Empress Dowager Zhou, always disliked Concubine Wan Gui, thinking that this woman of her own age had shamelessly seduced her son, so she put on small shoes for her every three days.

Copying scriptures, embroidering Buddha statues, all kinds of small rubbing and grinding.Although Concubine Wan Gui had a hot temper, she didn't dare to openly disobey her, and suffered a lot.

The aunt Empress Dowager Qian is different.

Before the Empress Dowager Sun passed away, she handed over all the financial power of the harem to the Qian family, who was still the queen at the time. Even the control of the internal treasury was divided into two, half to the Sun family and the other half to the Qian family.

After he ascended the throne, he wanted to take over the financial power of the harem and hand it over to the Wan family, but he never succeeded.

Relying on her financial power, Empress Dowager Qian crushed and ran on Zhaode Palace. It is said that the monthly silver of the people in Zhaode Palace could not be paid out.

Thinking about this year, Wan Zhen'er finally realized that without the protection of herself as the emperor, she still has no right to be the master of the harem after all.

After all, life can teach us how to be human.

With deep phoenix eyes, Zhu Jianshen said in a low voice, "Sister Zhen'er, you should rest early."

Wan Zhen'er was slightly stunned, staring at Zhu Jianshen's eyes without moving.She didn't expect that Zhu Jianshen would have a day when he couldn't get in.

The little boy she brought up with her own hands, trembling and crying in her arms at night, the brat who obeyed her words, the boy who became angry after hearing her one-sided words, finally grew up and was no longer dominated by her. Enchanted.

There was firmness and forbearance in his eyes, and there were many strange things that she couldn't see through.

Yeah, he's passed his 20th birthday, really grown up, a real man, and learned to say no to himself.

Zhu Jian looked back at Wan Zhen'er.

He has grown a lot taller.From his height, he could look down on her long ago.

But until today, he realized that she was no longer so radiant, and she was no longer so amiable.

She already had crow's feet around the corners of her eyes.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on her face, showing some traces of time.

She has grown up, and she has also begun to age.

There was a trace of pleading in her eyes.

Zhu Jian took a deep breath, hardened his heart and said, "I'm leaving."

Wan Zhen'er looked at Zhu Jianshen, who was tall and straight, being surrounded by the crowd, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she was saddened.

The boy who was so obsessed with her ended up getting farther and farther away from her.

Maid Lianzi helped Wan Zhen'er into Zhaode Palace.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor must be busy with business today, and he will come to see you when he has time. You see, in the harem, the only one the Emperor is willing to personally deliver to the gate of the palace is the Empress!"

The depression in Wan Zhen'er's heart subsided a little.

That's right, although he failed to regain his favor in one fell swoop, he was able to send him to the gate of Zhaode Palace, and he still had some old feelings for him.

It's just that he is used to being arrogant after all, how could he be persuaded to come back by himself once?Still need to spend more thought and patience.

Wan Zhen'er looked around at the resplendent Zhaode Palace.

This year, she realized how lonely it is here.

It turned out that the noble lady who had been with her no longer came.The eunuchs who kneeled and licked themselves also disappeared.

Rumors that he fell out of favor quickly spread throughout the harem.

She didn't care at first.

His own son died, and his own Bai Yueguang, the eldest son of Huichang Houfu, Sun Zan, completely avoided seeing him.

Even the Sun family, who always regarded themselves as pawns, no longer paid any attention to him.

That's right, the Sun family supports the Empress Dowager Zhou with a weak natal background in the harem, and the two trump cards of the Queen Wang. What kind of onion is he, a concubine who has no heirs, is old and has lost her favor?
Now, she realizes that the only person she can rely on and count on is Zhu Jianshen.

Only when he is alive, and only when he restores his former enthusiasm and love to him, can he really be the king of the harem.

At the age of 37, Wan Zhener lost the unrealistic fantasies of her teenage years.

Can he get out of the palace alive?Obviously impossible.

Do you want to be buried tragically after the death of the emperor?

Obviously don't want to.

Since there is no retreat, then go forward bravely and fight for it!
Wan Zhen'er's gaze became more and more determined, and her well-maintained right hand was clenched into a fist.

Zhu Jianshen walked back to Qianqing Palace along the red wall corridor.

Seeing His Majesty approaching, the palace servants on the side of the road quickly bowed their heads and stood facing the red wall, not daring to look at the emperor surrounded by the crowd.

Zhu Jianshen was filled with emotion.

He didn't know how many times he had walked through such corridors in the palace.

Almost all of his life shuttled through these corridors.

From the apprehension and fear from the beginning of the memory, to the bewilderment after the restoration of the father, and the great ambition when he first took the throne.

These seemingly similar corridors carried too much of his emotions.

However, since seeing the bright spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, small bridges, flowing water, and willows, his heart is no longer constrained by these square red walls.

He sits on the whole world in name, and he wants to see more landscapes, characters and geography.

He has to make the world really obey him before he dares to say that he owns the world.

The servants of Qianqing Palace remained respectful and cleaned the windows everywhere.

Before Wan Zhen'er entered Zhaode Palace, she was the master of the house here, taking care of all the affairs of Qing Palace for herself.

To this day, those items are still placed according to her opinion.

Zhu Jianjian took a deep breath slowly, and then exhaled slowly.

Inhaling and exhaling, his eyes looked around.Fragments of the past flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.