She is different from the empress in the history books

Chapter 1 Farewell
In the spring of March, when the warmth suddenly turns cold, the common people in the suburbs are still huddled in thin and tattered linen clothes. They gather in groups at the foot of the fresh green mountains to snatch a few grass roots or edible insects.

The handsome gentlemen and graceful ladies in the imperial city are not afraid of the cold spring, they can't wait to put on spring shirts made of expensive fabrics, and wear brand-new gold, silver and jade ornaments. Drink freely and have fun.

It was at this time that Yang Luo stepped into this majestic imperial city that had carried the national destiny of the Great Zhou Dynasty for hundreds of years.

From the hardships of the people's livelihood and the refugees everywhere, to the prosperity and luxury in the city, it seems that there are two worlds separated by the city wall.

Yang Luo let out a sigh of regret, the imperial capital did not disappoint his imagination, and even had more prosperity and extravagance than he had imagined, but this did not make him naively think that this prosperity and extravagance could last for a long time.

However, this actually doesn't have much to do with him, because he is just a kid from a small aristocratic family who came here to seek career advancement, and is not yet qualified to talk about the fate of the country.

At the moment Yang Luo entered the city, the endless palace complex in the center of the city was toasting and toasting for a farewell banquet.

The clear and fine wine that came from the Western Regions all the way on the back of a humped horse is either poured into the throat or spilled out of the cup. No one will feel sorry for this little wine.

Being able to bring temporary happiness to noble people is already the greatest blessing for camels, horses, and even people who have traveled all the way to death.

When the night approached, the banquet ended, and the protagonists of the farewell banquet were helped to board the car, and they drove away from Fengqi Palace in the candlelight that was lit one by one along the way.

"Aniang, do we really want to go? Our family is not the only one who has been lingering in this city, not to mention my uncle has repeatedly asked to stay, then..."

The guards of the emperor who escorted Princess Feng back to the mansion followed the car on horseback. He could not help but sneered in his heart when he faintly heard the question of the girl in the car. ?
One emperor and one courtier.

On the contrary, those who proposed to leave at this time still winked. For example, this Princess Chengyang, who had just been promoted to the eldest princess, chose to leave knowingly and wittily, the most favored princess of the late emperor.

Sure enough, since Princess Pei Peng of Chengyang has decided to leave, she will not regret her daughter's few words. She replied firmly with a soothing voice:
"My son, your uncle cares about the brotherhood and is reluctant to part with your brother, but we must be more considerate of your uncle's difficulty. This is the way of getting along with relatives. What's more, after all, it was left to me by my father. After all, it is my responsibility."

The girl muttered something, but the people outside the car could no longer hear it clearly, and they knew it was nothing more than their disgust for the remoteness and desolation of the fief.

What's more, this little princess has also reached the age of marriage. She was originally a little unhappy because of her father's loss of power. Now that she has left the capital, she is really a downcast phoenix...

The people in the car didn't know how the people outside the car planned in their hearts the mother and daughter who were about to move away from the political center. In other words, they didn't care much if they knew.

Pei Peng has given birth, and loves food and wine. She is plumper than the slim girls who are popular today. She is going to enter the palace to say goodbye to the emperor, and she is wearing a complicated dress. She has wine again. At this time, she feels hot and steaming , still drunk, inevitably a little sleepy.

After she had said a few words to her daughter, she casually took off a few heavy pearl hairpins and handed them to the kneeling maid beside her, then rested her chin on her hand and closed her eyes.

Xu Shu saw her mother closing her eyes and concentrating, so she didn't ask any more questions. She had a majestic and powerful mother, and all the glory of the family came from this.

Although Xu Shu occasionally felt constrained, she was generally at ease. When encountering incomprehensible things, as long as her mother told her, she would obediently do it, and there would be no mistakes.

The princess's mansion is very close to the palace, and it only takes a moment to arrive.

There has been a commotion outside the door for more than half a day. Some people came to send farewell gifts; some came to deliver the name card with poems attached just before the princess left the capital, hoping to find an opportunity to become an official;

What's more, the only remaining brothers and sisters of Princess Chengyang——

These sons and daughters of dragons and phoenixes, who had just been frightened by the purge before the death of the late emperor, looked at the unstable roots of the younger brother's accession to the throne, and wanted to stay in Beijing for some activities.

At this time, everyone sent people to Princess Chengyang to inquire about the news. Even though the curfew time was approaching, they still stayed there.

If it was normal, Pei Peng would not mind maintaining the relationship with these brothers and sisters and revealing some unimportant information.

But she had decided to leave, and had made the biggest concession. There was no need to arouse the young emperor's suspicion just for the sake of superficiality, so she whispered a few words to the maid, and soon, the noise outside gradually dissipated.

Pei Peng and his daughter got out of the car and took a sedan. As soon as they approached the main house, they heard the sound of breaking porcelain and Xu Qing's angrily yelling:

"Farewell feast?! Who is the farewell? Hmm? Tell me, tell me, who is the farewell?"

Someone answered something in a low voice. Naturally, Xu Qing would not listen to a servant's explanation. He even felt that it was a shame to leave someone alone to deal with him. He spoke a little unscrupulously:

"Bitch, Pei Peng..."

Pei Peng stopped in his tracks, with a difficult expression on his face. He neither communicated nor left, but quietly waited for the man who had slept with him to finish his sentence.

Xu Qing didn't finish his sentence, maybe a servant who saw Pei Peng's figure sneaked in to report, there was a panic in the room, and then Xu Qing hurried out, wearing messy inner clothes, the smell of powder mixed with the smell of wine At the same time, it creates an annoying rotten smell.

His expression was a little stiff, but when facing his wife, he still managed to raise the corner of his mouth and call out the old affectionate title:

"Peng Niang."

Pei Peng is the queen of princesses, and like her sisters, she is always called Princess So-and-so.Only her mother, the unloved concubine who died young, called her "Peng Niang" like an ordinary mother, and didn't care whether she was His Highness or not.

Pei Peng took a deep look at the prince-in-law. He was still as handsome as he was more than ten years ago. He didn't look like an incompetent man who had just sobered up from drunkenness and lost his temper with his servants.

Only this mouth that smelled of alcohol between opening and closing still made her feel strange even if she called her a familiar name.

Pei Peng did not respond to him. He just looked back at his daughter, touched her cheek that was cooled by the night wind, and said softly:

"Shu'er, it's getting late, and you're tired, go back and rest."

Only then did Xu Qing realize that he still had a daughter, and just as he was about to say something, Xu Shu turned around and left.

Xu Qing didn't have much energy to care about his daughter's thoughts. He followed behind his wife, thinking quickly about how to cover up his indiscriminate words just now, and how to get some compensation for not being able to attend the farewell banquet.

(End of this chapter)