The queen is charming, but powerful ministers lure her to seize power and usurp the throne

Chapter 6
How docile and considerate is Su Zhesang?

Even though the enemy threatened her life and forced Fu Rong to retreat, Fu Rong still hesitated, but she said that the overall situation was important and he didn't need to worry about her.

The emperor was silent, and first gently raised Su Qiong'an who was kneeling on the ground.Su Qiong'an held his sleeves with her little hands and hid behind him with her head lowered. She was obviously frightened.

Zhe Sang looked at her coldly, seeing Fu Rong's tall figure protecting her tightly.

It's really a love between a man and a concubine, you and me.How had Fu Rong ever protected her like this?

"I know you have always been sensible, but yesterday you were in the royal study and today you are in the cold palace. Do you really have nothing to do with you?"

Two things were causing trouble in a row. He was always keen and suspicious, so he must have noticed it.

Zhe Sang's hand wiping away tears trembled, and she turned her back to Fu Rong.

"The imperial study room yesterday was my concubine's idea."

Zhe Sang said frankly, and Fu Rong looked at her seriously.

"The Holy One always said that the harem was busy with government affairs, and the harem had nothing to do. The courtiers have already remonstrated with this. I went to the imperial study to look for the Holy One, but the door was closed and nowhere to be found."

Speaking of sadness, the slightly thin shoulders under the palace clothes can't suppress the trembling, which is particularly pitiful.

"After five years of marriage, the Holy One has been refusing to consummate the marriage. I was previously ignorant and did not know the Holy Will, but now I have figured it out."

"The Holy One clearly doesn't like being a concubine." She cried in grievance.This sentence is true, and it is really sad.

"The Holy One doesn't like me, so he won't touch me. I thought it would be good for the other sisters in the harem to have some success."

After that, there was only a suppressed and sad cry in the silent palace.

"That's what you think?" The emperor didn't seem to believe her.

"Aren't both the left and right heirs of the Jin Dynasty?" Zhe Sang said sadly. "In this way, at least we can prevent those people from sending people to the Holy One again."

Zhe Sang confessed the last bit of selfishness. "There are more and more people around the Holy Lord, and I am becoming more and more inconspicuous."

Seeing her like this, the emperor was thoughtful and raised his hand to pat her shoulder to comfort her.However, her sleeves were pulled. Looking back, Su Qiong'an's beautiful eyes were filled with tears.

The raised hand fell on Su Qiong'an's face, gently wiping away her tears.

Su Zhesang stands out even more, with a lonely back.

After not hearing Fu Rong's answer for a long time, Su Zhesang wiped his tears with a handkerchief and wondered uneasily in his heart, whether he believed it or not?
"What about what happened today? How do you explain it?" The tone was still interrogating.

It seemed that if Su Zhesang made one mistake, he would be detained.

Su Zhesang couldn't help but feel extremely ironic.Wasn't everything that happened today caused by him?

If Concubine Shu, who was born in the Houfu, was the queen, would the emperor still dare to be so aggressive or take the initiative to explain?He will probably be a little more wary after all.

Zhe Sang lowered his eyes and suppressed his disturbing thoughts.

"I am also puzzled by what happened today." Zhe Sang said, raising his eyes quietly to look at the person hiding behind him.

"It is rumored that my sister was killed together with Emperor Yinghe? Why did she appear in the cold palace again?" He looked up at Fu Rong, as if he had expected it but did not dare to speak out.

Fu Rong's expression was still stern, "The queen really doesn't know? Yesterday you put Liu Zhaoyi in Qinghe Palace, and today something happened."

He was not easy to fool. Even though the queen was always sensible and obedient, he was still a little suspicious and wanted to know more.

"In the past, when he was in the palace, Liu Zhaoyi liked bamboo. The Xiang concubine's bamboo in Qinghe Palace was famous for its elegance, so I wanted to fall in love with her. But who knew that the sound of pipa would sound in the deserted palace at night? Who would have thought that? There is someone hiding in the cold palace?"

"The Holy One did not ask the maids and eunuchs who were cleaning the cold palace, nor did he ask why my sister appeared here. He only suspected that I had bad intentions!"

Zhe Sang's thoughts were coherent and his expression was angry.

Fu Rong saw her reacting so fiercely, and the matter was indeed too accidental. He was well aware of Aunt Liu's soft and sweet temperament. Even if the queen wanted her to do anything, she would not have the courage.More importantly, Zhe Sang has been with him for five years, and he knows her character very well: she is smart, but absolutely loyal.

Looking at the person in front of him, his eyes were red from crying, and his plain white face was full of grievance and anger. Fu Rong thought that he was still paranoid. Maybe he had been too neglectful of her recently, and she was getting tired of it.As for Su Qiong'an's exposure, she was still impatient and careless.

At first, Fu Rong just placed Su Qiong in a small courtyard in the capital, which was very hidden.But more than half a year has passed, and it is very inconvenient for him to secretly leave the palace, and Su Qiong'an has been making a fuss to see him.On impulse, he listened to Su Qiongan's words and hid her in the cold palace.A moment of carelessness would eventually lead to an accident.

Zhe Sang's shoulders sank, and Fu Rong patted her comfortingly, finally softening his attitude.

"The previous dynasty was busy with political affairs, and the harem was also in chaos. I couldn't help but feel upset."

His reasons were always so far-fetched. It was ridiculous to accept everything he had done in the past. Now he could only endure his emotions and follow his words, "It's because I didn't take care of the harem well and distracted the Holy Emperor." ”

Fu Rong looked at her obedient look, showing a bit of tenderness.

"This is your first time managing such a large harem. Trouble is inevitable. How about I choose a suitable helper for you? I had too many affairs in the past, and I couldn't spare much time to help you take care of it."

Zhe Sang saw that his eyes were filled with concern, and the hand that had just patted her shoulder was now holding Su Qiong'an's little hand.

He smiled, although it was a bit difficult, "The Holy One is considerate, and I am grateful. I wonder where the person arranged by the Holy One is?"

But he saw Fu Rong holding Su Qiong'an's hand and gently pulling her out from behind. Su Qiong'an lowered her head timidly as if she didn't dare to look up at Zhe Sang. He said, "Don't be afraid, An'an."

Such gentleness that was about to melt away was cut off from Fu Rong, who had always been silent and unsmiling. This was the first time Zhe Sang had seen it.

Since knowing Fu Rong, Zhe Sang has seen his pain, disgust, fatigue, and severity, but has never seen him as gentle as he is today. It's like the five years of twists and turns are just a dream, and he has a dream in front of Su Qiong'an. Just like five years ago, he was warm and kind.

"An'an is your sister. With her here to help you, you will definitely be able to relax."

"But, she is the former queen, in what capacity does she enter the palace?"

"Of course I have a way."

Zhe Sang was silent.

"Your Majesty still likes my sister, right? Even if Zhisang has been by your side for five years, have you never been moved by her?"

Her voice was very small, but the silence in the palace could still be heard clearly.Zhe Sang naturally knew that asking this question now would undoubtedly be humiliating herself, but she could not be as cruel as Fu Rong.Although the five years in Beihuang were bitter, there were also happy times.

Su Qiong'an obviously felt the hand holding her tighten slightly. She leaned into Fu Rong's arms as soft as a bone and said weakly in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "An'an has a headache."

Hearing this, Fu Rong picked her up and said to Mr. Xu outside the palace, "Tell the imperial doctor."

Zhe Sang stood there, watching her husband hurriedly hug another woman and leave.

Su Qiong'an's white skirt flew through the air, and the emperor's guard of honor also left together.

The breeze blows into the silent palace, and also blows through the lonely sycamore tree in the corner of Yong'an Palace, making the leaves rustle.

It was probably the lonely sycamore tree that was an eyesore. Zhe Sang propped his head under the lamp and asked Chong Qing, "The courtyard is empty, why don't we plant something else."

Chongqing said, "Looking at the thick branches, it's just right to set up a swing!"

Zhe Sang was stunned, his thoughts wandering to nowhere, "The tree is close to the base of the wall, so even if you set up a swing, it won't be able to swing high."

The night breeze blew from the window. Zhe Sang caught a glimpse of a white hem of clothes. He sat up straight and pretended to say to Chong Qing casually, "I am a little tired. Please step back."

Chongqing smiled and said, "Today is the night for slaves."

"I haven't been able to sleep well lately, so I wanted to see if it would be better if there was no one to keep watch. You can go and have some rest today. If anything happens, I will ring the bell."

Chongqing naturally knew that she had not slept well today and her eyes were slightly blue, so she withdrew.

After a while, Zhe Sang blew out the candles.

(End of this chapter)