Be good, call me uncle

Chapter 868

She knew in her heart that if Lu Mingyong was not the one who was poisoned last night, and with the protection of the Queen Mother, she alone, as the eldest princess, might not be able to send Yuzhen to the nunnery to die.

Precisely because that person was Lu Mingyong, an important minister whom he relied on today, with Qilin Guards in his hands, as well as King Qi as his in-law, and King Xingyang as his family, the power behind him was beyond what Emperor Yuanwu could resist.

So today Yuzhen suffered a disastrous defeat and was destined to perish, while Zhenli's grievances could be repaid so easily.

But one code equals another. As a mother, she was grateful for Prince Qi's unwavering support and recognized Lu Mingyong's courage to take responsibility, but she could not forgive the man who hurt her daughter.

After a while, she just said: "Please allow me to think about it."

The eldest princess walked indifferently to Princess Zhenli's bedside, touched her head lovingly, and said softly: "Li'er, Yuzhen put medicine on your cup, just in time, when the Duke of Yue was blocking the drink for you, Drink the medicine."

"Now that Yuzhen has been sent to the nunnery by His Majesty, I would like to thank your uncle for his help in this matter. When you are well, you will have to thank him properly."

"Child, look at this room. There are a bunch of people standing there. They all care about you and love you. Don't scare everyone again, okay?"

"Yes!" Princess Zhenli nodded with tears in her eyes, looking gratefully at the people who loved her, her eyes swept around, and finally landed on Lu Mingyong, with the shyness of a daughter's family, and overflowing emotions. love.

The eldest princess has never been able to get over the hurdle in her heart. She doesn't want her daughter to have too much entanglement with someone who scares her, makes her worry, and even makes her almost risk her life.

She called the female officer who was close to her and said: "Get the soft sedan ready. The consort and Ah Rui should be anxious. I want to take Zhenli back home."

With that said, the eldest princess stood up and blessed everyone present: "Thank you all for speaking up. When Li'er gets better, Danruo will bring her to the door to express her gratitude. I would like to thank you all here."

"Your Highness," Lu Mingyu said, "Aunt Lu Xi has great medical skills. Do you think it's feasible for her to take care of Zhenli?"

"Thank you, Princess Qi." The eldest princess glanced at Lu Mingyu gratefully, and then left.

Lu Mingyong wanted to say something, but Lu Mingyu stopped him. He could only watch as Princess Zhenli was taken away.

Prince Fu chased after him: "Xiao Danruo, wait for me, I will go back with you."

Seeing such "naive" King Fu, everyone finally showed relaxed smiles on their faces.

Emperor Yuanwu stood on the high city wall, looking out into the distance with his hands behind his hands. He had a panoramic view of the city, and the carriage that sent Yuzhen away was quickly lost in the busy streets.

"Your Majesty, the wind has picked up, be careful not to catch cold." Mr. Feng walked behind Emperor Yuanwu and looked into the distance with him.

Emperor Yuanwu stretched out his hand and patted the rough city wall, and asked lonely: "Sir, am I not worthy of being the king? The state affairs are not clear, and the family affairs are even more messy. Am I unworthy of the trust of my ministers and the people?"

Mr. Feng's voice seemed to have the power to soothe people's hearts. He did not answer Emperor Yuanwu's question, but asked: "Your Majesty, what do you think of me?"

Emperor Yuanwu said with respect on his face: "Sir, he is a great talent and is the ruler of the world. He is a person to whom I can entrust political affairs wholeheartedly."

Mr. Feng was not moved by these compliments. He told a little-known story in a calm voice: "Your Majesty, every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. When it comes to this family matter, even a famous emperor through the ages will be troubled. I can’t say that I can understand it clearly.”

"The Chenfeng clan is a well-known family in the Qin Dynasty. Logically speaking, as ministers worship the prime minister, they should bring their brothers and sisters to the capital to share the glory and wealth."

"However, I have always lived alone and have no contact with my relatives. Even though I have been away from the world for many years, I have never received any help from the Feng family."

"In the final analysis, it's all the things in the family that are constantly being sorted out. In the past, I had a crush on a girl, but after my family found out, I borrowed someone else's hand to kill the girl." "Your Majesty, I think this is the case. Family does not refer to people who are related by blood. Even if some people are related by blood, they cannot be called family members."

"Good family and friends are rare around us. They can be met but cannot be asked for. If we can meet them, it is our luck. If not, it is our fate."

"As the saying goes, it's hard to live in high places. Who among the kings in history is not alone? Which legend has no bitterness behind it? This is an unchangeable fact."

"Your Majesty, if you want to be a wise king, you must be able to endure the loneliness and isolation at the pinnacle of power. Even if your family members are extremely close, you can only endure it."

Emperor Yuanwu sighed, and slowly tightened his fist on the city wall: "I have learned what Feng Xiang said."

Mr. Feng took a step forward, and his sleeves swept across the beautiful mountains and rivers in his sight. He spread his palms and said with a smile: "Is it the king's land in the whole world? Is it the king's ministers who are on the shore of the land? Life and death are all in your hands. Your Majesty, this is true. It’s all your world.”

Emperor Yuanwu put his hands behind his hands and looked at the gradually heavier clouds on the horizon. He suddenly looked back at his ministers, those who had ruled the world for only ten years.

Just looking at it: "Sir, if the world is like a chess game, do you think I am just a chess piece?"

Mr. Feng held up his hands and said, "Your Majesty asked, but I don't know how to answer."

Emperor Yuanwu smiled and looked into the distance again: "Sir, look at how broad the view is on the high wall. You can see everything in the imperial city. You said that my dragon chair is so high, and there are some things underneath. What is it that I can’t see?”

After Emperor Yuanwu finished speaking, he showed a meaningful smile, shook his sleeves and left.

Mr. Feng looked at the young emperor's retreating back and murmured: "He looks a bit like an emperor."

In the carriage, Lu Mingyu lifted his brother's arm and carefully cleaned his wounds.

Lu Mingyu's expression was focused and serious, and his movements were gentle and meticulous. He carefully wiped away the blood from the wound, and then sprinkled the golden sore medicine on it.

For fear that Lu Mingyong would be in pain, she gently blew on the wound from time to time and asked softly: "Brother, does it hurt?"

Lu Mingyong lowered his head, and he could even clearly see the fine and dense hair on Yu'er's forehead, as well as the long eyelashes, like the wings of a spiritual butterfly, and the small bridge of her nose, like the most beautiful mutton-fat jade.

He looked at it so seriously that he looked a little dazed - he had looked at his little fox like this before. When he first looked at it, his heart was beating fast, and he looked at it with a bit of timidity and joy. He looked at her, as if his eyes were glued to her, and he could no longer bear to look away, until a sweet taste filled his heart.

But now, he was still looking at it seriously. Although he was full of joy, he no longer had the shyness that he once did not dare to look at.

At this moment, he was truly relieved.

He still loves the woman in front of him, he loves her to the core, and even if he turns his back on the world, he can't bear to give up this love. He can still live and die for the woman in front of him willingly.

It seems that the love has never diminished by half, and is even deep in the bones.

It's just that his love no longer contains any feelings between men and women, but only the love of his brother for his sister.

"My Yu'er." Lu Mingyong called softly, and Yun Danfeng smiled softly.

(End of this chapter)