The ugly concubine of the foolish king

Chapter 93, in the hot spring pool of Xiaoqinggu outside Fahua Temple, Shang Qinger and Feng Yuchen were laughing and playing in the water. When they sat down quietly, Shang Qinger leaned against Feng Yuchen's back, feeling very peaceful .

Everything in the future is beautiful. If two people can be so dependent on each other, it will be a very happy thing.

"Achen, do you know where the water of this hot spring flows?" Shang Qing'er asked, the water of the hot spring circulates continuously, if there is no flow direction, the pool will definitely not be able to hold too much water.

"I know, the water flows to a lotus pond under the cliff. Because the water temperature is suitable, the lotus in the lotus pond blooms almost all year round. Even when the winter snow comes, there are a few of them, standing against the wind. Snow, stand proudly." Feng Yuchen's words were quite poetic.

If it wasn't full of literary talents, it would definitely not be so good.

"Hey, why don't you take me to see it? I haven't seen a lotus blooming against the wind and snow." Shang Qing'er became excited.

The warm clothes on his body had already been dried, "Okay, but you can't let me carry you anymore, I'm tired." Feng Yuchen winked and smiled.

"It's your honor to carry me. If you don't, I'll replace it with another man, hum." Shang Qing'er got up.

Feng Yuchen pulled her into his arms. "I'll recite, I'll recite, can't I recite it?" Feng Yuchen's obedience made Shang Qing'er extremely happy.

The two laughed and walked towards the end of the hot spring. The setting sun was infinitely beautiful. The handsome men and virtuous women, against the background of the setting sun, were extraordinarily beautiful. Compared with the setting sun that day, they were more affectionate.

Standing on the cliff, Shang Qing'er looked down, sure enough, Feng Yuchen didn't lie to her, what kind of lotus pond is that, the lotus leaves in the pond are very beautiful, the beautiful lotus, proudly stand upright.

"Sure enough, the silt is not stained, and the green lotus is not demonized." Shang Qing'er praised, she has seen many beautiful scenery, but there is no one that is more beautiful than the current one.

"On the top of the lotus pond is the Fahua Temple. The mourning hall of the queen mother is located there." Feng Yuchen pointed in the direction of the Fahua Temple, and said to Shang Qing'er. On his face, there was A kind of faint sadness, this kind of sadness made Shang Qing'er feel very uncomfortable.

"Why don't we go and pay respects to her?" Shang Qing'er felt very uncomfortable when she thought of the death of the old queen mother. If she hadn't come up with some crazy ideas, the queen mother might have lived a few more days.

"Forget it, let's not go, Qing'er, have you forgotten that you are still under ground restraint?" Feng Yuchen reminded Shang Qing'er.

"That's right, but, I want to see the lotus, and see it up close, is that okay?" Shang Qing'er asked, Feng Yuchen nodded, took her hand, and walked down the cliff.

In Shang Qinger's heart, there was nowhere to go. Although this man was her husband in name, she was still a little dissatisfied. The passionate kiss just now echoed in her mind. Speaking of how boring, if she can leave here, then she must take Feng Yuchen away, because she doesn't want him to struggle alone in this world.

"Feng Yuchen, let me rely on you a little bit, just a little bit, I don't want too much, I just want the good feeling at this moment." Shang Qing'er said silently in her heart, and at the same time, she held her hand tightly He turned to Feng Yuchen and held her hand.

As soon as she approached the lotus pond, Shang Qing'er heard a melodious flute sound. This flute sound was indescribably beautiful and extremely light, but there was infinite friendship in it.

When she raised her eyes, Shang Qing'er actually saw a figure on the top of the mountain not far away. That figure stood so high that she could see everything in sight.

"Look, isn't that your third brother?" Shang Qing'er pointed to the top of the mountain and said to Feng Yuchen.

"Yeah, it's the third brother. What is he doing there? I have to call him over." Feng Yuchen said to Shang Qinger stupidly.

"He's here? Didn't he go to provide disaster relief? Why is he still in the capital? Could it be that he didn't go?" Shang Qing'er became suspicious.

"His princess is here, he must be missing his princess." Feng Yuchen guessed.

"Not necessarily, I think, he must have no good intentions." Shang Qing'er has never had a good feeling for Feng Yuliang, especially the recent incidents, which made her more and more fond of Feng Yuliang. The more I doubt it, the more everything seems to be manipulated by someone behind the scenes.

"Qing'er, he's my brother, you're not allowed to say that about him." When Shang Qing'er said Feng Yuliang, Feng Yuchen wasn't happy anymore.

"You treat him as an older brother, but he doesn't regard you as a younger brother. It's hard to tell. You don't know when you and I will die in his hands, stupid guy." Shang Qinger stretched out her slender With his finger, he lightly poked Feng Yuchen's forehead.

"Okay, I'm stupid, you're smart, princess, let's go down." Feng Yuchen took Shang Qing'er's hand and came to the lotus pond.The sound of the flute is getting closer, and the friendship in it is becoming more and more obvious. Anyone who knows a little bit of rhythm can hear that the sound of the flute is full of friendship.

On the top of the mountain, Feng Yuliang stood there. There was a touch of melancholy in his eyes. This was a rare expression for him. What a shrewd man he was, he would never show this melancholy on his face. Up.

"My lord, let's go. The large army has already set off for two days. If we don't follow up, we may not be able to catch up." At this time, a young man came to Feng Yuliang and persuaded Feng Yuliang. When he woke up, his name was Chang Ba, he was Feng Yuliang's protégé, and he had been with Feng Yuliang for ten years.

"Okay," Feng Yuliang felt reluctant to part. Everything below was so beautiful, but the protagonist there was not him.

"My lord, is there any reluctance?" Because Chang Ba had followed Feng Yuliang for a long time, he could naturally see Feng Yuliang's thoughts.

"How could it be?" Feng Yuliang denied it, and when he denied it, he glanced down again. "I just miss the princess. I haven't seen her for a few days. I wonder if everything is well with her in Fahua Temple?" Feng Yuliang went down the mountain.

Chang Ba accompanied him, stopped two horses at the foot of the mountain, and followed several servants.

"My lord's ambition is definitely not in a woman. If my lord is going to be in charge of my country, the so-called, if you are not cruel, it is difficult to stand firm. Your lord must reach this level in order to successfully take over the throne. At that time, when the country is here, the beauties are here, the prince will have everything." Chang Ba seemed to be unintentional, and told Feng Yuliang these words.

"These words were taught to you by your mother, right?" Feng Yuliang turned his face and asked.

"My lord guessed it, I said, with such a smart person as my lord, what else can't be guessed?" Chang Ba laughed happily.

"The queen mother is worried about me. If I don't get the throne, the first person to be sorry is the queen mother, and secondly, her..." Feng Yuliang raised his face and looked towards the mountain again, but, this At that time, all he could see were lush mountains.

"Yes, the princess has paid so much for the prince, and she is still worshiping the Buddha at Fahua Temple. If the prince ascends to the throne one day, he must be good to the princess." Chang Ba persuaded, in fact, How could he not understand Feng Yuliang's heart?

It's just that some things and some words cannot be said clearly.

"Chang Ba, I find that you are very confused recently?" Feng Yuliang squinted at Chang Ba.Chang Ba smiled embarrassingly.

"My lord, let me tell you a story." Chang Ba looked at Feng Yuliang, and after getting Feng Yuliang's permission, he began to tell his own story.

"In the previous dynasty, the founding emperor Ling Gaozu had eight sons, but he didn't know which son to pass his throne to, so he was very entangled. One day, he left the palace in low clothes and came to his four In front of his son's mansion, he suddenly saw a child, who was very cute and looked like an emperor. After asking, he found out that it was the son of the fourth son he disliked the most, that is, his grandson, looking at his grandson , with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looked like a king. At that time, he had a good impression of this grandson in his heart. The next day, he issued a summons to let his grandson enter the palace. After the grandson entered the palace, , words and deeds are decent, although he is only three years old, he can already write poems in ten steps. Gao Zu was very happy. After more than a month, he withstood all the pressure and made his fourth son the crown prince. Everyone was puzzled , I asked him why he did this, and he said, his grandson is so good, he must be an emperor in the future, although his son is not very capable, but this grandson will definitely be very strong, and he can pass on his world to others. For generations to come..." Chang Ba's story has a meaning.

"You mean, the father might pass on his throne to the least outstanding son?" For a while, Feng Yuliang didn't turn around.

"My lord, that's not what I mean. Think about it. The emperor is over sixty years old and has not yet had a grandson. If the lord and the concubine gave birth to a grandson ahead of schedule, this intergenerational relationship will definitely make people happy." The emperor made up his mind to establish the prince as the crown prince. Moreover, the prince is the queen's direct son. It is justified to be the prince. Seeing that the emperor's body is getting worse day by day, no matter how thoughtful the prince is, it is hard to guarantee that he will not be the prince. What happened..." Chang Ba's words were extremely reasonable, and Feng Yuliang fell into a deep thought.

"This king knows..." He whispered, and then, looking back, "After this matter is done, I will go to Fahua Temple to see the princess..."

On the official road, a few horses passed by quickly, and when the whips flew up, they raised waves of dust...

The battle for the throne has been bloody since ancient times. Only by stepping on other people's corpses can one rise to power. Feng Yuliang understands this truth.