The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 350 Give Me the Jade Pendant
On the second day, Emperor Jing Yuan and his party rushed back to Shengjing City, Han Ye was lying in the carriage, and Baili Luo looked after him.Ever since Emperor Jingyuan announced last night that Bailijing's left hand was disabled and it was impossible to hurt Han Ye, and ordered people to investigate the murderer carefully, there has been a lot of gossip.

Baili Jing was riding a horse, far behind Emperor Jing Yuan, but couldn't get close to Han Ye's carriage at all. Situ He walked side by side with her, his face was very painful, and he couldn't ask Jing what was wrong with Xiaobai Shou He couldn't forgive himself for not knowing.

Li Shu and Li Li followed closely behind them, and the two brothers and sisters were rarely silent.

Bai Lijing looked at the countless guards beside Han Ye's carriage, and felt a dull pain in her left wrist. It was originally a secret of one person, but now everyone knows it. Everyone's questioning is equivalent to exposing her scars. Don't ask, But he must be distressed, she knows.How could she tell He how desperate she was to do such a stupid thing?

She returned to Shengjing in silence all the way. As soon as she entered the city gate, many people came to greet her. Bailijing's emotions that she had endured for a long time completely collapsed when she saw Mo Wen's gaze. After a while, she jumped off the horse and threw herself into Mo Wen's arms.

Mo Wen knew that she was wronged, hugged her, patted her on the back and coaxed her silently, his eyes were full of tenderness, his ugly face was especially beautiful because of these tenderness and love.

There is no need to cover up, no need to hide, her dependence on her husband is clearly presented in front of everyone, those who say that they are not compatible, and those who say in private that one is not worthy of the other, are all dumbfounded in this public embrace speechless.No matter how strong and domineering Princess Jing is, and how sick and ugly her husband is, at this moment, she is only willing to fall into his arms, not any other famous prince or grandson.This intimacy and attachment is unmatched by others.

Seeing this warm scene, Emperor Jing Yuan was very touched. Ever since his daughter told him about the pain yesterday, he has been thinking about everything in these years. , But every time it ended without a problem, in exchange for a deeper and more distant estrangement, gradually, he had nothing to do with that person, and felt from the bottom of his heart that he could not communicate with her, let alone live in her heart.After all, he is different from his sick son-in-law, and his daughter is also different from that person. Their relationship is more complicated and difficult to solve, which cannot be solved by long-term companionship and tenderness...

The king of a country, the ninety-five-year-old, is actually envious of his son-in-law at this moment. No matter how many disasters this sick man has suffered in the past, he can see the moon after all. It's delicious, and he, I'm afraid he won't be able to in this life.

Therefore, Emperor Jing Yuan ordered people to carefully escort Han Ye back to the Jinyang Palace, and the rest of the princes and ministers also dispersed. The hunting to celebrate Princess Jing's birthday ended hastily due to an accident.

No matter how close Situ He, Li Shu and others were to Bai Lijing, they knew that she was not needed at this moment. She just slipped into her husband's arms. Obviously, she didn't want to explain to them now. Li Shu immediately pushed her back in a daze. Situ He left with him.When Li Li left, he looked back at Baili Jing and Mo Wen frequently, and then hurried to chase after Situ He's "Flying Sand", sighing silently.

Han Ye was not out of danger. Ever since he returned to Jinyang Prince's Mansion, the imperial physicians in the palace had been coming in and out. Just after nightfall, a note was played to Emperor Jing Yuan. No protection, please let King Jinyang go back to Beijing to see his son for the last time, with all the love of father and son.

Although Emperor Jingyuan was kind, Han Ye did not restrict his whereabouts during the hostage period in Beijing, and even allowed him to go to Lutai Mountain to practice martial arts, and married Princess Ding'an as his wife. The fact that Han Ye was stabbed and seriously injured in the paddock cannot be erased.When his life was dying, he begged to see his father for the last time. This is a matter of heaven and morality. No matter how suspicious Emperor Jing Yuan was, he could not refute it openly. In addition, King Jinyang was going back to Beijing to report on his duties in December, so it was impossible for him to leave two months earlier. Nothing to do—

Everything was reasonable and seemed like a pre-arranged game, but the price of this game was too high, that old man Han Xing was willing to pay for his son's life?

Sitting alone under the lamp until late at night, Concubine Li ordered someone to bring snacks and soup, and there were people who came to care about it in every palace, except Weiyang Palace... That woman's heart is harder than a stone, and he won't go to her In the palace, she would not come to him, not even a word of condolences, and she did not see him as an emperor at all—let alone a husband.

No matter how good the dim sum was, Emperor Jing Yuan couldn't eat it at the moment, so he got up and put on his clothes and ordered someone to carry it to Weiyang Palace. The maids and eunuchs in Weiyang Palace were out of habit, knowing that the Holy Majesty would occasionally come suddenly in the middle of the night, He didn't notify him either, but just opened the door for him and let him in respectfully.

As the weather turned cold, Empress Situ moved to the East Nuan Pavilion of Weiyang Palace, and the bedroom was lit with the familiar soothing incense as always.Amidst the fragrance, Empress Situ, who was sleeping behind the veil, suddenly coughed a few times, with phlegm in her throat, she seemed not very well.

Emperor Jing Yuan whispered to the maid on duty: "Is the queen sick?"

The palace lady lowered her head and said: "The empress's health is not very good once autumn comes, and this year it has become more serious. She has coughed for several days. The imperial doctor prescribed a prescription, and she is taking care of her."

Emperor Jing Yuan instantly became angry: "Why didn't you tell me?"

The big palace lady knelt down in fear and said: "The empress said that your majesty has a lot of things to do every day, and is busy preparing birthday banquets and hunting, so you don't let the slaves report to your majesty. Please atone for your majesty."

Emperor Jing Yuan was disheartened again, that person never treated him like a pillow, she never gave in to him, she could hide even serious illness and pain, not to mention this little cough?He was already mad at her, and he hadn't encountered anything like this before, so he immediately lifted the veil and walked towards the bed inside.

This time, she was really fast asleep, and she didn't move when he lay down for a long time, her hair was scattered beside the pillow, the roots of white hair could be seen faintly, and the most silver strands were at the temples. Aging so fast, he still vaguely remembers her beautiful and insolent face on the wedding night...

The person next to the pillow coughed twice, trembled, and wrapped the brocade quilt tightly. Emperor Jing Yuan instinctively leaned forward to tuck the corners of the quilt for her. Her temples, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, it is no longer smooth and delicate young skin to the touch...

At this moment, endless regret suddenly surged in his heart. He had been angry with her for 20 years. He loved this woman so deeply, and he was sure that she was the only one he loved the most, but he wanted to get angry with her. Destroy yourself, and then destroy her.They could have had many good days of cuddling and loving each other, why did they all waste away, and let the years laugh at their temples as frost after more than 20 years?

(End of this chapter)