The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 583 Final Chapter (4)
Bailirou tightened the handkerchief in front of her body. After a while, she raised her eyes that were full of autumn water, and said with a slight smile, "Master Yang, why did you say that? Although there are many beauties in the world, I have never seen them before." She is even more beautiful than that empress. I have only seen her in my life, how can I feel familiar?"

After finishing speaking, Yingying Qiushui lowered her pupils and refused to say a single wrong word.

"Her face is exactly the same as that of Princess Jing. Can't the third princess see it?" Yang Feng couldn't bear it any longer, and said clearly the sentence that everyone knew, and then turned to Zhao Tuo: "Master Zhao is in Situ I have been around the general for many years, so could it be that even Princess Jing can’t recognize her? Who in the world looks as beautiful as Princess Jing? Could it be that General Situ has to come and recognize him personally, so Master Zhao dares to tell the truth?!”

"..." Zhao Tuo was questioned, but his lips were still tightly pressed. He and Bailirou looked at each other, smiled and comforted Yang Feng and said, "Master Yang, this is in Chang'an, West Qin Dynasty. The spies came to report just now, outside the city of Chang'an. There are a large number of soldiers and horses stationed here, and we are just envoys who have come to discuss great plans with Xiqin, how dare we point fingers at the empress of Xiqin? No matter who the empress of Xiqin looks like, we are not qualified to judge."

"Yes, Mr. Yang, did you remember wrongly? Sister Jing has been buried in the earth for three years, how could it be her? There are too many people with similar looks in the world, Mr. Yang is too arbitrary." Bailirou also He answered, "The envoys of the Northern Jin Dynasty are always looking forward to our accident. There will be a garden party tomorrow, so please be careful with your words and deeds, Mr. Yang."

Yang Feng said that he was confused, but he gradually settled down. No matter what Zhao Tuo or the third princess said, they were right, everyone was hiding their own thoughts.

Yang Feng suddenly stopped arguing, and said with a sneer, "Okay, we will see the outcome tomorrow, the third princess should go to bed early, and I will go out first."

Zhao Tuo also saluted and said goodbye, and went back to their rooms.But in the middle of the night, Zhao Tuo still couldn't sleep, and stood under the window enjoying the snow.

I still remember that it was the same snowy night, they went back to Beijing with General Situ to report on their duties, the general got drunk for Princess Jing, and fell several times on the snow.

In the past three years since Princess Jing passed away, how many days and nights have the general been worn into?
If she knew that Princess Jing was in West Qin...

With the general's temper, how can he let it go?

Zhao Tuo's face was cold and hard, and the snow fluttered on his face without feeling the sting.

Obviously, Princess Jing should know him, know Yang Feng, and know the third princess. The three of them are her old friends, subjects and even sisters, but the Queen of West Qin sat on the phoenix seat. Thousands of stars are shining, although they are bright, they are not dazzling.Those were not Princess Jing's eyes in the past.

Princess Jing no longer recognizes them and forgets her identity?Or was he coerced by Xiqin and forced to exile in another country, and became what he is now?

Whether it is the former or the latter, Daxing will have a lot of calculations!
This matter was too big and related to the diplomatic relations between the two countries. A letter should have been revised and sent back to Shengjing immediately to inform His Majesty and General Situ, but Zhao Tuo did not dare to act rashly.

He knows General Situ's temper too well, if he knows that Princess Jing is still alive, General Situ will definitely go crazy!

Daxing has declined, and the prosperity of the past is no longer the same. He has to make friends with Xiqin by marriage. Could it be that he wants to tear his face and let the country continue to collapse?

Therefore, even though Zhao Tuo had thousands of things to say, he finally endured it. From the birthday banquet to the return to the post house, there was no trace of it, and he acted as a princess who didn't know Jing at all.

But Yang Feng will never let it go, the Yang family is the most dedicated, Zhao Tuo is most worried about tomorrow, if Yang Feng can't help but make trouble for a while, how will it end?
"Master Zhao, it's already the third watch, why are you still not sleeping?"

Suddenly a person came outside the window, it was Yang Feng who was wearing a coat to watch the snow.

"Master Yang didn't sleep either? It hasn't snowed in Shengjing for a long time, and the heavy snow in Chang'an City is really spectacular. I don't want to sleep." Zhao Tuo laughed.

"Well, what a snowfall." Yang Feng responded noncommittally, and did not argue anymore.

There were many doubts, Xueluo was silent, and many people might not be able to sleep tonight.

In the Qingxin Hall, Jun Qing fell asleep at the end of the birthday banquet. The little man still had food in his mouth, and he hugged his father's neck without letting go, clung to his hands and feet.Such a small man, as light as his father's arm.

Jun Zhi helped his son pick out the uneaten fruit from his mouth, and his hands drool.

"Hmm..." Jun Qing was woken up, opened his eyes and looked at his father in a daze, then looked back, saw Baili Jing, opened his short arms towards her, and muttered: "Mother hug."

Father, still not as good as mother.

You can play around when you are awake, but you are still the closest to your mother when you are asleep.

Bailijing took Jun Qing from Jun Zhi's arms, hugged him very naturally, patted him, hummed a tune, and Jun Qing fell asleep in a short while, leaning against her mother's arms, with an innocent little face It makes people feel soft.

Can cry, laugh, eat and play, smart and sensible, Mingshan returned and gave him a healthy son.

"Jing'er, thank you for your hard work. Qing'er has broken your heart for the past two years." Jun Zhixin had a feeling, and took his wife and children back to the palace.

Not only did he want to hug his son, he wished he could grow up with his wife and children, and the family of three would never be separated again.

Bai Lijing settled Jun Qing down, looked back and stood up, and was caught by Jun Zhi at a glance.His gaze was fixed on her all the time, hot and tender, as if he was going to burn her, but he could accompany her with a steady stream.

The palace people have all retired, who dares to disturb the long-lost reunion of the emperor and empress?
Bai Lijing didn't dodge either, she also looked at him, scrutinizing him carefully, how different were her brows, eyes, lips, and complexion from before?

"Jing'er, cough cough..." In this exchange of glances, it was Jun Zhi who was the first to lose.He coughed lightly, but coughed more, his face turned pale in an instant, and his body was slightly unsteady.

"Your Majesty..." Baili Jing hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Jun Zhiren hugged her and patted her hand to comfort her: "I'm fine, I'm sick."

It was already October, and his old disease had struck.

On this night seven years ago, he was poisoned by poison and nearly died. Since then, he has been living in the south of the Yangtze River and hiding his name.Now seven years have passed, he has not died yet, but his illness is intractable.

Seeing his wife's worried eyes, Jun Zhi stroked her face with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Jing'er, I'm so happy when you come back, I drank two more glasses of wine at the birthday banquet."

"Drinking the medicine?" Baili Jing ignored his understatement.

"Not yet." Jun Zhi smiled, seeing that her face was about to change, he gave her a hug and said, "The palace servants are going to make medicine, first accompany me to the medicinal bath."

He no longer hides and avoids, there are some things his wife will always know, but he doesn't want to make it more serious.

The Huaqing Pool was filled with light mist, and the water surface was covered with medicinal herbs. Junzhi sat on the wall of the pool, and Bailijing knelt on the bank and held his shoulders for him.

(End of this chapter)