Fast-Crossing Time Travel

Chapter 30 The Court Chapter 19
In the 21st year of the Tianli calendar, the queen died of illness, and the whole country mourned. The queen was named Zheng Xuanxiao, her mother was named Yipin Gaoming's wife, and Xu's second son was named the Minister of the Ministry of War.

In the 22nd year of the calendar, Zhou Huang promulgated new laws, reformed politics, business, opened up new business roads, newly built water conservancy and granaries, and promulgated new tax laws
In the 23rd year of the calendar, all major plagues broke out. Mei Zhaoyi developed a special medicine to stop the plague and healed tens of thousands of people. Yi is Concubine Mei, and Concubine Jin Jing is the new empress.

In the 24th year of the calendar, Zhou destroyed Chen
In the 25th year of the calendar, Zhou Mixia
In the 26th year of the calendar, Zhou destroyed Wu
In the 28th year of the calendar, Zhou destroyed Xiliang

In the 29th year of the Tianli calendar, the king of Zhou proclaimed himself the emperor, promulgated a series of policies, reformed the tax system, and unified the written currency.

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The entire imperial court fell into laughter. The beautiful scenery of autumn exaggerated the joy of the palace. Pieces of red stained the entire palace. Compared with the laughter, it seems a little too quiet.

The woman in ink-colored clothes slowly sat on the stone bench in the courtyard. On the stone table, she was fiddling with paper and pens. Her slender fingers picked up the pen and flew across the paper, quickly recording the words on the white paper. The beauty of golden autumn records the beautiful fallen leaves and the lake, the willows and the breeze by the lake.The scenery on the paper seems to come alive, beautiful, even more beautiful than the real scenery.

"Is there any wine, bring some jars quickly, I haven't drank for a long time, I really miss it..." A man in armor came from a distance. Over the past few years, his figure has become thinner and his face has become thinner. With a pointed chin, unshaven beard, and loose hair on the pointed head, it seems that there is still the bloody smell of the battlefield on his body, and he walks in an extraordinary manner.

"You have been here many times. Don't you know how to get it? You insist on interrupting my painting. You interrupted and ruined a good painting..." Song Jiajia looked at the person sitting opposite Murong Fu was a little helpless, looking at the little black dot of ink on the drawing paper, he felt a little pity.

"How can I know which wines are old..." General Murong stretched his head, looked at the little black dot on the painting, curled his lips, and said in a low voice.

"I've told you [-] times, the one buried on the left is newly buried, and the one on the right is old, but the memory doesn't improve..." A certain Jia, who was chattering, looked a little angry, but still walked into the yard Bring two jars of wine over.

"I'm only allowed to drink two jars today, lest I get drunk..." Before Song Jiajia's words finished, Murong Fu, who was sitting across from him, couldn't sit still. He stood up and hugged the wine jar, opened the seal and He took the jar and poured it up.Some of the wine in the wine jar dripped onto the clothes along with the lips, and the drips wet a piece of the front of the clothes...

"It's cool... Every year I don't bring wine to the battlefield, I can't get excited. Your wine should be strong..." Murong Fu drank very refreshingly, and soon the pot was drained, and he poured it freely. Putting the jar aside, he wiped his mouth indiscriminately with his callused hands holding the sword all the year round, wiping away the traces of wine leaking from his mouth.

"Emperor Zhou has secretly begun to disintegrate my military power. This emperor, sure enough, tsk tsk..." The man in front of him looked a little lonely, but also a little free and easy.He picked up the wine and poured it down gulp after gulp, as if he wanted to keep getting drunk.

"You drink less, I don't care if you're drunk with me..." Song Jiajia crossed her hips, raised her eyebrows and looked at the man in front of her who was drinking heavily. The man waved his hands impatiently, Promise

"I know, I know, long-winded..."

"Hey, Murong Fu...you..." Before the words fell, the man opposite had already passed out on the table, his eyes were full of exhaustion, and the days of hard work had left marks on his thin face .There are also circles of light black cyan around the eye sockets.

Song Jiajia sighed, walked back to the inner room, took a thin summer quilt, and covered the exhausted general with a note in his hand, turned around and walked towards the emperor's palace. study.

It seems that she hasn't been out of the Chonghua Palace for a long time. It's been so long that she doesn't even know that there are new people in the palace. There are many new faces in the whole palace. There are pretty, naughty, and elegant ones. palace

It didn't take long for the Chonghua Palace to reach the Emperor's Study Room, and it took about a few steps. But even so, he had never stepped into the Chonghua Palace in the past six years. Song Jiajia looked at it not far away with some sarcasm The door of the Royal Study Room.With a mocking smile, the pain and sorrow of the past are no longer in his expression. Six years of indifference are enough to change a lot.

In the imperial study room, the emperor was still correcting the memorial. The original white jade-like face began to leave traces of time, and the mottled white hair began to be mixed with the dark blue black hair, jumping in the middle of the black hair one by one.So conspicuous.The skin also began to have the slightest wrinkle, and the whole person no longer had the youthful look that was once high-spirited.

More old-fashioned, but also more imposing.

"Long live, Concubine Mei asks to see you..." Li Dequan said submissively, his expression was full of awe, his head almost dropped to the ground.Over the years, Lord Long Live's aura has become more and more frightening, more and more like an emperor who dominates the world. Li Dequan actually admires him very much in his heart.

"She, why is she here..." The emperor, who was originally correcting the memorial, trembled slightly when he heard this, and the ink on the pen tip fell onto the clean memorial.Frowning, he took the memorial to the side with a jade finger, tried his best to suppress the ripples in his heart, and said

"Xuan it..." Feeling very tired, he gently rubbed his temples with his hands, but his eyes couldn't help looking at the beautiful figure at the entrance of the vermilion hall, and refused to move away.
"My concubine pays homage to the emperor, long live my emperor..." Song Jiajia knelt down respectfully, with her head lowered, her face was still as clear as the first time she saw her, and time seemed to No marks were left on her face, but the only thing that changed was the look in her eyes.

"There is no need to be too polite..." The emperor was a little displeased. He frowned and looked at the respectful woman kneeling on the ground in front of him. It seemed that she was getting farther and farther away from her, and she couldn't be touched, which made him unhappy.

"The concubine came today, just to ask the emperor to fulfill his promise..." Song Jiajia was not there to see the emperor's expression. The six years of waiting had already made her feel ashamed. She didn't want to have the slightest involvement with this man. Go back after completing the task.Song Jiajia's eyes were full of indifference, her cold eyes fixed on the emperor on the dragon chair, the indifference pierced the emperor's heart.

"What kind of promise, as long as I can do it, I will give it to you..." The man on the seat was suddenly at a loss, the pain in his heart became more and more obvious, his heart was a little out of his control, and it seemed that something was shattered, causing the He felt bitter and heartbroken.But such a result is his own choice, isn't it?He smiled bitterly,
"The concubine hopes that the emperor can appoint my son as the crown prince, so that he will have no worries for the rest of his life. After you appoint the crown prince, General Murong will fully assist my son. You don't have to worry that he will threaten your throne. You can do that." Don't worry..." Song Jiajia stated the purpose of this trip without beating around the bush.There was a hint of irony and frost in his eyes, and there was no trace of nostalgia in his eyes. He was calm as if he was treating a stranger. He was still kneeling on the ground, but his back was still standing upright like a pine cypress as before, and his face was still the same. The beauty is so beautiful, it seems that the years have not left any traces on her body...

"Xuemei, are you okay..." The emperor's expression was full of grief, heartache, sorrow, and many complicated emotions. He opened his mouth, but he just uttered this sentence in a whisper.

"If you asked me six years ago, I would tell you that I was very bad and very sad. But now you come to ask me, I can only tell you that I am fine, I just want to have nothing to do with you... "Song Jiajia no longer had that trace of nostalgia in her eyes, she still looked at Emperor Zhou softly, but Emperor Zhou knew that everything was different.

"I promise you, but my only request is that if you stay by my side, I will make your son the crown prince..." The emperor, who had a bit of pain in his eyes, still made this request, his eyes full of tears. It's all about possessiveness and guilt.

"Let me make it up to you, Xuemei..." The aloof emperor began to lower his figure, with a slight pleading expression, but the face that was usually aloof in front of everyone tore off all the camouflage in front of her.

"Let me stay, yes. My only request is that you can only come once a year..." Song Jiajia looked at the man in front of her with a smile, her smiling face was full of softness and gentleness, but it was like the nine days As far away as a mysterious girl...

"Okay, I promise you..." The emperor sitting on the imperial chair closed his eyes wearily, and leaned slightly on the chair, his slender fingers were a little skinny, not as good-looking as before. The fatigue of the state affairs has made him much older, and the loneliness and mourning in his expression make people feel a little moved...

(End of this chapter)