Heartburn

In the evening banquet, I drank a little wine and fell asleep early.

There was no dream for a night, but the next day it was early in the morning when I was called by Yan Kechai.

Vaguely getting up with a bit of anger, resisting the discomfort, and letting the attendant wear it for me in a dazed manner, it took a long time to wake up.

Through the dim bronze mirror, the approximate outline was shown, and it turned out to be a pale yellow court dress, which reminded me that this morning was the day of the court meeting. Wait patiently for the attendant to put on the whole suit lightly, and walk slowly to the side hall for breakfast, where Yan Ke was already waiting.

"His Royal Highness, today's meeting, I am afraid it is not peaceful again." She whispered while instructing the attendant to prepare dishes for me.

"Well, Aunt Ke don't have to worry, this king has his own measure." I knew that she was referring to Duan Wang, and I didn't intend to say anything more-it would be just right and left.

And in the bottom of my heart, there is a vague idea: If the king's thing can be done, then for me, there will be an extra help. For this, why not be a leader?

However, this level of thinking is not good enough to tell Yan Ke in advance to avoid her objection.

After tidying up, he hurried to the palace by car, and then guided the female officer into Mingde Hall.

I straightened my crown and walked to my seat. I was able to sit down before the beginning of the dynasty, and listened to the voice of the attendant. Kuang Xiqing walked leisurely on the steps and sat in to accommodate three pure pure In the Golden Throne, after waiting for everyone to bow, he raised his hand and gave his life aloud.

After the salute, seeing that no one was paying attention to me, she leaned back loosely on the back of the chair, absently listening to the usual set of rhetoric of the Chaohui, and quietly went to find the King of Duan-as an adult emperor, she had long been involved. Although the regime is comparable to Kwong Xihan, who has various privileges since he was a child, it is not comparable to the imperial clan who generally have empty titles and no real power.

It's just that she has been stationed in the fief and never had a chance to go to court. It is probably her first time today; she doesn't know how she compares to Kuang Xihan, who was pretending to be senseless and pretending to be meaningless.

I was thinking about it, I saw King Duan step forward and respectfully presented the memorial in his hand to the deacon female officer, repeating the words at the banquet again, as if to express his firmness: "The minister invites Na Jiang Lanyi to be the princess. ."

In front of Manchu Civil and Martial Arts, Kuang Xiqing was not good to fool around like this. I saw that she nodded blankly, took the paper from the female officer, and buckled it back on the case. She didn't open it, just asked quietly. : "What about Zhuqing's opinion?"

Her gaze swept across the position of Yushitai, and immediately a sensible adviser jumped out and said, "Your Majesty Rongji."

"Quasi." Kuang Xiqing nodded, her expression gentle, and there seemed to be encouragement in her eyes.

The remonstrance officer's waist straightened up straighter, but King Duan frowned, and gave a cold glance at the weak remonstrance officer who was not as tall as her shoulder.

Even though I was quite a distance away, I felt the pressure of that glance, not to mention the remonstrance officer who was directly exposed to the power. I thought that if it weren't for showing timidity in front of the people and the monarch, she would have been shaking like chaff— -Deserving of the commander-in-chief of killing and decisiveness.

In just a moment, King Duan withdrew his gaze, stood aside with his eyes and nose, and waited quietly, as if he had never shown such a sharp and terrifying look.

Without the shock of his eyes, the admonisher had a bit of courage, and raised his head high: "Who is the king's husband? This is a matter of the king's family... It's just the state-owned state law, the family has its own rules, and Dawu has never had it. The precedent for a woman to become a marriage, how can it be that the majesty is foolish and willful and breaks the rules? After all, the name of the king's husband is to be included in the ancestors. Burning incense and offering sacrifices to the heavens told the ancestors. If the sacred kings have spirits under the spring, how can they just let them go? His Royal Highness Duan behaves recklessly? We are brave, and please think twice about His Highness Duan!"

"Courage? Humph, according to the king, you are so courageous!" King Duan raised his eyebrows and smiled, his blue eyes were as clear as spring water, but what was flowing was murderous intent.

I guess, if he were on the battlefield at this moment, the admonishment officer would have been slammed by her.

"Zongzheng Temple." Kuang Xiqing looked to the other side again, turning a blind eye to the tit-for-tat.

The officials named in the name rushed to the same place. The middle-aged woman headed by the middle-aged woman unhurriedly talked about a big deal, and finally concluded: "...Weichen thought that the request of His Royal Highness is not appropriate, and we still need it. Think long-term." It means to oppose.

As the Zongzheng Temple in charge of royal clan affairs, their opinions largely represent the attitude of the clan dignitaries, while Yushitai is the position of ordinary officials. Whether it is from Kuang Xiqing's instruction, the result is not optimistic.

"The ministers seconded." Kuang Xiqing asked the six temples and the other monasteries one after another. No one of the officials of the Manchu dynasty stood by the side of the king.

I looked at that abnormally white face and almost lost blood. I felt quite uneasy, and couldn't help but speak for her: "This king thought..."

"Han'er!" Kuang Xiqing sternly yelled before I knew I was ugly, and stopped my words.

Seeing everyone looking at the past in shock, she knocked on the table without changing her face, and explained gently, "I will consider the opinions of the princes. I am a little tired today, so the meeting ended here and broke up. Right."

I obviously felt the thoughtful look that King Duan had cast before he quit the hall, but there was no time to respond. I was full of Kuang Xiqing's calm face and told me to let her go to the bedroom—there was only one thought left in my heart: What is it? Was it impulsive?

After retiring the attendants and female officials, Kwong Xiqing sat at the desk, Zhu Bi kept reviewing the papers submitted by the officials, and did not take the initiative to speak; I had to hold the tea cup, pretending to be a tasting, from the beginning. Anxious to gradually calm down, I can still think about how to express some support for Duan Wang euphemistically without angering her.

Before I could think about the reason, I listened to Kuang Xiqing's Zhu pen put aside, took a sip of bitter tea, and asked casually, "Just now at the meeting, what do you want to say?"

Why not ask her directly like this. I licked my lips, not knowing if this is a good time to tell the truth, but the words in my heart almost never pass the brain before I say: "I want to plead with Duan Wang. "

"Oh?" Kuang Xiqing raised her eyebrows, neither showing an expression of anger, nor a smile on her face, she just showed respectful concentration, waiting for me to continue.

Seeing that she didn’t seem to be angry, I thought about it, and said with courage: “I think that King Duan’s marriage is her private affair. After marrying back, the person who gets along with each other day and night is also her own. Then, with What is the relationship with others?"

"Even if the person she is going to marry... is a woman?" Kuang Xiqing stared at my eyes and asked meaningfully.

"As long as it does not hinder others, she chooses a man or a woman, so what?" At this point, thinking about herself, she couldn't help saying a few more words, "What's more, there are always too many clan families like us. I can’t help myself. It’s rare to have someone I like. How can I just let it go like this?"

I had just said the words. I realized that I had made a mistake, and I quietly looked up at her, for fear of teaching her to see some clues. Unexpectedly, she suddenly looked up as if she was caught up in my mind--the ink-colored eyes were as deep as Han Yuan, with a bit of eagerness in surprise, quickly melted into the obscure and complicated eyes.

Faced with such eyes, I only felt that my heart was tightly held by a pair of invisible hands, and I was actually tense for no apparent reason.

He opened his mouth, unable to speak, and suddenly there was a cautious knock on the door.

Kuang Xiqing's personal female officer carefully said outside the door: "The King Duan offers something, please submit it to your Majesty."

"Enter." Kuang Xiqing frowned very quickly, then lowered her eyebrows, avoided her gaze first, and replied slightly.

I also followed with a sigh of relief and held up the tea cup to conceal the embarrassment just now.

The female officer slowly approached with a brocade box less than the size of her palm, stopped a few steps away from Kuang Xiqing, bowed and saluted.

After receiving Kuang Xiqing’s signal, I opened the box-I took a glance at it. It was a semicircular blood-colored jade pendant. The jade is transparent and bleaked like a haze. If you look closely, it was a gift from Zen Master Kongxi. The jade jue looks very much like this... In this way, apart from the different colors, isn't it the same as breaking the jade jue into two halves?

What does it mean that King Duan sent someone to send this half of the jade?

But seeing Kuang Xiqing fixed her eyes on the brocade box, a different color flashed in her eyes, taking the jade in her hand and playing back and forth, the corners of her mouth faintly curved.

When I was puzzled, she glanced sideways, and then said to the female officer if nothing had happened: "Go and reply to the person, just say what the king asked for, and I agreed."

"Emperor Sister?" After waiting for a while, I still couldn't hold back, and asked tentatively.

What is so special about this jade, that Kuang Xiqing can change her previous attitude, and under pressure, agree to the shocking marriage of King Duan?

"Does Han'er recognize this thing?" Seeing me shook my head blankly, Kuang Xiqing smiled, and said gracefully, "This is the half tiger charm that commanded the Qingyuan Army. King Duan made one with fifty thousand Qingyuan Army and I. transaction."

—— In exchange for a promise of 50,000 troops, King Duan gave away most of his family...The entire Qingyuan Army's establishment was only 100,000 people.

It can be seen that King Duan is really affectionate towards her princess.

Seeing the satisfaction in Kwong Xiqing’s eyes, I was relieved for Duan Wang, but at the same time I couldn’t help feeling a bit of melancholy-Duan Wang was able to get what she wanted because she paid the price; if it were me, I don’t know what else to pay. What about the price?

A few days later, Duanwang’s mansion sent a greeting note, inviting me to a banquet.

Although I didn't mention it, I don't need to think about it to know that it must be to celebrate her marriage with the princess.

Without paying attention to Yan Ke's dissuasion, I comforted her a few words and took Jiang Zhuo and a few servants to the banquet-it would be good to be able to go out with Jiang Zhuo to relax.

It’s just that I didn’t expect that at the dinner that day, looking at the dignitaries of the entire Guanlan City, no one was present except me.

Two rows of red lanterns were hung high in joy, but the mighty and solemn palace was the door. I stood hesitatingly at the door, feeling that my mood was heavier than the steps I took, and it was inevitable that something would hurt it.