Lonely king and the widowed woman

The second year after Dadi moved to Xinjing, it was a cold winter.

In the newly built houses in the suburban village, the stove is warm with the master's newly brewed rice wine, and the fire is warmly reflected on the young woman's face, adding a little warmth to her charming face. A little boy with pigtails was sitting on the hot Kang opposite her, cross legged and shaking his head reading the rules of disciples. Two people, one big and one small, were photographed, bringing endless warmth to this cold night.

As soon as the woman took care of the little boy and went to bed, a dog barked in the yard.

The woman put on her clothes and opened the door. "Why did you come at this point? The wine has been warmed twice."

In her angry voice, with a smile, she came forward to help lift the curtain of the carriage.

In the wind and snow at the gate of the yard, there was a carriage covered by a curtain. The coachman was tying his horse. The woman who came out of the carriage was mojiu.

Although she was light and obedient, it seemed a little untimely for her to step on the snow and mud of the farmhouse.

"Still warm the wine? Yan'er, every time I meet you, you have new surprises for me? It seems that you can tap your potential again. In addition to embroidery and wine making, maybe you can make me some large caliber fire guns!"

Song Yan pursed her lips and smiled. She glanced at mojiu's clean shoes. She gave way to her side and held her arm tightly. "Don't make me laugh. Be careful under your feet. It's snowy and the road here is slippery."

Mo Jiu's side eyes joked, "are you still afraid of me wrestling? Don't think about who Mo Jiu is."

"Yes! Master Mo is the most powerful! Come on, please come inside!"

The curtain was lifted gently. As soon as I entered the room, I smelled the aroma of home-made rice wine. When I inhaled it into my nose, there was a faint familiar aroma unique to pear wine.

Mo Jiu took a deep breath, lifted the hem of the men's robe, sat down on the rattan chair prepared by song Yan, impolitely filled a cup, tasted it carefully for a moment, and praised it, "Yan'er's wine is authentic. If you further refine it, you will compare the pear blossom wine of the Xiao family. If you add some heat in a few years, you may open the pear wine cup, which can't be compared."

Song Yan smiled, "don't be ashamed of me! Are pear blossom wine and pear wine cups comparable to my crude wine? I just have nothing to do and enjoy myself -"

Mo Jiu raised his eyes and said, "I'm afraid not?"

Song Yan didn't react for a moment. She looked at her suspiciously. Mo Jiu's lips were hooked and couldn't help laughing, "isn't it specially brewed for someone?"

Hearing what she said, song Yan's smiling face was inexplicably embarrassed. She raised her wrist and stroked her broken hair. "Nonsense! I haven't contacted him for many years. How can I make wine for him..."

"Poof!" Mo Jiu smiled and hugged her shoulder. "It's so sad. I thought you brewed it for me. Originally, there was no me in my heart, only him?"

Song Yan knew that she had been teased by him and said softly, "just your bad mouth and tease me again!"

"Don't dare! Yan'er, you should know why I'm here today." Mo Jiu's eyes fell on her white wrist with tongs and said in a slow voice: "Nanrong is gone, but LIULANG is here. He's a close relative, and he doesn't have any more relatives. You're his only cousin. It's natural to take care of you. Why do you insist on refusing?"

Song Yan lowered her head and dared not look at Mo Jiu's eyes.

Dadi Dynasty moved from Lin'an to Yanjing, and she also came to Yanjing from Lin'an.

However, she did not accept all the help provided by Xiao Qian and Mo Jiu. She relied on the silver earned by her own rust shop to complete song Li's northward move.

So she came to Yanjing a year later than Mo Jiu and Xiao Qian, and the small farmhouse was only two months old.

This is mojiu's fifth time to persuade her to enter the palace, and song Yan's fifth time to refuse.

"Mojiu, since the Nanrong Dynasty was swept into the dust of history, my destiny has been doomed. How can a princess of the former dynasty enter the palace of the new dynasty? When your majesty first ascended the great treasure and needed to consolidate the country, I can't add any defects to his political affairs and make people criticize."

"Silly or not? Let's live a good life, but we have to make ourselves so difficult? I tell you, people like Xiao LIULANG have nothing to fear at all. Even Su Yi dares to bring people into the palace and be his royal monk. You are a weak woman. Even if you are recognized by others, who dares to chew the root of his tongue? Do you think your life is long?"

"I know." Song Yan's fingers are cunning, "but I... Have other reluctance."

"What else? Say it!"

Mo Jiu is so anxious that she wants to roll her eyes, but song Yan is not in a hurry.

"I was born in the royal family, grew up in the royal family, and was destroyed by the royal family. I have a sense of awe and fear for the royal family. I don't like the royal life... On the contrary, living in this small village cottage, I am more comfortable than before to feed myself and my children with my own hands. Mojiu, I enjoy this situation and don't want to change."

Mo Jiu stared at her for a moment, got up to fill their glasses with wine, looked sideways at Xiao Song Li sleeping on the Kang, and looked at Song Yan for a long time. "You don't think about yourself, you should also think about Li'er's future? There is a better gentleman in the palace. He can study with Zhizhi, grow up, learn literature and practice martial arts..."

"What's the point of doing this? Will he be happy if he gets merit and fame, becomes an official, becomes a king and a baron... If he doesn't read and understand the truth for merit and fame, it's enough for me to teach her myself."

Song Yan seldom robbed Bai mojiu. Over the years, she has become quiet and gentle, and her speech speed is often controlled in a flat arc. This sudden sharpness stunned Mo Jiu, but she didn't immediately come up with a rebuttal.

To gain fame and rank as king or baron may be the greatest honor to find the people's family.

But song Yan doesn't think so. It's not what she wants.

For such a person who has no desire and no desire, Mo Jiu suddenly has some helplessness and almost sighs to persuade: "Li Er's life is his after all. You are his mother, and you can't deprive him of his right to choose life."

Song Yan was silent. "He is my son, so he has to listen to me."

Mo Jiu: "

Under the influence of Mo Jiu, song Yan's ideology has changed slowly over the years, but some deep-rooted concepts are neither developed nor changed overnight. For example, in Song Yan's consciousness, children are her mother's private property, and she paranoia dominates everything about Song Li. She not only didn't meet wanyanxiu herself, but also simply and rudely prevented Song Li from recognizing wanyanxiu's father and son.

The original intention is good, but is it really the best choice for children?

Mo Jiu can't give this answer, and song Yan doesn't know.

Suddenly it was cold. Song Yan sat rigidly for a while. Shi Shi ran got up and poured wine for Mo Jiu. "I specially made wine for you. Don't waste it."

Mo Jiu turned her eyes. "Just said it wasn't for me?" she took the wine glass and put it on her lips. She didn't drink for a long time. Her eyebrows tightened tightly. After a while, she turned red and put the wine glass down with a faint sigh.

"After moving to the new capital, the palace is becoming more and more deserted."

Song Yan looked at her delicate and picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and pursed her lips. "If you are lonely, you often come to me."

Mo Jiu smiled, "how can you be so convenient in the palace?"

Song Yan said, "Your Majesty doesn't allow you freedom. Who can bind you?"

She was right. Xiao Qian not only allowed her to come and go freely, but also risked the words and swords of the civil and military dynasties to allow her to participate in politics. Under one person, above ten thousand people, the statue of Queen Dadi, no one can be better than her right since ancient times, but mojiu is not as happy as he thought.

She used to think that once Xiao Qian was in power, there would be nothing to bind them in the world.

"But there is no real freedom above the imperial power. With the Phoenix crown on my head, how can I make the real ink nine?"

Listening to her inexplicable emotion, song Yan painfully held her hand and looked at her flat belly, "you... Still don't believe it?"

She knew it was inappropriate, but she asked. Over the years, if there is anything else on mojiu that others should worry about for her, it is her stomach. Not only song Yan was worried, but also the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were staring. Emperor Dadi didn't have concubines. The queen was the only one in the harem, but the queen had only one princess, and half of the princes didn't have any. Who inherited Dadi Jiangshan?

When I was in Lin'an, the officials had been arguing about this. When I came to Yanjing, I was even more anxious. Whenever I spoke to the emperor, Xiao Qian suppressed me.

He seldom mentioned these things to mojiu, but mojiu knew them all. For the first time, she was melancholy about having children.

"No." she shook her head, greeted song Yan's worried eyes, chuckled, and said carelessly, "well, the emperor is not in a hurry to die a eunuch. Xiao LIULANG and I are still young and have no major health problems. Are we worried about having no children in the future?"

"..." Mo Jiu can deceive others, but not song Yan.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Mo Jiu smiled bitterly and stared at her angrily, "what are you doing looking at me like this? I said you have to open which pot? Believe it or not, this palace will punish you for a crime of disrespect?"

Song Yan was amused by her pretending to be angry. "Yes, the empress calms down, and the grass people dare not again! Come on, let's not mention those, just drink."

Green ant new baked wine, red stove small fire mud. The winter night is cold. The two people have fun with small wine, red fire and gossip. About half an hour, Mo Jiu was ready to go.

"It's so urgent today?" Song Yan took the wind cloak hanging behind the door for her. "It's windy and snowy outside, and asked you to stay and sleep with me for a night?"

"Come on! If I stay, I'll add another crime in the early morning of Xiao Qian tomorrow." Mo Jiu smiled and tied the ribbon of his wind cloak, "I really don't want him to wipe my ass all day."

"Poof. Your mouth... Talks dirty again."

"Which is this meat talk? It's obviously the truth."

"Yes, your majesty may love to wipe your ass?"

For mojiu, this sentence didn't have any dirty meaning, but song Yan's acceptance number had a deep impact. Leng Buding's sentence showed his intuition and bowed his head immediately. He was a little embarrassed. Mo Jiu turned back in surprise and looked at her suddenly blushing face. He couldn't help raising his hand and pinching it. He smiled and said, "the little lady is bad at learning? Say, what have you thought of?"

"Annoying!"

"Ha ha, it's more and more popular. It suits the ninth master's appetite. Wait, and the ninth master will come back and ask you!"

She was an indifferent master. After teasing song Yan, she went out with a smile.

Song Yan followed and sent it out. The wind and snow in the yard roared, a little harder than before. She opened the door. The cold wind shaved like a knife, and Mo Jiu sneezed inexplicably.

At this time, song Yan shouted behind her, "Mo Jiu!"

"Hmm?" Mo Jiu rubbed his sour nose. "If you have something to say, what are you doing?"

Song Yan bit her lower lip and met her line of sight. She was a little embarrassed. "Recently, I often hear people gossip. After the new year, the snow melts, and your Majesty's cavalry will step out of the pass and go to war... After the war, will they die?"

Over the years, with the help of mojiu, Xiao Qian has developed agriculture and commerce, built water conservancy, consolidated border defense, calmed domestic problems and hustled foreign worries. In just a few years, it not only allowed Dadi to breathe in successive years of famine and war and slowly restore people's livelihood, but also allowed Dadi's territory to expand continuously, and the eastern, southern, Western and northern regions gradually grow outward. Wherever Dadi cavalry went in this world, no one knew the power of Dadi emperor. No internal ministers dared to make chaos and no foreign enemies dared to commit. All parties took the initiative to surrender and submitted to Dadi Dynasty one after another.

However, the hind is a unique existence.

I don't know whether it's because of the alliance under the city between the two countries, Xiao Qian cherished and Wanyan Xiu's love, or Xiao Qian took into account that Hou Yu is a hard bone to chew. Over the years, Da Di has been conquering East and West, but he hasn't touched Hou Yu at all. Wanyanxiu has always maintained good diplomatic relations with Dadi Dynasty, and in this prosperous song, he has made preparations and expanded armaments. In just a few years, he seems to have become an eagle in the northeast border of Dadi.

Therefore, courtiers often advised Xiao Qian not to let the empress sit big.

Most of the courtiers believed that one mountain could not tolerate two tigers. Wanyan Xiu, the God of war of the state of Xi, was by no means a man who won a false reputation. If he had plump wings over time, he would become a trouble in the heart of Dadi Dynasty. The sooner he got rid of it, the better. But Xiao Qian was in power with his own discretion and was never willing to be disturbed. For the political affairs of Hou Yu, he repeatedly refuted the courtiers. Some courtiers privately thought he was favoritism, but mojiu understood that Xiao LIULANG did consider personal feelings, but he was by no means a person who took national affairs as a trifle.

There is only one reason why he doesn't finish Yan Xiu - the time hasn't come.

Da Di has just established a new state, with all kinds of waste waiting to flourish. He can clean up the surrounding small countries with ease. If he goes to war with Wanyan Xiu's rear iron cavalry, even if he will win in the end, he will kill three thousand enemies and lose eight hundred, which will seriously hurt his vitality. Therefore, in the stage of recuperation, he didn't have to kill wanyanxiu. In this way, to maintain mutual friendship and give the two peoples a chance to survive, not only for Wanyan Xiu, but also for Dadi.

However, mojiu can't guarantee that Xiao Qian will never move back, nor can he guarantee that wanyanxiu will live in the desolate place of back, and won't think of Dadi's beautiful rivers and mountains.

When can a woman see through a man's ambition? Moreover, these days, there are indeed some signs that the DPRK and China are ready to send troops. When the weather was cold, Houyu was ready to move in the northeast and harassed the people in the border areas from time to time. Under the situation of the courtiers shouting war strongly, Xiao Qian gradually turned his opposition from the beginning into identification.

At this moment, facing song Yan's eyes, Mo Jiu didn't want to cheat her. He couldn't answer for a long time.

Song Yan understood, and a pair of expectant eyes slowly became gray. "Do you have to fight to the death to solve it? It's just been better for a few years."

Mo Jiu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "maybe there will be another way..."

Song Yan asked, "how?"

Mo Jiu said, "you can drag it. For example... Let's have a kiss with Houyu or something?"

Hearing about the marriage, song Yan's face was a little uncomfortable and stiff, "wait a few years, don't you still want to fight in the end?"

Mo Jiu observed her expression, smiled, raised his hand to tidy up the hat of the wind cloak, and whispered, "not necessarily. What if there is a turn for the better?"

“……”

"Yan'er, I'll try my best." Mo Jiu looked at her face and teased her. "But I'm serious. Yan'er, if you can settle the dispute between the two countries by sending you and relatives, will you?"

"..." Song Yan stood in the threshold and didn't respond for a long time.

A long time ago, when mojiu first entered the world, she was burning a raging fire in her heart. She had no direction but was ambitious. She wanted to go to battle and compete with Xiao Qian in the Central Plains to guide the country. However, after countless fleeting years of war, she longed for peace and did not want to see the scene of dead bones hanging branches and beacon fire in March.

Thinking all the way, she returned to the bedroom and found that Xiao Qian had returned and was leaning on her couch to read.

Mo Jiu was stunned. He didn't salute and walked over with a smile. "Why did you come back so early today?"

Xiao Qian closed the book and put it down. With a light smile, he took her by the hand and sat beside him. "I haven't served the queen for many days. I'm afraid the queen will be angry with me. I have to pay for it early - I have a dragon body. I hope the queen will accept it."

"Come on!" Mo Jiu glared at him, patted his palm on the back of his hand, and heard a slap, "are you angry with your group of love Qing? I'm angry and have no place to vent my anger. I came back early to find comfort?"

Xiao Qian was stunned and couldn't help laughing. "Sure enough, the husband and wife are united. I ah Jiu can even guess this!"

"Ha ha!" Mo Jiu smiled. Seeing that he was going to hold him again, he turned aside and looked at him with a positive face. "Today, Yan'er asked me if I was going to fight back. I was a little sad."

Xiao Qian looked at her and was silent.

Mo Jiu narrowed his eyes, leaned slightly, put his head in front of him and observed his expression, "has the time been set?"

Xiao Qian said, "wait until the weather is warm."

Mo Jiu frowned, "do you have to fight? Does the world have to solve problems in this way?"

She unknowingly asked a question similar to song Yan, but Xiao Qian gave her a more firm answer, "it's weak to be able to fight without fighting. How can I show weakness?"

Mo Jiu shook his head. "It's good to be able to fight without fighting. Why not?"

Xiao Qian clenched her shoulder, "ah Jiu. If I don't fight, Wanyan Xiu won't let me. I'll only advance an inch. If he sticks to the end, I'll have a headache."

Hoo! His third uncle Wanyan is also a horizontal and stubborn master. In recent years, he secretly came to see the child being expelled several times. Is it because he harbors a grudge that he deliberately harasses the sideline? Mo Jiu couldn't understand the man's logical thinking and couldn't help sighing, "LIULANG, I really don't dare to recall those days when horns and drums were contending and innocent souls were mourning... White bones were exposed in the wild, and there was no chicken crowing for thousands of miles. People left a hundred relics, and it broke people's intestines..."

Maybe he was frightened by the scene he described. Mo Jiu grabbed his chest and suddenly felt his stomach churning. He suddenly stayed down and retched on his side.

"What's the matter with ah Jiu?" Xiao Qian hurriedly came to hold her and stroked her back. "Did you eat anything bad at Yan'er?"

"No, just take a few mouthfuls of wine."

"Drink secretly again, you bad habit..."

"No, it has nothing to do with drinking. I just think of the bloody scene. I, I can't stand it! I can't even think about it. My stomach is burning and I want to vomit!" Mo Jiu said, covering his mouth and vomit wildly, so that the whole person squatted down with no blood on his face. Xiao Qian nervously held her wrist and habitually sounded her pulse.

"Ah Jiu!" in a flash, his nervous face turned into shock, and then into surprise, "you are happy!"

In the bedroom hall, I fell into silence.

A kind of intense and almost boiling joy spread and filled the eyes of the two people.

Seeing her stunned, Xiao Qian firmly took her into his arms and affirmed in a deep voice, "look at your silly son! Ah Jiu, we really have a child!"

"There's a child!" Mo Jiu looked up at him with wet eyes. "If it's a son, it's for Dadi's little prince... Can we not fight this war?"

Xiao Qian lowered his head and kissed her forehead, like coaxing a child. He whispered, "as long as Wanyan Xiu doesn't offend me, I promise not to offend him!"

It is quite heavy for him to make such a commitment with his respect today. Mo Jiu turned his sorrow into joy, happily pursed his lips, and rushed into his arms with a loud voice and hugged him tightly.

The next day, the news of the Queen's joy was like a spring breeze overnight. It soon spread all over the city, spread out in Yanjing, and blew to all corners of Dadi Dynasty.

A month and a half later, the Lord of Houyu, Wan Yanxiu, sent a congratulatory message and several gifts, all of which were Houyu's precious mink, deer antler and ginseng. A letter of state arrived in Yanjing with his congratulatory gift.

"Hou Yu Wanyan Xiu wants to marry the emperor Dadi, Princess Ziyan, and marry Dadi forever. He will never make a step in Dadi's territory in his lifetime."

Princess Ziyan? Of course the courtiers know.

The unspeakable relationship between Xiao Qian and Nanrong royal family has always been an unspeakable taboo for Dadi.

However, after Yan Xiu, the rebellious Lord of Hou Yu opened a thin veil so easily.

In the national book, not only the name of Princess Ziyan, but also his own birthday was written, specifically indicating that he wanted empress Dadi to give a divination to prove their marriage.

There was no wind in the hall. All the ministers sighed that Wanyan Xiu was bold in seeking peace and declaring war, but the queen suddenly smiled and burst out a clear light in her eyes.

"Da Di Chao is going to marry the princess!"