National Beauty

Chapter 171

[Note, this chapter is the only online version of the full text. If Song Jianing was not choked to death by litchi in the previous life, you can skip it first, read the full text and then read this one. The other extras will be put into the physical book and listed 3. I will post it online after a month, thank you for your support for so long! 】

"My girl, are you trying to scare the old slave to death, let you eat slowly and don't listen..."

In the carriage, Mother Li threw the big lychee that Song Jianing had just spit out, and then she patted Song Jianing on the back while she was afraid of the tunnel. She was really scared to death. Just now, she almost thought that Song Jianing was about to choke to death by lychees. Fortunately, she finally vomited out. Otherwise, the elder son came back, how would she explain it?

Song Jianing was also shocked. Although she was in pain when she was punished by Princess Duanhui on her knees, she had thoughts of seeking death, but she didn't want to choke to death by eating lychees. It was too embarrassing to spread it out.

The master and servant comforted each other for a while, and confirmed that Song Jianing was okay, and then Grandma Li ordered the carriage to move on.

At night, Song Jianing had medicine on her knee, lying on her back honestly, in the dead of night, she recalled the situation in the day palace, and the more she thought about it, the more disturbed she became. She was raised in this place by Guo Xiao. She had recognized it a long time ago. Guo Xiao married Princess Duanhui. She was not sad, but she had seen Princess Duanhui who told her to punish her. Song Jianing always felt that in the future, even if she would hide here with all her heart. By the way, Princess Duanhui, I'm afraid she won't tolerate her.

Isn't it, she wants to eat and wait to die?

Song Jianing couldn't sleep anymore.

In the palace, Princess Duanhui couldn't sleep as well, with Song Jianing's charming face in her mind. She had known that her cousin had a concubine room, but she had always convinced herself that the concubine room was only used by her cousin to vent her desires, and was kept outside because she could not get on the table. Now that I have seen Song Jianing with my own eyes, Princess Duanhui thinks that again, she is a fool.

When you close your eyes, the image of your cousin holding Song Jianing's favor will come to mind, hating and disgusting. Princess Duanhui became more and more anxious, suddenly lifted the quilt and jumped out of the bed, and went straight to the dressing table with her bare feet. In the mirror, her hair is like a waterfall, her face is bright and beautiful, in terms of beauty, Princess Duanhui does not think she is worse than Song Jianing, but she must also admit that compared with Song Jianing, she lacks a style. Song Jianing looks at people, she Meigu's voice is a charm that women can hardly resist.

With such a charming outer room, would my cousin still be single-minded to her? Impossible, as long as Song Jianing is alive, she will never be able to occupy the cousin's favor alone. She is a princess. Not only does she want status, she also needs a complete husband, Song Jianing, a lowly girl, why should she **** her?

The next day, Princess Duanhui went to the Changchun Palace of her mother, Princess Shu, and dispatched the maid.

"You, why do you have such an idea?" Princess Shu looked at her daughter in horror, and she didn't understand why her daughter, who was not well involved in the world, suddenly had a vicious thought of murder.

It’s okay not to ask, when Princess Shu asked, Princess Duanhui cried and threw herself into her mother’s arms and complained: "Mother, you haven’t met her. You’ll understand when you see her. My cousin has spoiled her for seven years. I will continue to spoil myself, I can’t stand it, I want her to die, I want my cousin to put my heart on me... Mother, help me, as long as I think my cousin will go to her and talk to her When I was in the same bed, my heart hurts like a knife..."

Concubine Shu hugged her daughter and did not speak for a long time.

Which woman is willing to share favor with others? When she first entered the palace, the first emperor Longzhang Fengzi was very energetic, and when she was fifteen or sixteen years old, she had a heartfelt love. When the first emperor came to Changchun Palace, she was worthy of her one-day waiting and served this man sweetly. However, gradually, the first emperor started again. Fortunately, the other concubines, the sadness and suffering at the time, even after more than 20 years, Princess Shu still remembers clearly.

Concubine Shu fully understands her daughter's bitterness, but... lowered her head, Concubine Shu gently touched her daughter's long hair, and sighed: "Since Pingzhang spoils her so much, if something happens to her, she will definitely be jealous of you, maybe I will share with you for this, Duanhui, you have to think clearly."

Princess Duanhui raised her head and met her mother's concerned eyes. She smiled disdainfully: "In an outer room, if my cousin spoils her, I will be angry at most for ten and a half months. Is it possible that I will be ignored for a lifetime because of a dead person. Me? Send someone to do it, and it will be resolved before my cousin comes back. I just want her to die. I will be happy if she is dead!"

Concubine Shu was naturally partial to her daughter. Thinking about it carefully, her daughter's words are not unreasonable. How many years of love between her daughter and nephew would be due to a dead outer room?

Concubine Shu came from the Palace of the National Guard. When she was a girl, she had her own Zhuangzi in charge. She has been in the palace for more than 20 years and can successfully become a concubine. Concubine Shu must also have her own confidant means, carefully plan things, Mrs. Shu The concubine called a confidant and secretly ordered.

However, this is the palace, and everything that happens in the palace can't escape the eyes of the new emperor Zhao Heng.

Father Fu whispered in Zhao Heng's ear. Zhao Heng had a mouth problem since he was a child, and was withdrawn by nature. The palace servants around him changed batch after batch, but Father Fu always waited around. Zhao Heng looked at the vase, and Father Fu could guess whether the emperor wanted to cut flowers or not. For a new one, Zhao Heng can only say two words, and Father Fu can explain it into a large paragraph, and he has guessed what Zhao Heng means every time. Therefore, Father Fu is the number one celebrity around Zhao Heng. Where is Zhao Heng going? , He followed.

After learning of the vicious plans of Princess Shu and Princess Duanhui, Zhao Heng looked as usual. After a while, he said a few words lightly.

Father Fu understood, and bent over and said, "It is the blessing that Song Clan has cultivated for three lifetimes to be pityed by the emperor."

Song Jianing's leg didn't hurt after three days of raising it. Only when he rolled up his trouser legs, there were still two kneeling bruises remaining on Bai Shengsheng's knees. It was estimated that he would have to apply plaster for a few more days. Mother Li can take care of her, and she changes her dressing three times a day, lest the son of the world will come back and find a clue, Song Jianing is lying awkwardly on the bed, and she is too lazy to move during the heat.

I slept a lot during the day, and Song Jianing slept lightly at night, as if hearing some sound of landing, Song Jianing opened his eyes sleepily, his vision blurred, and saw a fiery red light. Song Jianing was puzzled, and took a closer look at what kind of light it was, it was clearly on fire! In the blink of an eye, the tongues of fire spread towards the door of the inner room and the bed tents!

Song Jianing was so frightened that her legs were weak. After a brief period of shock, she finally recovered and jumped to the ground to shout for help. The fire was too strong, and the crackling blasts obscured her voice. Song Jianing didn't know that her call for help had not been transmitted, and ran out in a panic. When I ran to the next time, seeing that the night watchman Li was still lying on the couch, Song Jianing rushed to call someone, but he pushed her several times, but she didn't move.

Song Jianing tremblingly probed Mother Li's nose... no more.

Mother Li is dead?

Song Jianing's mind was blank, but the raging fire did not allow her to think about the cause of Madam Li's death. Finally, she looked at Madam Li, who had accompanied her for more than seven years. Song Jianing covered her mouth and continued to run out, but the fire outside was even bigger and it was already surrounded. At the door of the hall, Song Jianing tried several times to break through without success.

The smoke billowed, and Song Jianing gradually couldn't support it. Before he fell into a coma, he seemed to see a figure.

When I woke up, it was dusk the next day.

In the drowsiness, it seemed to hear the slight footsteps, came to her, and soon left, followed by someone closing the door, squeaking muffled, completely awakened Song Jianing. She opened her eyes and saw the light blue gauze tent, very strange, definitely not her room in Zhuangzi.

"Girl, are you awake?"

Song Jianing was shocked by the sudden inquiry, and the speaker was already by the bed, looking at her with concern and curiosity. The woman wore a bamboo-blue muslin dress, dressed as a maid, her eyes were clear, and she seemed to be innocent. Song Jianing sat up slowly and looked around the strange room. She asked blankly, "Where is this?"

The maid named Lanzhi, she smiled mysteriously when she heard the words, and said playfully: "Someone will tell you later, is the girl thirsty? The slave will pour water for you."

Song Jianing is a little thirsty, but she wants to know where she is.

Lanzhi didn't let her wait long, and waited for Song Jianing to drink a cup of tea, and then served Song Jianing to put on a new suit. Lanzhi asked Song Jianing to wait a while, and she retired by herself. She was the only one in the room. Song Jianing stared at the door for a while, not daring to move, she quietly moved to the window and opened a narrow slit to look out.

Outside is a neat and clean courtyard, with a vermilion lacquer door and glazed tiles, which is indescribable. Moving his eyes, Song Jianing suddenly saw two little eunuchs...

Eunuch?

Song Jianing was shocked to cover the door, is she in the palace?

As soon as his thoughts fell, undisguised footsteps came from the courtyard. Song Jianing was flustered and quickly returned to the center of the room, not daring to sit down, standing opposite the front door with his sleeves clasped. The door opened, Laneige smiled at her, then turned sideways and invited another person inside. The visitor was a smiling **** who asked Lanzhi to wait outside. He came in alone without closing the door.

Song Jianing backed away nervously.

Father-in-law Fu looked at the outer room that Guo Xiao had spoiled for seven years without a trace. Compared with the common concubines and beauties in the first emperor's harem, Song Jianing's appearance is not inferior, but his face is a little fatter, and his body is plump.

Father Fu has been worrying about the emperor’s marriage. He saw that it will be thirty next year. How can there be no concubines? The courtiers urged every day, and Father Fu wanted to urge him, but he didn't dare, because he knew that the emperor had been accustomed to being alone. For so many years, the emperor had only asked him to take care of his daily life.

After discovering that Song Jianing attracted the emperor’s attention, it was a pity for Father Fu for a long time, so beautiful, how did Guo Xiao meet him first? Fortunately, there is a destiny in the dark, telling him to learn that Princess Duanhui and Concubine Shu intend to murder Song Jianing, just because Guo Xiao is unable to protect the beauty, then he will enter the palace and serve the emperor.

The more you look at Song Jianing, the more satisfied you are, and Father Fuk shows his identity peacefully.

"You..." Song Jianing was shocked and speechless.

Father Fu nodded and explained in a low voice: "The princess is about to marry her husband. The princess can't tolerate you and sends someone to set you on fire to take your life. But how can they hide from the emperor when they are plotting in the palace? The emperor is kind and can't bear your innocent death , So send a dark guard to save you from the sea of ​​suffering."

Song Jianing's face turned pale, she had long guessed that Princess Duanhui would deal with her, but she did not expect that Princess Duanhui would kill her if she took action!

"Now, what are your plans? Do you still want to return to the son?" Father Fu said in a low voice, his eyes narrowed slightly, paying attention to any changes in Song Jianing's expression.

Go to Guo Xiao's forbidding, and then someday will be murdered by Princess Duanhui again?

Song Jianing was cold all over, shook her head instinctively, and calmed down for a moment. She threw herself down on her knees and kowtow, crying: "Fu father-in-law, the emperor saved the lives of the women, and the women are grateful, but they were involuntarily sent by their husbands back then. , I have stolen my life so far...Since the princess can't tolerate me, the people's daughters don't want to stay in the capital. I beg the emperor's kindness to the people's women to leave Beijing...

Father Fu was quite surprised and asked, "Do you still have relatives to go to?"

Song Jianing was startled.

Does she have any relatives? The second uncle and the second aunt cruelly sent her to Liang Shao as a concubine. If she went to surrender, the couple would probably sell her again. Jingcheng, let alone that she broke contact with her uncle and aunt, even if the uncle and aunt were willing to take her in, Song Jianing would not dare to stay under Guo Xiao's eyelids. No family members can go, where can she go?

"Miss Song, in fact, if you really want to leave the elder son completely, and never give the elder son a chance to find you again, there is only one way to go." Father Fu lifted Song Jianing up, pityingly.

As if catching the straw, Song Jianing anxiously said: "I ask my father-in-law to give me some guidance!"

Father Fu smiled and pointed his finger at his feet: "Stay in the palace, our emperor is the most merciful. As long as you keep your duty and don’t run around and be seen by others, then the son of the elder will not dare to come to the palace if he has the ability people."

There is no need to go back to Guo Xiao, Song Jianing was happy, just after thinking about it, she was worried again, and lowered her head and said, "I, I'm clumsy, is there anything I can do in the palace?"

Father Fu pretended to think for a moment, and said in deep thought, "There is no shortage of maids in the palace. However, last month the emperor ordered me to choose a maid to serve in the daily life. I have not found a suitable one for a long time. You..." looked up and down Song Jianing. , Father Fu touched his chin and said, "The emperor dislikes the noise of palace people the most. I think you are like a quiet one. How about it? Will the bed be folded?"

Song Jianing is not too noisy and knows how to make the bed, but she is scared to ask her to serve the emperor. How can she be a small girl who is worthy to serve the emperor?

"Well, you let me face the saint, please make the emperor's decision, if the emperor likes you, it is your good fortune."

Flutteringly, Grandpa Fu made a decision for Song Jianing, and then arranged for Lanzhi to teach Song Jianing the rules of the palace. Half a month later, Grandpa Fu brought Song Jianing and the other three quiet and delicate court ladies to the emperor.

Song Jianing saw the emperor...'s dragon boots again, remembering the rules, she dutifully lowered her head and didn't dare to look around.

"The emperor, everyone has brought it, look?" Father Fu smiled and asked for instructions.

Zhao Heng glanced at the four women, reached out and clicked, then looked down and continued reading.

Father Fu instructed the little **** to lead the three unsuccessful palace ladies down.

Song Jianing was still lowering her head. Seeing the maidservants were about to leave, she subconsciously lined up behind, stupidly, Father Fu subconsciously aimed at the emperor, and saw that the emperor seemed to look over there. Father Fu smiled, walked a few steps to stop Song Jianing, and reminded in a low voice: "What are you going? The emperor appointed you, so why don't you go to thank you?"

Clicked her?

Song Jianing raised her head unexpectedly.

Fu Gong Gong's eyes motioned to her to pass.

Song Jianing was almost stunned, and didn't understand why the emperor would choose her. He walked up to the emperor in a dream and knelt to thank her.

"Since you are a court lady, you should keep your duty, and never mention the past." Zhao Heng said indifferently.

Song Jianing touched his forehead and said respectfully: "The emperor's teachings, the servants and maids must keep them in mind."

Zhao Heng nodded: "Retreat."

Song Jianing stood up straight and walked backwards. Someone had been waiting outside the hall and took her to the apse. From now on, she will be the maid serving the emperor.

The emperor didn't return to the apse, Song Jianing had no errands. The guards outside were all eunuchs, all of whom looked serious, so Song Jianing stayed in the side hall to meditate. It has been half a month since the fire. Guo Xiao should be back. Didn't find her body, would Guo Xiao continue to look for her? Also, if Guo Xiao guessed that Princess Duanhui was the murderer behind the scenes, what would he do?

In fact, it has nothing to do with her. Song Jianing doesn’t really care about the result. She just...the huge capital, and there is only one Guo Xiao that has something to do with her. When there is nothing to do, Song Jianing will think of Guo Xiao uncontrollably. , Princess Duanhui.

Before he knew it, the sky was getting dark, and the emperor finished his political affairs and went back to the apse to rest.

Song Jianing went outside to meet him in time.

She is also a court lady, but her clothes are different from those of ordinary court ladies. The top is a pink embroidered quilt, and the bottom is dressed in a plain white dress. Qiaosheng stands there, like a newly opened peony in April, and her cheeks are tender and tender. The blow can break, and the eyelashes blink and blink restlessly, hiding those charming apricot eyes.

Zhao Heng knew that she had served two men one after another, but he could not find a trace of dusty air in this woman. He was charming and jerky. The men could see her good at a glance, but she didn't know it, it was her timid eyes and the cautious demeanor, which was coveted.

Zhao Heng admitted that he had the color of this woman. He was almost thirty. Before he became the king, he was the king of longevity and lived in a secluded mansion. He was a blessed father-in-law. No maidservant dared to approach him. Few ladies had the opportunity to see him. Zhao Heng had no intention of being in love, so he only liked to practice calligraphy and painting alone. After ascending to the throne, he was busy with political affairs and was even more immaculate.

But he needs an heir. Just when he decided to draft, Song Jianing appeared in front of him. Her clothes were soaked and she fell on the ground, breathing quickly, and the ups and downs on her chest were unprecedented in his life. She had flushed cheeks and tears in her eyes, and her pitiful appearance both appealed to others and aroused the animal desires of men.

For the first time, Zhao Heng wanted a woman.

And Princess Duanhui's plan was in his arms, so Zhao Heng used the plan to save her and took her into the palace. The only thing left to Guo Xiao was a corpse that was similar to her height but burned beyond recognition. Three days ago, Guo Xiao returned to Beijing and spent a day and night in the ruined Zhuangzi. Yesterday, Guo Xiao begged him to withdraw his will and refused to marry him.

Zhao Heng was approved, but the prospective husband refused to marry him. He also surrendered the punishment and ordered Guo Xiao to guard the frontier, and he could not return to Beijing without an edict.

Father Fu retired, Zhao Heng moved into the inner hall, Song Jianing followed, and served him to undress. This is the first time Song Jianing has been so close to the emperor. According to this legend, the emperor who murdered several elder brothers was able to ascend to the throne. His face was handsome like a scholar, but his posture was tall and straight, not much shorter than Guo Xiao. Song Jianing had to stand on tiptoe to reach the throne. His shoulders.

The man's breath was blowing over, and Song Jianing was inexplicably nervous with the warm, unfamiliar breath. When he was nervous, Song Jianing gradually felt hot, his heart thumped and his forehead seemed to be sweating. This feeling is too familiar. Song Jianing thought of Liang Shao and Guo Xiao, but the man in front of him is the emperor, how could he...

Before his thoughts fell, his wrists were suddenly caught, Song Jianing shrank all over, raised his head in shock, and his eyes were full of fear: "The emperor..."

Zhao Heng saw her scared, delicate woman, and just grabbed her wrist, and tears appeared in her eyes. Zhao Heng didn’t know what she had experienced before, but he didn’t want to force her. He let go of her hand. Zhao Heng turned around and stood facing her. If I don’t want it, I will not force it."

Song Jianing was stunned.

She was just an orphan, helpless, Guo Xiao didn't give her anything, she also obeyed, this person is the emperor, he doesn't even have to coax her, just make an order and she has to listen. However, the emperor actually said that he would let her give birth to an heir? The status is irrelevant. Song Jianing doesn't care about her crippled body. She just wants to have her own flesh and blood, a close relative who will put her in her heart.

"The emperor, do you take this seriously?" Song Jianing asked with tears in his eyes.

Zhao Heng turned around, looked at her and said, "You have no jokes."

Song Jianing laughed suddenly, and knelt down again: "Thank you, the emperor, Longen."

Zhao Heng looked at her silently.

Song Jianing calmed down for a while, slowly got up, then closed his eyes, shaking his undress in front of Zhao Heng. In the midsummer season, she didn't wear much, and her dresses fell one after another. What she presented to the emperor was a young and beautiful body of a woman, with skin as pure as jade and pure white snow, obediently waiting for the emperor's favor.

Zhao Heng's eyes changed, and the dark bottom of his eyes was surging.

He walked step by step, gently placing his hand on her shoulder, Song Jianing trembled uncontrollably, the next moment, the body suddenly volleyed, Song Jianing instinctively clung to his shoulder. The man strode towards the dragon couch, Song Jianing's body was shaking, and his heart was shaking too, for his unpredictable way forward. Zhao Heng, the emperor, this is her third man. He promised to give her a child. Can she really believe it?

"Don't cry." She shed tears again, not knowing what she was saddening, she probably wanted her, such a posture, Zhao Heng couldn't bear her sadness.

Song Jianing tried to hold back her tears, and just about to wipe her face, the man's kiss fell, and she tossed away her tears. The kiss was so light and light, it seemed to have kissed her on the cusp of her heart. This was the tenderness Song Jianing had never felt on the two men. She tried to open her eyes and saw the emperor’s handsome face, just like the sun. Bi, his face was flushed.

Why is it red?

Because he is moving.

Song Jianing's face was hot, and she couldn't help covering her eyes.

Zhao Heng laughed silently, moving softly, but he moved her hand domineeringly.

This night, Zhao Heng didn't speak any more, and only used actions to express his satisfaction with her. Song Jianing was tired and surprisingly satisfied, and didn't know when he would go to bed.

After another month, after a warm lingering, Zhao Heng embraced the delicate beauty and asked her if she had a nickname.

Song Jianing buried him in his chest and whispered to him: "An An, An Ning An, my mother made it for me."

Zhao Heng kissed her hair, just before Song Jianing was about to fall asleep comfortably, he suddenly heard someone whispering to her: "An An."

Song Jianing smiled, and Ye went deep into his dream, dreaming of his mother.

In the third month of entering the palace, Song Jianing diagnosed Ximai, and he will be the father. Zhao Heng directly named Song Jianing his concubine. As for the outside world, Zhao Heng changed his identity for Song Jianing and changed his motherhood.

In October, Song Jianing gave birth to a daughter. The civil and military people of the Manchu dynasty thought that the emperor would be disappointed and would favor the woman next to him. However, Zhao Heng spoiled Song Jianing more and more and regarded his little princess as the jewel in his hand. The courtiers tried every means to persuade the emperor to accept his concubines, and persuaded him to persuade him. Song Jianing was pregnant again. This time, Shun Shunli gave Zhao Hengsheng a little prince.

The mother is expensive by the child, and Zhao Heng then named Song Jianing the queen, which is logical.