Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1729

Whenever Emperor Zhaowu encountered major events, he would always take memorials to the temporary palace and humbly ask for Empress Dowager Huizheng's opinion.

Sometimes it is the problem of flooding in the Wei River, and sometimes it is the decision of border battle reports.

After discussing state affairs, he always stayed in the palace for dinner. Before all the memorials on the table were collected, he could not wait to ask, "What new wine do you have today?"

Her wine is always special.

The pear blossom wine in spring is as clear as the first snow, the osmanthus wine in late summer is as fragrant as the evening breeze, and the best is the plum blossom wine in the winter solstice. Two or three petals are sunk in the amber wine, and you can taste the icy honey when drinking it.

He especially loves the borderline of being slightly tipsy.

He was three parts drunk and warmed his heart, and seven parts sober was enough to remember her words in his heart. When he left, he always carried the fragrance of wine on his sleeves, walked through the long palace road under the moonlight, and felt that the road to the emperor she had paved for him had a warmth worth savoring in the loneliness.

Emperor Zhaowu never suspected Empress Dowager Huizheng.

Occasionally, after he had done something great that benefited the country and the people, he would approach her cautiously with joy and wait for praise, but he had to pretend to be calm and indifferent.

Although he was clearly an older man, he would secretly glance at her out of the corner of his eye, like a child waiting to be rewarded with candy.

A casual compliment from her would make him happy for a month, and he would be more diligent and self-disciplined to handle state affairs day and night, just to make her smile and to reassure her.

Empress Dowager Huizheng had always known that Emperor Zhaowu treasured the piece of paper in which she praised him for his "aura of a wise ruler" and kept it under a glass paperweight on the imperial desk, until the ink had been rubbed out.

It has nothing to do with love.

It was because she believed that he could single-handedly piece together the shattered Northern Wing Dynasty and put it back together again. The thin calluses between his knuckles were meant to smooth out the cracks on the territorial map.

Historians will never understand that the most precious thing in this world is not romantic love.

But she believed in him and he respected her.

It was a half-written red comment left by a woman for the emperor on the dragon throne, and a man stopped the imperial carriage for the empress dowager outside the palace at three o'clock in the morning.

The bond between them is deeper than that of mandarin ducks embracing each other. If we must give this friendship a name, let's call it "Northern Wing".

Shi Anxia looked at the young and energetic Xiao Zhi and felt a little dazed for a moment, but she quickly adjusted her mood.

She had been very restrained before, not showing any behavior that showed any intimacy with him, fearing that it would cause unnecessary misunderstandings and fantasies, after all, he was still young at that time.

After Bei Hui made tea and left, Shi Anxia sat upright and talked about the matter at hand, not other things. "I want to see you today, brother, because of this manuscript. Please take a look at it, brother."

Xiao Zhi took the manuscript and flipped through it, page by page, reading it carefully and appreciating it carefully. "Good words, every word is heart-wrenching, but it's too pitiful."

"Brother, do you know that most women in this world have to go through two gates of hell?" Shi Anxia's teacup made a clear sound as it tapped on the table. "One is the pain of childbirth, and the other is the abuse of the mother-in-law."

Xiao Zhi didn't quite understand why Shi Anxia was discussing matters in the rear house with him, so he just listened carefully.

Then I heard her say, "This manuscript was left by Miss Chi Shuang's mother Huo Qingqing. Her poems record countless scenes and methods of mothers-in-law torturing their daughters-in-law."

Xiao Zhi still didn't understand Shi Anxia's intention of discussing with him.

Shi Anxia's eyes darkened slightly, and she tapped her fingertips lightly on the table before getting to the point. "Miss Chi Shuang has two requests. One is to build a clan temple, move her father's lineage out of the Chi family, and set up a new branch; the other is to publish this manuscript so that people all over the world can see the filth of the Chi family."

Xiao Zhi paused for a moment, "Miss Chi, you don't even have the slightest way out for yourself."

To be expelled from a clan is like having half of one's flesh and blood cut off, and to have one's innermost secrets made public to the world is to be cut off from the entire class of noble ladies.

Because of her brother's reputation in the capital city as a man who shed blood on the battlefield, many powerful families have been interested in marrying her.