On one hundred ways of acting like a baby

The news that Xuanbei was injured was written on a roll of paper tied to the feet of the pigeons and flew all the way back to Shangjing.

When Imperial Concubine Ying learned about this from her confidant maid, she was gathering with Huashanna in Rumeng Pavilion.

"Yo, I don't know what the whisper is, why is my sister's complexion so bad?" Hua Shanna's eyes fluttered, no matter why the imperial concubine was in trouble, she was busy making trouble.

Concubine Ying gave a gentle but dignified smile, "Your tired sister is worried, but it's just that she is uneasy when she hears that there is something going on ahead but she is not by the King's side."

When Huashanna heard this, she lost all complacency.

There are only a few women in the entire harem, there is no empress dowager on Yingzhen, and there are no other noble concubines to compete with, and now she is taking care of trivial matters in the harem for the empress dowager.Therefore, if the battle ahead is transmitted to the harem, most of it will pass through the ears of Yingzhen first.

Seeing Yingzhen pretending to be sad, Huashanna wanted to grit her teeth and slap the table away.But she prayed to God and Buddha day and night, fearing that the king would be hurt elsewhere, and she was reluctant to lose any news about him on weekdays.

Thinking of this level, Hua Shanna could only hold back her dissatisfaction, and pretended to be indifferent: "Since it is a war, my sister should not know it alone, otherwise my sisters will know nothing and worry about it every day. How bad is that?"

"What my sister said is that tomorrow the Japanese palace will gather the sisters together to inform." Concubine Ying stretched out her hand to rub her forehead, and sighed, "It's a pity that this palace was so restless for a while, and it turned out to be dizzy. Just ask the imperial doctor to have a look. Otherwise, I can tell my sister first, but my sister doesn’t need to worry too much, the king is only slightly injured, so there is nothing serious about it.”

Your Majesty is injured? !

Hua Shanna was still thinking about the infant Najo, but in a few words she said that she was not feeling well, obviously she deliberately didn't make it clear so that she could not sleep at night.However, when she got up suddenly at this moment, she also felt a burst of chest tightness, and she almost wanted to vomit.

Huashanna hastily covered her mouth with her hand, and she didn't have the heart to circle Yingzhen anymore, so she simply resigned and left.

"She didn't bother." The maid stared at Huashanna's back in surprise, with a strange expression, "Could it be that she...is really pregnant?"

"Nine times out of ten." Yingzhen looked serious.

A few days ago, I heard that Huashanna had a poor appetite and often vomited. Concubine Ying invited Huashanna to sit down out of suspicion.Hua Shanna feared that she had bad intentions, let alone liked her, so she shied away several times and finally came here honestly.Now it seems that Huashanna is probably pregnant, but this matter cannot be compared with Xuanbei's safety, and Xuanbei is more worried about her at the moment.

"Lu'er." Concubine Ying ordered in a deep voice, "Immediately send someone to inform my elder brother of the attack."

"promise."

Lu'er took the order and left, and brought back Yingguifei's elder brother Yingchen half an hour later.

Yingzhen and Yingchen belong to the same mother, but one is kind and calm, while the other is vicious and cunning, there is a world of difference.

"My minister Yingchen pays homage to the empress." Yingchen's face was cold and dark, and he saluted lazily, without any respect in his mouth.

Yingzhen knew that he was arrogant by nature, and no one would take his eyes off of him except the lord Gushara.

"Get up." Yingzhen said, and gestured to the left and right to back down with her eyes.

"Your Majesty specially turned away from the left and right. I'm afraid there is an important matter to discuss." Yingchen sat on the top, without any rules, as if she was at home.

Yingzhen took a sip of tea, not revealing her thoughts, and said with a smile, "But it's been a long time since I haven't seen my brother, I'm just worried."

"Missing?" Yingchen sneered, "Imperial Concubine, you and I do not agree with each other, if you are concerned about Xuanbei, you might as well give up."

"It really is Gushara." Yingzhen's face remained unchanged, her head was half down, showing her slender neck.

She raised her voice sharply, as if to question: "Did Gu Shala want the king's life!?"

"So what?" Yingchen pursed her lips, with a look of disdain and fearlessness on her face, "When a prince fights a foolish king, it's either you die or you live. Both sides must lose, but it's a matter of time. You've been smart since you were young, don't you know this truth?"

Yingzhen refused to give up momentum, and said angrily: "This time the king's personal administration will greatly benefit the hearts of the army and the people. If there is a mistake, it is unpredictable how the government will be, how will Dora be, and what will be Peijue? Gu Xiala's move It's disloyalty, treason and rebellion, brother, as the head of Gushara's staff, how could you not know? How could you allow this to happen?!"

"You want to provoke me!" Yingchen's expression suddenly became vicious, and he knocked the porcelain cup to the ground with a flick of his hand, "What should the prince do? I am just an assistant and must not interfere! As for Xuanbei's life and death, what do I have to do with it?"

"Then elder brother doesn't even care about my life or death?" Yingzhen frowned with tears in her eyes, as if begging, but also heartbroken.

She noticed that Yingchen was a little dull, and reached out to hold Yingzhen's hand again.

"Brother is willing to go through life and death for Gushara, and I can live and die with the king. But my father and mother are gone, and there are only a few babies, only you and me. Brother——"

Yingzhen suddenly shed a drop of tears, "The only blood relative left in this world is Zhen'er..."

There are tens of millions of men and women in the world, but the two of them are the only ones who are connected by blood.This bright red blood is like a rope that binds them firmly, even if the world is in jeopardy, they depend on each other for their lives, and they are their own family.

This is a deep-seated love that can't be asked for and can't be let go.

Even Ruthless Yingchen couldn't help but slow down his expression, and took a deep look at Yingzhen, "The lord is just warning Xuanbei this time. After Xuanbei became queen, he vigorously promoted the military officers and the court was in turmoil. The repeated imperial conquests are just to satisfy his own selfish desires. Such a sloppy behavior A man is not worthy of the throne, he will die sooner or later!"

His tone was much calmer, but still stern.

"The king only knows how to review memorials in the palace every day, and he rarely comes in and out of the harem. He hasn't had a single heir in the past three years, so why..." Yingzhen murmured lost, her beautiful eyes were gloomy.

"So what if he doesn't go into the harem? He has a beautiful woman to accompany him." Yingchen's face was full of contempt, and there was a hint of hatred in his eyes, "That bell boy is so charming. He not only monopolizes the faint king, but also secretly seduces the prince. If he stays in the palace, he will become a disaster sooner or later." , why don't you get rid of him?"

Yingzhen rested her hand on the edge of the table feebly, and shook her head, "...I... don't want to hurt people easily... Your Majesty really likes him, but he doesn't know why, no matter how tempted others try, he won't give him a name. He's just a little boy Erlang, he is as big as joy. What's more, I have mentioned the concubines in the harem many times in front of him. He has no intention of envy, and he has no intention of it. Maybe there is another way to—"

"The benevolence of a woman!" Yingchen stopped and said, "You are so soft-hearted that it is difficult to achieve great things, and you will surely die in the hands of this son in the future."

"Zhen'er has never intended to achieve great things." Yingzhen closed her eyes and bit her lips, tremblingly said: "Brother, you know that Daddy was seriously ill back then, before he left, he asked Zhen'er: If you and your husband end up fighting, what would I do..."

At that time, the Yingchen Road was initially determined, and the factions were divided.The father and son of Ying's clan cut off their love and ties, and each was in charge. Since then, there has been no talk of father and son.

"My lady talks too much!"

Yingchen's expression moved slightly, but she refused to reveal her weakness.He stood up, his tall and thin body turned his back on Yingzhen and left.

When he walked to the door, he heard a soft, unbelievable word.

"That day, Zhen'er said, no matter elder brother or husband——

If one person dies, Zhen'er will not live alone. "

must not live alone.

Must not live alone!Ah!

Yingchen turned her head to look, but she couldn't tell whether his sister was too innocent and gentle, or whether she was hard-boned and hidden under the surface.

But no matter how true or false this feeling and these words are, they have already stood as enemies and cannot be changed.

"If you die for brother, you should keep your eyes open for brother to see how Xuanbei is the emperor and king, and whether he is really worthy of victory." Yingchen said coldly: "If Xuanbei dies, you are deeply in love and willing to be a mandarin duck of death. Brother will not stop you."

After all, he left heartlessly.

Yingzhen was exhausted all over, slumped in the soft chair, and quietly wiped away the teardrops with her hand.

I knew so.

She knew it all along.

only--

How can this be so?

how so?

The father died, the mother died, and the elder brother left, living alone in the deep palace.How did her infancy fall into such a miserable situation step by step?

How unwilling she is.

She complained and wronged in every possible way, but there was nothing she could do.

Yingzhen's chest was in pain like a knife gouging out, she wiped off the tears, but her eyes were as clear as before, she was still a weak woman who would not fight or snatch.

Besides her, the young prime minister Yu Qing'an also received the news that Xuanbei had been poisoned by an arrow.

"How...so..."

Yu Qing'an couldn't believe it, his hands softened, and the black and white paper fell to the ground.

Kushara.

It was never expected that Gushara was so bold that he would risk everything to seek the throne.

Yu Qing'an immediately thought about Gu Shala's various actions when he was in control of the government.Logically speaking, if Gushara had the slightest intention to win over the courtiers, he would definitely reject it.However, Gu Xiala seems to be sincere and just governing, so there must be something strange about this matter, or he has not seen through it for a while, so he should report everything to Xuanbei in detail.

He picked up the pen to write, but his hand trembled slightly, and it was difficult to write. Only a drop of ink was like tears, seeping a circle.

Xuanbei was injured.

Yu Qing'an was in a trance: Xuanbei, how could someone who is so on guard get hurt so easily?

How does it hurt?

When will you return to Beijing?

Where is Yu Zijin?

He... is he okay?

He couldn't stop thinking, but couldn't concentrate on writing.

Yu Qingan shook her head, trying to throw out all kinds of doubts and worries.

He thought, really can't think about it.

Something seems to be wrong.

where?

Yu Qing'an is unknown.

Obviously Xuanbei believed in him as always, he was as loyal as ever, and this world remained unchanged as before.

There is only one Yu Zijin who enters the palace to be favored, and stays with Xuanbei all day long.

From the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, everything is wrong.

perhaps--

Maybe he is just dissatisfied that the emperor is calm and firm and can become a generation of Mingjun, but he easily indulges in beauty;

Maybe he just felt sorry for his young brother who didn't know what to do, and he was willing to degenerate into a male favorite;

One is the king and the other is the younger brother. They cannot be separated from each other, and they cannot be parted from each other.

There are so many worries and worries, and the clamor in my heart is [-]% not going well.

Maybe so.

Yu Qing'an reached out and pushed the window open.

At the beginning of March, spring appears, the bird's feet are green, and the dead silence of the winter is swept away.

Really...is that so?

Yu Qing'an lowered his eyelids, smelling the elegant and light smell of soil and trees.

But he can't see through the heart that is separated from his own chest.

The author has something to say:

_(:з」∠)_I want to speed up the tempo

It was originally changed to Xuanbei's seventh year in office and the third year when he met Yu Zijin

Then after the new year is now the fourth year

There are still many years to come, so hurry up and speed up the pace!