Chapter 145 See you in the dark corridor
byChapter 145 See you in the dark corridor
Hearing this question, Fu Changxi, who had already softened his expression, frowned unconsciously.
Even the hands that rubbed people's stomachs froze.
Resting on his shoulder, Zhen Tingyun, who was drowsy, also noticed his strangeness, opened his eyes, turned to look at him, and asked, "What's the matter?"
With Fu Changxi's reaction, Zhen Tingyun was a little anxious without realizing it, and subconsciously he had to break free from the person's arms. However, Fu Changxi's action was faster than her reaction, he immediately pressed her back into his arms, and said, "It's nothing, don't worry too much."
Zhen Tingyun's eyes widened, Xingmei stared at him, obviously not believing what he said.
Fu Changxi was obviously not in a good mood, his chin was tensed, and there was no expression on his face. But he still turned the subject bluntly: "Tingyun, have you ever thought about how many children we will have in the future, son or daughter?"
Zhen Tingyun, what the hell is this problem? !
Zhen Tingyun couldn't sit still a little bit. He braced his body and reached out to probe Fu Changxi's forehead. He asked suspiciously, "Are you..." Are you sick? !
A trace of unease flashed across Fu Changxi's face, and he quickly grabbed her plain hand that was touching his forehead, folded it and held it in his palm.
Then he explained in a deep voice: "Nian Jia said that since Emperor Xiaozong, the royal heirs have been extremely difficult. There are several children under Emperor Xiaozong's knees, and only I and King Yan have survived to this day. The first emperor also only had an only son. Nian Jia, he is also worried that he is not in good health and will have difficulties in the future. Therefore, he hopes to get a promise from me."
Zhen Tingyun didn't know whether Fu Nianjia in the dream gave birth to a son or not, but when he heard Fu Changxi's remarks, he had a bad premonition in his heart, turned to look at Fu Changxi, gritted his teeth and asked, "What promise? "
Fu Changxi did not respond immediately, but tentatively stretched out his hand to hug Zhen Tingyun's shoulder.
Zhen Tingyun snorted and pushed his hand away with his shoulder.
Fu Changxi had no choice but to withdraw his hand, rubbed the tip of his nose, and said softly, "He hopes I can promise him that if he has no children after he ascends the throne, I can choose a direct son to send to the capital, and he will raise him to inherit the throne."
Zhen Tingyun pick one? The heir? "
Fu Changxi looked at her silently, then nodded.
Zhen Tingyun looked at Fu Changxi in disbelief and confirmed, "You agreed?"
Fu Changxi still nodded, his expression as calm as usual.
Zhen Tingyun was also silent. After a long while, she suddenly reached out, grabbed the sapphire blue throw pillow beside her, and smashed it hard on Fu Changxi.
She was about to be so angry that Fu Changxi couldn't speak, and her words were incoherent: "You only have the furry litter in the northern Xinjiang, where can you give him a son? What if there was only one son? If there was only a daughter What? You're a father like this—you sent people out before your son and daughter came out?!"
However, Fu Changxi said: "If Nianjia has no heirs, when it comes to relatives, it is indeed our child that is the most suitable. In this case, it is also a good thing for the child to be sent to the capital and be brought up by Nianjia. Zhen Tingyun also knows that. It makes sense, but there is still an indescribable anger that puffs up her cheeks, and asks back, "How can you be sure that Fu Nianjia must have no children? "
"If he has heirs, then this agreement will naturally not count."
Even at this moment, Fu Changxi's tone was still rational and calm.
Somehow, in his quiet statement, Zhen Tingyun's fierce emotions have calmed down a little.
Fu Changxi looked at her expression, and continued: "Besides, there will be a national mourning after the collapse of the mountain, and the child's matter is not very real. Zhen Tingyun also knows that Fu Changxi's words are very reasonable. The reason - after all, the two of them haven't consummated yet, so naturally there is nothing to do with children. Moreover, if Fu Nianjia has his own children, the things Fu Changxi told him will naturally be innumerable.
However, she was just unspeakably angry, she simply turned her back, pointed her butt to the person, and ignored Fu Changxi who was behind her.
Fu Changxi sighed, stretched out his arms and embraced her from behind, and asked with ears, "It's getting late, I'll take you to take a bath?"
Zhen Tingyun turned his head away from him: "No need for you!"
Seeing Fu Changxi's calm attitude, as always, she became even more angry. Her cheeks were flushed with anger, and she puffed up her cheeks and said, "I'll go by myself! Could it be that without you, I can still be drowned in water?"
Hearing this, Fu Changxi paused very cautiously, first carefully looked at her puffy face, and then sighed with a smile: "You really can't drown."
After a pause, he added: "After all, puffer fish can know water."
Zhen Tingyun
I'm so angry, can't even fight a quarrel!
In the end, Zhen Tingyun still hadn't quarreled with Fu Changxi, but was carried to the clean room by someone, and the two of them made their own hands and wiped it.
When was halfway through the scrub, was going to quarrel again, and almost kicked the tub full of water over when was talking.
That's why, when the two of them were lying down together on the couch after scrubbing, Zhen Tingyun couldn't help but feel tired, and he felt sleepy when his head was next to the pillow.
It was at this moment that Fu Changxi came over from the pillow again.
His slightly wet black hair fell down, like a long dark river, flowing silently. On the other hand, his bedclothes carried the faint scent of ambergris, like an undercurrent in the air, which was heavily pressed up.
He propped up half of his body with his hands, attached it to Zhen Tingyun's ear, comforted her in a low voice, and said, "Don't be angry, it's a rare Chinese Valentine's Day, do you really want to go to bed with a stomach full of anger?" Zhen Tingyun ignored him , closed his eyes and buried his head in the pillow, revealing only a small half of his cheek, as white and smooth as a peeled egg.
Seeing that she was still sulking, Fu Changxi sighed, and had to come up and kiss her cheek again, coaxing softly: "No anger, he paused for a while, he pursed his lips, and in the end he still took the initiative to lower his head: "This is The answer is that I am not good, I should not have agreed to such a thing directly without discussing it with you. Next time there is such a thing, I must tell you first, you nod before I agree. "
Only then did Zhen Tingyun feel better, and hummed softly.
That's what it meant to let him go.
Fu Changxi was finally relieved, and he also lay down.
Probably because of a fight before going to bed, or because the bed in the palace was uncomfortable, Zhen Tingyun woke up suddenly when he slept in the middle of the night. In a daze, she stretched out her hand and fished it to the side. She wanted to grab Fu Changxi's arm and hold it to sleep for a while, but after chatting for a long time, she didn't find her arm, and only found the quilt that was still warm.
As if a handful of snow was poured on the top of his hair, Zhen Tingyun's whole body was frozen sober. She opened her eyes, turned her head to look, and saw that there was no one on the other side of the bed.
Zhen Tingyun hugged the quilt and turned over, and wanted to bite the quilt: If this is in the book of rumors, it is a sign that a man is suffering from chicken ordeal in the middle of the night and sneaks to find his concubine!
Thinking about it now, when Fu Changxi returned from the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace Banquet, Fu Changxi coaxed her with the phrase "cutting socks and walking on the incense steps, and carrying golden shoes", but the song "Bodhisattva Man: Flowers, Bright Moon, Dark Cage and Light Mist" was not written exactly. The scene when Li Yu and Xiao Zhouhou had a rendezvous while Da Zhouhou was seriously ill?
Thinking about it this way, this poem is so unlucky!
In the dead of night, Zhen Tingyun was lying on the bed alone, thinking about it for a while, but still couldn't hold back, got up and got off the couch, put on his coat, put on the embroidered shoes by the bed, and pushed the door out of the hall.
There are also glazed lamps hanging under the corridor outside the hall, and the lights are brighter than the moonlight in the courtyard, and the whole front is like daylight.
Zhen Tingyun looked at these glazed lanterns, and couldn't help but think of those lanterns she and Fu Changxi had seen on Qixi Festival last year, and her heart softened because of anger. Just as she was looking around, wondering if she was going to call someone over, she suddenly heard a very soft and familiar male voice——
"Stop the cloud."
Zhen Tingyun turned his head when he heard the sound, but he saw Fu Nianjia.
He walked down the corridor, still wearing a purple robe and a golden crown, with a straight posture and a solemn and solemn figure, not even a single fold at the corners of the cuffs and robes.
Zhen Tingyun had reason to suspect: this person may not have washed up, changed clothes, or slept!
Thinking about the bullshit agreement between him and Fu Changxi, Zhen Tingyun was also a little angry when he was facing people, and retorted: "You should call me aunt!"
This is quite provocative.
However, Fu Nianjia laughed in anger, and her indifferent face became much softer because of this. She smiled and said, "It seems that what I said to Uncle Huang, Uncle Huang told you?!"
Zhen Tingyun glanced at him, but did not respond, which was equivalent to acquiescence.
Fu Changxi shook his head unconsciously, and said to himself: "Yes, Uncle Huang is always upright, and this matter has to do with you. I won't hide it from you. Zhen Tingyun sees that he has no shame and can't help saying: "You are still old now. Light, how can you think so far, how can you decide that you have no children? Still have to hold him to promise what? "
Fu Nianjia turned to look at her, her eyes were thick and long, her pupils were black, and her eyes were deep.
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still responded: "Tingyun, you should know that I am not the same as others."
There is no end to this word.
Zhen Tingyun subconsciously wanted to laugh at him back, "Why is it different, do you have two heads or three hands?", but when the words came to his mouth, he reacted: Fu Nianjia is indeed different from others!
If Zhen Tingyun just remembered a vague dream, then Fu Nianjia just remembered this in the first two lives, and Zhen Tingyun looked at Fu Nianjia with some probing eyes. She looked up at Fu Nianjia and said tentatively, "You mean?"
Fu Nianjia turned her head slightly and looked up at the natural bright moon.
The lines of his profile are slightly softer under the moon, but his expression is cold, and his voice is like a clear spring, cool: "I told you that I have missed it twice, including this time, a total of It's three times. Stop the cloud, I can get two more chances than others, naturally it comes at a price."
Zhen Tingyun didn't care to pursue him and didn't care about his "aunt", but just asked, "What price?"
Fu Nianjia smiled at her, and there was no trace of gloom and indifference in that smile.
It was like the night of the Qixi Festival, the bright moon that swept away the dark clouds and illuminated the entire palace garden.
"It's nothing." He lowered his eyes, responded casually, and then added, "In short, I won't have any more children."
When he woke up the next day, Zhen Tingyun couldn't remember what he said to Fu Nianjia after he got the answer. He also forgot how he finally said goodbye to Fu Nianjia and how he went back to the couch and fell asleep again.
When she woke up, it was like a trace of dew in the morning light.
The morning light outside the window is as clear as water, passing through the screen window, penetrating the curtain, and gently falling on the pillow.
For a moment, Zhen Tingyun only felt that the words she and Fu Nianjia said last night were as light as a dream.
However, Zhen Tingyun knew in his heart that it was not a dream. Fu Nianjia did pay the price to make up for Zeng Jin's regret, but his luck was always a little worse. He missed Zhen Tingyun again and again, but he felt a little uncomfortable for no reason. He was lying in Fu Changxi's arms.
Zhen Tingyun tried to earn some money on the side.
It was quickly pulled back.
Fu Changxi took her into his arms, still closed his eyes, gently pressed his chin with firm lines against the top of her hair, and said in a low voice, "Sleep a little longer."
Zhen Tingyun was a little irritable and struggled hard: "I don't want to sleep!"
He seemed to sense her firm attitude, and the arm that had been holding her tightly, like an iron cast, slowly loosened.
Zhen Tingyun grabbed the quilt and moved to the other side of the pillow.
Fu Changxi opened his eyes, looked at her expression, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhen Tingyun naturally knew that it was abnormal for him to lose his temper when he woke up this morning. But she didn't want to tell her last night's conversation with Fu Nianjia, she hesitated for a while, and simply asked, "Where did you go last night?"
Her eyes fell on Fu Nianjia's cheek, which was hotter than the morning light folded in outside the window.
Fu Changxi subconsciously pressed his forehead to avoid her scorching gaze, and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Zhen Tingyun said casually: "Yeah, I woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly found that half of the space around me was empty. Of course I didn't sleep well."
Fu Changxi was blocked by her words, but he didn't hide it in the end, and whispered to her: "Last night, Song Yuan's trial came up with some results, and the matter is very important, so I went to Zhen Ting Yunyuan in person. Is to ask a question, to divert attention.
But when I heard this, I couldn't help but feel a little curious - the news that could make Fu Changxi get up from the couch in the middle of the night must be very important, and it must be what Fu Changxi said "the matter is very important".
Zhen Tingyun hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"
Fu Changxi's thin lips moved slightly, just as he was about to speak, when his brows frowned, he hurriedly raised his hand and pulled the quilt over Zhen Tingyun's body, which was considered to protect Zhen Tingyun's slightly exposed neckline.
Immediately afterwards, the door of the palace was pushed open from the outside, followed by the hurried footsteps of the palace servants: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, your Majesty, Fu Changxi had already heard the other's hasty footsteps. expected.
He has been in the northern Xinjiang for many years, and don't know how many emergency military situations he has experienced. Lifting the quilt, getting out of bed, dressing, putting on boots... Such a series of actions can be called smooth and fast.
After a while, he had already made himself look like a man, and he was able to go out.
However, before going out, Fu Changxi still turned around and warned Zhen Tingyun: "I'll go to Qianyuan Palace first, don't worry, take your time. Even so, Zhen Tingyun didn't dare to really "take your time" , then lifted the quilt and got off the couch, quickly changed her clothes, and only pulled a bun, so she hurried to catch up. However, even though she was in such a hurry, she still didn't catch up.
She trotted to the main hall of Qianyuan Palace just now, and saw a eunuch pushing open the carved wooden door from inside.
The eunuch's voice was sharp and clear, and when he raised his voice, everyone in front of the hall heard it.
He said, "His Majesty's funeral."
Zhen Tingyun only had time to cross the threshold to go in, and there was a burst of crying in the hall.
The eunuchs from the left and right palaces were all kneeling on the ground and weeping bitterly; in the center were King Yan and King Yan's heir Fu Nianjia kneeling beside the dragon couch with their heads and weeping; Sun Shoufu, Pei Ge Lao and others were kneeling behind Fu Nianjia, of weeping.
For a time, the room was full of mourning, and everyone was crying, and the cry was about to shake the sky.
Only Fu Changxi stood on one side. Seeing Zhen Tingyun staggering in, he reached out to her, took her plain white and soft palm, and pulled her to his side.
Immediately, Zhen Tingyun heard Fu Changxi's sigh.
Also sad.
After that, a heavy bell rang through the entire palace city—nine times, it was the emperor's mourning.
The people who had not had time to recover from the charming laughter of the Qixi Festival yesterday were also alarmed by the bell tolls again and again, and they changed their brightly colored clothes and objects in panic, and the whole capital fell silent.
The little emperor went so suddenly, almost no one thought of it.
However, fortunately, Fu Changxi and the cabinet had already negotiated the candidate for the crown prince in advance, and the little emperor nodded. Even if it happened suddenly, the cabinet will soon be able to come up with the decree that was urgently drafted last night and stamped with a jade seal: "I am dying, and the eldest son of the king of Yan has not been established. He has grown up, is virtuous, benevolent and filial, and should be established in the order of ethics. He has followed the text of Zu Xun, brother and last brother, and reported it to the ancestral temple. Immediately after the emperor succeeds, he will be worshipped in the ancestral temple."
When this decree came out, although the court was surprised, he took it for granted: the late emperor only had one only son, the young emperor, so he could only be pushed up to the generation of the late emperor, and there were only two brothers in the late emperor’s generation, and it was Yan. Wang and Su Wang Fu Changxi. Because King Yan was a confused person known both inside and outside the court, Fu Changxi resigned from the throne again, and then pushed down, and it was reasonable that King Yan's eldest son Fu Nianjia would succeed him.
Originally, the cabinet also wanted to fight for the late emperor, and wanted to ask Fu Nianjia to join the big sect from the small sect, respect the orthodoxy, and adopt the name of the late emperor. It's just that the Regent and King Yan did not agree on this matter. In the end, they could only formulate a statement of "succession without succession". If there is a son in the future, the second son can also inherit the throne of King Yan's mansion...
As long as Zhen Tingyun remembered the sentence "I won't have any more children" that Fu Nianjia said to her while standing under the porch, he really didn't know how the throne and Prince Yan's mansion would be passed on in the future.
Of course, this is all in the future, and it's no longer a concern at the moment.
Fu Nianjia succeeded to the throne in Lingqian, and after that, he held the throne for 27 days. Finally, according to the grand ceremony prepared by the Ministry of Rites, the little emperor's coffin was sent to the imperial mausoleum-because the former emperor had only left soon, the little emperor had not taken the throne for a few years. , The imperial mausoleum has not yet been repaired, and it has to be buried next to the late emperor. Thinking that the little emperor misses the late emperor so much, and now the father and son are reunited, it may not be a happy event.
Instead, the position of Empress Dowager Zheng was moved away.
Because of the sudden departure of the emperor, he cried both inside and outside the old emperor and worshipped the new emperor. After so many days, I almost cried dizzy. For a time, I couldn't care about the Queen Mother Zheng who lived in the Nangong for these days and then had an "accident." The queen mother who passed away. As for Zheng Cifu, who "died from illness" at this juncture, few people would care.
Even women's schools have been suspended for two months because of this.
Zhen Tingyun didn't have time to see the red list of the joint entrance examination of the two schools - she is a princess after all, there is always a lot of things to do at this time, and she is so busy that she almost can't breathe.
After finally getting through this busiest month, Yang Qionghua came to see her, and then she brought her the red list: "I know you don't have time to think about these things now, but you prepared so seriously before and took the exam seriously, I I thought I should bring it to show you."
Zhen Tingyun heard it and felt it was appropriate, and reached out to take it. At first glance, he saw the two names side by side at the top: Zhou Qingyun and Yang Qionghua.
It can only be said that these two people have never changed from beginning to end.
Yang Qionghua also noticed Zhen Tingyun's gaze, and couldn't help but sigh: "I heard that Princess Yan really liked Zhou Qingyun earlier, but she is just the prince, oh no, it should be called Your Majesty now, His Majesty he has not nodded, and It's been delayed until now... Now, Princess Yan doesn't mention this anymore - Zhou Qingyun's temper, being a Princess Yan is already reluctant, and she must be a bad queen."
Zhen Tingyun shook his head: "Blessed by misfortune, and by misfortune, it may be a good thing for Zhou Qingyun."
According to Zhen Ting Yundu Fu Nianjia's understanding, Fu Nianjia has been dragging on this matter, not necessarily because of Zhou Qingyun's consideration - they are not suitable in every way, if they are together, it will be a mistake for Zhou Qingyun.
Although Yang Qionghua often said that he wanted to pass Zhou Qingyun's exam, in fact, he still cherished each other after all these years. Therefore, she thought about it at this time, and couldn't help but nodded: "Yes, a person like her is not someone who can compete with others. She should find a like-minded husband, or learn to be famous like Madam Chu. , as a teacher in a women's school, quietly doing academic work and teaching students about Zhou Qingyun, Yang Qionghua also told Zhen Tingyun about his wedding date, which is rare and a little embarrassed: "After all, a national mourning, 'everyone has a noble family's family'. "No banquets and music for one year, and common people are not allowed to get married in March." Princess Huiguo thought it would be better to avoid this year, and went to Qin Tianjian to watch a few good days. This is set for September 18 next year, which is really the best news Zhen Tingyun has heard during this period of time.
Zhen Tingyun was very happy for Yang Qionghua, he couldn't help holding her hand and said with a smile, "Congratulations, congratulations."
Yang Qionghua's face was a little hot, and he was still stubborn: "Just like Rong Ziming, what's the joy!"
Zhen Tingyun: "You're blushing, and you're going to die!"
Yang Qionghua was so angry that he reached out to pinch her: "You are already married, why are you still such a glib!"
The two rarely saw each other, chatting and laughing, until the evening, Zhen Tingyun left people for dinner, and then sent them back in person.
In the evening, Zhen Tingyun leaned into Fu Changxi's arms and told these things one by one.
Although it was all trivial matters, Fu Changxi listened very seriously.
Zhen Tingyun felt sleepy as he spoke, yawned, and was about to close his eyes when he heard Fu Changxi's hesitant voice——
"Tingyun, I may have to go back to Northern Xinjiang."
Zhen Tingyun was sleepy, still closed his eyes, and only answered vaguely: "When? How long? I have to pack my things, and I have to... um, I have to say something to my grandmother and Fu Changxi caressing her. The fingers on the temples froze, and then he said: "No need to clean up, this time I'm going back, you stay in the capital. "
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