In the early frost of this year, bad news came from the palace that the queen of the palace was suffering from a serious illness.

In October of the 20th year of Yuanping, the queen finally passed away in Kunning Palace, using medicine instead of medicine.

The mourning ceremony was held, the obituary was announced to the whole world, and the whole country mourned.

The sudden death of the Queen inevitably led to some speculations, and conspiracy theories such as "making way for the Imperial Concubine" were rampant.

Changle Palace, Zhu Jing dropped his pen.

"This is the first batch of rumors and troublemakers arrested today?"

"Back to the Holy Spirit, it's the third batch."

Zhu Jing's face was covered with frost: "I don't know whether to live or die."

Fluttering his sleeves and leaving the Imperial Case, he paced back and forth in the palace with cold eyes, relieving the violence that rose repeatedly in his chest.

He couldn't bear to hear even half a word said by others about her, it felt harsh and abnormal, it was like poking his lungs, making him uncomfortable and irritable.

After pacing for a long time, I suppressed the fire in my chest.

After he regained some sense, he issued an order: "Summon all the officials to Daliang Gate, and the medical certificate of Zhonggong will be read out by the judge of the Imperial Medical Department, and all the officials will be informed of the world. Anyone who dares to criticize and gossip will definitely be hiding something."

If you have bad intentions, I will punish you severely."

After saying this in a cold voice, he glanced coldly at the censorship office, where the eulogy he just started was laid out on the case.

"Write for me and finish the eulogy."

"Slave takes orders."

Zhu Jing opened the felt curtain and went into bed, and immediately a warm feeling hit his face.

Like ice meeting the spring light, the lingering chill in your body immediately melts away without a trace.

The earth dragon had risen early in the hall, and it was so warm that his whole body couldn't help but relax. When he raised his eyes, he could see the woman on the warm couch wearing palace clothes and writing with downcast eyes on the other side through the bead curtain.

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She was writing the second book with such concentration that her eyes never left the paper, but she was still distracted. She stretched out her other hand to hug the child who was leaning next to her, and gently patted her from time to time.

Zhu Jing couldn't help but slow down his steps.

When he came closer, Wen Yinfang noticed that he was coming. Just when she was about to open her mouth, she saw him making a silence gesture.

He leaned over and picked up Ashen, whose head was already drifting into sleep little by little. Zhu Jing's eyes directed the palace servants to come closer and take the child to the next room to put him to sleep.

Waiting for this moment, he lifted up his robe and sat down next to her.

Wen Yin looked at his expression and smiled: "I just heard that the Holy Father made a fire in the outer hall. Is your anger still there?"

When Zhu Jing heard this, he sneered: "It's a joke. It's not me who is being criticized and slandered. Why am I so angry?"

Wen Yin dipped her pen in ink and lowered her eyes to write intently: "That's right. Anyway, I didn't smell the smell of gunpowder that was about to reach the sky."

Zhu Jing glanced at her, then took the longan in the fruit plate and peeled it.

"If I had known this, it would be better to just take the seat."

His words were smooth and steady, and she couldn't hear the emotions behind him, but she knew that he really had a thought in his mind.

"The Queen did nothing wrong, so why add another life." She lowered her pen tip, crossed out the wrong word, and whispered softly, "The Holy One can't add sin to me, I still want to accumulate merit."

Zhu Jing snorted: "What are you doing by accumulating merit? Are you still trying to become an immortal?"

Wen Yin glanced at him, half-smiling but not smiling: "How can you know if it works if you don't try?"

Her beautiful eyes were flowing, and her lively and charming appearance was reflected in his deep phoenix eyes.

Peeling off the skin of the longan with his fingertips, he handed the crystal clear flesh to her lips. The moment her red lips held the tender white flesh, he suddenly grasped the back of her neck with his palm, causing her whole body to suddenly collapse.

When they separated, she was still breathing, and while he was biting the pulp with his eyes lowered, he picked up another longan and peeled it off.

Wen Yin poked him with the tip of her pen and said in a bad tone: "Look, my hard work for the most part is wasted."

Zhu Jing slowly glanced over, but saw that the several pieces of paper full of words on the case were swept away by the heavy ink marks. Probably because of his unprepared action just now, she swung the pen in a panic, and the thick ink marks were swept away. The tip of the ink pen scratched randomly on the paper.

"Don't be angry, I will just copy it for you."

After saying that, he stuffed the fruit pulp into her mouth. When he saw her face turned away and tried to dodge, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Don't worry, I'm not repeating the same trick, I'm really giving it to you this time."

The palace officials brought another pile of paper and carefully laid it on the Kang table.

Zhu Jing rolled up his sleeves after cleaning his hands, picked up a pen and dipped it in the inkstone, and then dropped the paper with a swipe.

The words on the paper are strong and powerful, with iron hooks and silver hooks, which penetrate the back of the paper. They are different from the graceful and delicate characters on the old paper. The pen tip falls quickly, smoothly and without interruption.

Wen Yin held the longan and ate it slowly, putting one into his mouth from time to time.

Zhu Jing bit the longan and frowned slightly, dipped it in ink and continued to write without raising his head, "It's a little too sweet, just eat it, don't give it to me anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, another one was stuffed in his mouth.

The tip of the pen shook slightly and almost fell into the wrong place.

He laughed helplessly and sighed secretly in his heart, the little girl holds a grudge.

The incense in the bedroom is elegant and pleasant, and the quiet atmosphere exudes a touch of warmth.

After a while, one copy was completed.

After turning the next page and just about to pick up the pen to copy the second page, Zhu Jing suddenly stopped writing.

"What's wrong?"

Qingrun's questioning voice rang out from the side. Zhu Jing came back to his senses and wrote down as if nothing had happened.

"Nothing, just reading these little stories is interesting." His eyes fell on the words under the pen, "Are they all written for Ashen?"

"If you don't give it to him, who else can you give it to? No matter how smart and sensible he is, he is still a child. Learning at this age is better supplemented by stories. It is better to teach through entertainment than boring teaching."

"These little stories are novel and interesting. Where did you hear them?"

"Some of them have long forgotten where they came from, and some are just imagining things." She explained that her younger brother was naughty in the past, and she racked her brains to coax him, so she got into the habit of imagining things.

Zhu Jing said no more, but looked at the old paper frequently and paused a lot.

What he didn't tell her was that he had heard some of these stories before.

It was the emperor's teacher, Wen Shoufu, who taught him in the past, who rewarded him when he did well in his homework.

turn out to be……

It turned out that very early on, there were these inextricable connections between him and her.

"Ayin."

Wen Yin looked at him and heard him calling her behind her, seeming to whisper something.

She didn't hear clearly, so she leaned towards him and asked him what he said.

"A Yin." He suddenly stretched out his hand, put his strong palm on the back of her hand, and grasped the package, as if trying to wrap up the fine sand in his palm. His voice was low and deep, "I can give you everything. Gave it."

This is a very meaningless statement.

He didn't even look at her when he said this.

After he finished speaking, he didn't seem to need her reply. He squeezed her hand tightly and then let go.

When Wen Yin regained consciousness and looked up, what she saw was his back with his eyes lowered and writing.

In Yizhou, far away from the bustling capital city, there is a tavern at the entrance of a long street.

"Lady boss, I'll buy you two taels of wine."

"Okay, sir, wait a moment."

In front of the counter, a woman wrapped in a blue cloth was busy. Although she was not very familiar with it, she was very careful in buying wine for the guests.

Although this tavern was newly opened, business was very good, with customers coming and going constantly. It wasn't until dark that the shop was closed.

"Your Majesty... Madam, it's getting late, let's go back and rest soon."

The woman being addressed was none other than the queen who passed away not long ago.

After she came out of the palace, she was arranged to move to Yizhou. Leaving the palace was not without cost. From then on, she had to remain anonymous. She could not remember her past and could not return to her hometown. She had to spend the rest of her life in this foreign land.

Do you regret it?

She couldn't explain how she could easily decide whether such a decision was right or wrong.

She couldn't help but look towards the capital, feeling lost.

After being lost for a long time, she looked back at the tavern behind her.

In the past, her biggest dream was to learn the craftsmanship of her grandfather's family and save money to open a tavern with her future husband. However, due to a twist of fate, she was selected into the palace and became the high-ranking queen of the middle palace.

At that time, she was so overjoyed that she couldn't believe that the huge pie had hit her. After entering the palace, she saw such a dignified and extraordinary man, and she couldn't believe that she would be so lucky.

She breathed out and suddenly smiled.

After going round and round, she realized her childhood dream and opened a tavern.

Half life of glory and half life of dream.
To be continued...