Murong Yingluo was very happy for Zhen'er. She specially selected a box of exquisite jewelry and sent it to Zhen'er's room as a token of her gratitude. She also ordered the housekeeper to send the two people's birthdays to get married, and choose a good and auspicious day for them.
The two got married.
He also ordered people to bring Zhen'er's mother and daughter into the palace together. After preparing everything, she just returned to the room. She never looked at what gift the queen gave her.
Opening the exquisitely carved red lacquered wood brocade box, there was actually a pair of shadow puppets in the box. The corners of his lips turned bitter as he thought of those days.
Si Wushang returned from the palace and saw Yingluo holding a pair of shadow puppets in her hands, lost in thought, "Luo'er, why are you unhappy?"
Yingluo hurriedly regained her composure, "Your Majesty, what happened to the Emperor?"
"Everything went well. Gongyichu and General Murong have returned to Murong's mansion."
"It's great. It's a double happiness today."
Si Wushang hasn't met Yang Bupo yet and doesn't know about his marriage to Zhen'er. "Is there any other happy event? Could it be..."
Yingluo knew that King Zheng had misunderstood that she was pregnant. They had always wanted a child, but unfortunately there had been no news about the wedding for several months. "It was Yang Huwei who asked the emperor to grant the marriage and sent a betrothal gift. Yingluo had already ordered the housekeeper to take care of the two.
The person's birth date and horoscope are sent to the couple for marriage, and a date is chosen to consummate the marriage. Zhen'er's family has been brought to the house for reunion."
Zhen'er's family moved into the palace, but they only had two more sets of dishes and chopsticks, so he didn't mind. Although Yang Bupo was a member of the emperor and had been with him for many years, he and Zhen'er were happily married to each other, so he was naturally happy.
"But it is a happy event! The palace has not been so lively for a long time."
"There is another strange thing. The emperor said that Puyang Yingluo had merit this time, and specially ordered the empress to send her a reward. It is this shadow puppet in her hand." He immediately handed over the bright yellow post in his hand.
Si Wushang frowned. The shadow puppets were like two puppets. He originally doubted the emperor's intentions, but this thing was prepared by the queen. He remembered that when he just walked in, Yingluo was fascinated by the shadow puppets.
"Luo'er, what's the story behind this shadow puppet?"
Yingluo's thoughts seemed to have returned to the past, "There is no allusion, it's just a small incident in childhood, so don't mention it."
Si Wushang really wanted to know about her childhood situation, otherwise she wouldn't care so much, "You might as well tell her and listen."
Yingluo didn't want to talk at first, but when he asked, she remembered that year, the snow was flying all over the sky and the weather was bitingly cold.
"I was five years old and ignorant, and I liked to follow my sister very much. I remember that for my father's birthday that year, he invited a theater troupe to come to the house to perform. I really liked the shadow puppets in the hands of the craftsmen, so I asked my father for them.
It was the first time in my memory that I received a gift from my father. However, my sister cut the pair of shadow puppets into pieces with scissors and threw them into the stove. Since then, my sister has made things difficult for them everywhere."
Si Wushang frowned, Yingluo was five years old and Murong Jinxin was only a nine-year-old child, yet she was so jealous, "Are you just going to endure it silently like that?"
"Actually, I don't blame her. At that time, my mother took away the position of aunt. Of course, my sister was afraid that I would take away her love. Now that I see her returning the shadow puppet completely, I know that she was only a nine-year-old child at that time.
I feel guilty too.”
Si Wushang leaned her body in his arms and could imagine how hard her childhood was.
Although he has been tortured by illness since childhood, at least he still has the love and brotherhood of his father.
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't remind you of those things. From now on, I will be by your side to love you and I will never let you be wronged again."
Yingluo was not unhappy as she leaned in his arms, and the two sisters finally felt relieved.
"Your Majesty, we must prepare a lively wedding for Zhen'er and Bupo."
"I'm afraid I don't have time to take care of these trivial matters. The Emperor has received news that the ancient Wu Kingdom is likely to choose to fight on land and water at the same time. Naval warfare has always been the weakness of the Cheng Han Dynasty. The Emperor is worried and ordered me to supervise the casting of weapons. Later,
We will have to leave the capital and go to southern Xinjiang someday."
"Nanjiang! What are you going to do?"
"Go and form an army that is good at naval warfare. I will take you and Bupo there. This matter will be kept secret for the time being and cannot be spread out."
Since they are going to southern Xinjiang, Zhen'er and Bupo need to prepare for their wedding as soon as possible, and they also need to go back to the general's mansion to see their mother.
"Your Majesty, Yingluo wants to go back to the General's Mansion tomorrow."
The next morning, King Zheng went to the Arms Supervisor. Yingluo accompanied Zhen'er to choose the style of her wedding dress, and then went to the general's mansion. Her father was imprisoned, so she could go see her mother and aunt. The aunt learned about the parent-child relationship.
He must be happy to be by his side. Now that the Murong family has a successor, his father is always comforting him.
The carriage stopped at the General's Mansion. Yingluo got out of the carriage and inquired about her mother's current situation, and learned that her mother was ill.
He ran straight in without anyone announcing anything, but saw that Yang's face was ugly and she had a forehead band on her head, "Mother, how is mother's health?"
Mrs. Yang was very angry. When she saw her daughter coming, she had hoped that if she could have a son in her old age, she would be able to consolidate her position as the head wife. Who would have thought that Gongyichu was actually the master's biological son.
Now the eldest lady Xianyu turned over and taught her how not to be angry and resentful. She propped up her sick body and stretched out her hand to hit her, "You damn girl, why did you bring that Gongyichu back? Now Dafang has gained the upper hand.
, where is the place for me to stand?"
Yingluo felt aggrieved and her eyes were red. When she saw her mother was ill, she tried to persuade her: "Mom, aunt, she is not that kind of person."
Mrs. Yang heard Yingluo talk about the eldest wife. Her daughter had treated her eldest daughter more than her own mother since she was a child, "Damn girl! If you dare to see that woman, I will die for you!"
Yingluo originally wanted to see her mother before going to see her aunt, but when she saw her mother was messing around again, she said, "Okay, my daughter won't go."
After hearing her daughter's promise, Ms. Yang fell weakly on the couch and gasped. Yingluo stroked her heart gently, "As long as my mother is healthy, my daughter will obey her mother."
After a long time, Ms. Yang finally regained her breath and calmed down, "You damn girl, if you and Prince Zheng have a child, my mother won't worry anymore."
Every time she comes, the mother reminds her about her child, "Mom, you can't rush things like that. My daughter's body hasn't been nursed back to health yet."
The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is! Yang took out a pamphlet from under the pillow and handed it over, "You crawled out of my belly. I don't understand your temper yet. You don't have any of the methods I told you in the past."
Take this booklet to your heart, take it back and follow it."
The moonlight outside the window was charming, and the night was deep. The glass lamps in the room illuminated the room brightly. King Zheng was immersed in sketching and drawing beside the desk. He was designing weapons.
Yingluo held a booklet in her hand, marking the equipment needed for the wedding.
The glimmer of light in the corner of her eyes looked at Prince Zheng from time to time. She and Prince Zheng had always been in love since their wedding and wanted to have a child for him, but there was no movement in her belly.
King Zheng has taken over the emperor's task, and he is afraid that he will be very busy in the future. Seeing that King Zheng is busy, do you think he should go to the throne himself?
King Zheng inadvertently raised his head and saw Yingluo looking at him. Yingluo saw that he hurriedly averted his eyes. She must have something to say.
"Luo'er, if you have anything to say, just say it."
"No, no!" Fei Yun crept onto her face and felt a little hot. She had never taken the initiative to mention that kind of thing. "It's getting late, so Yingluo goes to bed first."
Yingluo hurriedly put down the book in her hand, ran to the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover her body.
Si Wushang put down the drawings in his hands and walked toward the bed. Seeing Yingluo's face turning red, he stretched out his hand and touched her forehead lightly, "Well, it's a bit hot."
Yingluo hurriedly pushed his hand away and turned her back to him, not wanting her to see her embarrassment.
Si Wushang was not a three-year-old child, so he cursed in his heart: "Is she being shy?"
His eyes saw a corner of the pamphlet exposed under the porcelain pillow, and he gently picked up the booklet, which recorded the secret technique of giving birth to a child. The corners of his lips slightly raised in a perfect arc. He had always wanted two children.
He stretched out his hand and pulled down the curtain, bowed his head and said in his ear: "Luo'er, we are husband and wife, there are things that we cannot say out loud."