Yan Xi and Nalan Lianyue looked at each other, confusion flashing in their eyes: "What was so special about that day?"
"That day happens to be the day when the old man left behind by Tianyimen transcends the tribulation and ascends to heaven! I hold a wedding on that day, and Tianyimen will not be able to spare the time or manpower to destroy it!"
When the old man realized that the day of transcending the tribulation and ascending would be three months later, he was invited by Wen Renchong to stay at Tianyimen to transcend the tribulation. It had just been a month.
Two months later, it was the time for the old man to ascend and transcend the tribulation.
"The ninety-nine and eighty-one stages of the Immortal Tribulation lasted nine days, nine each day. Unless something went wrong in the middle, they would indeed have no time to separate within nine days." Yan Xi pondered, and finally made a decision, "Okay, two months.
It’s only two months. Your mother has been preparing for your dowry for many years. Although the Ministry of Rites is in a hurry, it is enough to send more people."
Yan Qing was exhaling: "Thank you, father and mother, for your support. My daughter is too willful and keeps causing trouble for you two!"
Nalan Lianyue looked at her angrily: "You are so alienated from your parents."
Rong Che thought that the concubine was the matchmaker between the two of them after all. Although the concubine had become more and more low-key in recent years and almost never appeared in public, she still needed to tell her about this matter, so she went to Rongan Palace.
The concubine's spirit was indeed not what it used to be, but she still received Rong Che.
"You are a rare visitor. Even if I have to crawl, I have to get up to see you." The concubine said with a smile. Even though she was in low spirits, her cheerful personality did not change at all.
Rong Che looked at her full head of silver hair and was filled with emotions.
"It's my son's fault that I haven't come to visit the concubine often these years."
"Okay, I'm not saying this to try to force you to admit your mistake. I'm just glad that you can come. I don't know anything. I see your suffering over the years, but I can't help you.
I'm busy!" The concubine was very kind to Rong Che.
Rong Che was not good at words, but he always kept the kindness of the concubine in his heart.
Even though the emperor cannot directly give the elixir of immortality to the concubine, the elixir of longevity can still be obtained.
"This is a thank you gift from Qing'er and I to the concubine. It's a thank you for your matchmaking." Rong Che handed over a delicate box.
"You are interested." The concubine smiled. At her age and with such knowledge, she would no longer be emotionally affected by ordinary gold and silver. However, this was Rong Che's intention, so she smiled and motioned to the palace maid to accept it.
"I will not disturb the concubine's rest. Qing'er and I have agreed to get married as soon as possible, and then we will treat the concubine to a wedding drink!" Rong Che said, cupping his hands.
"That's great. I have been waiting for this glass of wine for too long!" The concubine was really happy.
When Rong Che said goodbye and left, the concubine stared blankly at a sprig of sweet-scented osmanthus in the azure plum vase placed on the window sill.
Gospel looked at the concubine quietly for a while, then walked up and squeezed her shoulders slowly. Feeling that the concubine relaxed, he asked softly: "Why is the queen worried?"
The princess sighed deeply, turned her head to look at the gospel, leaned back, and said quietly: "Back then, she and the princess participated in the flower appreciation banquet of the palace... They were both as young as flowers, and their appearance was outstanding.
, with extraordinary magnanimity. Now one of them is a genius and is about to get married, but the other... has already passed away."
There was moisture in the eyes of the concubine. The woman with crooked eyebrows and eyes that made people fall in love with her at first sight, had spent her prime years in a pool of blood.
"The fate of the Crown Princess..." Thinking of the fate of the former Imperial Master, it was not just the Yan family who felt angry.
"How is that worried person doing now?" The concubine's expression turned cold.
"A few days ago, I gave money to the palace maid in order to deliver news, but I have been stopped. I have started a hunger strike again these days, and I don't know what else I can rely on." Gospel replied.
The concubine was asking about the current crown concubine, who was locked up by the prince because her mother-in-law's brother uttered arrogant words. She jumped up and down and made a fuss, forcing the prince to move her to a claustrophobic confinement.
"Rely on? What else can there be? It's just the emperor's eldest grandson." The concubine snorted disdainfully, "A dignified princess is so brainless and allows her family to do whatever they want. Even the emperor's eldest grandson will be retained in the future...
It’s too late for them!”
Gospel didn't dare to answer. The concubine closed her eyes and seemed to be asleep, and her breathing gradually became calmer.
After a while, she suddenly said: "Well, after taking care of them all these years, let me do the things that they can't do."
Gospel lowered his head and said: "Prince Xuan's wedding is coming soon, why not arrange it later?"
Smoke curled up from the incense burner, and in the quiet Rongan Palace, the concubine only said a soft "hmm" to such a "big event".
The prince left the palace in a hurry, because before Rong Che left the palace, he asked someone to send a message to the East Palace. The general meaning was that your little uncle I am going to get married. If you come here now, I can still see you, and we will get married later.
It will be inconvenient for you to come, and I will not enter the gate of your East Palace.
So the prince hurriedly ran to Prince Xuan's Mansion.
"Little Emperor!" The prince rushed in excitedly, not caring about Butler Liu's obstruction.
So when Rong Che, who was shirtless and changing clothes, looked over with a cold face, the prince froze.
Rong Che's face is indeed scary, but...
But the prince could not turn a blind eye and turn around to avoid it.
He stared closely at Rong Che's body, his eyes gradually turning red.
"Little uncle...you...you have suffered so many injuries!"
The prince felt very sad and distressed.
Rong Che has many wounds and scars on his body, some of which are life-threatening depending on their location!
"Where have the prince's etiquette gone!" Rong Che turned around displeased and put on his inner clothes.
"Whatever etiquette! Uncle Emperor, you are a prince! You don't have to go into battle, you don't have to charge forward, you... you at least know how to protect yourself!" The prince was used to being pampered, and he never did.
He had been to military camps and fought on the battlefield. Being assassinated was already the darkest and most dangerous moment in his life. He could not imagine what kind of danger a person with so many wounds would encounter.
"I am just a prince. Even my brother, your father, can lead the army and fight in person when the country is in danger! Doesn't the prince even have this consciousness?" Rong Che quickly put on his middle coat and was putting it on.
coat.
"But……"
"There is nothing wrong with it. On the battlefield, I am just a soldier. I have no sword and no eyes, but I don't know any status."
After putting on his crown and tying his hair, and tying his belt, Rong Che said calmly: "The prince came today to talk about this?"
"No." The prince was depressed, and he was worried. He wondered if it was because the little emperor's uncle had lost his mother since he was a child and had never met the late emperor before, so he was sent by his father to carry out such a dangerous mission.
"Come on, let's talk in the study." Rong Che dressed neatly and asked the prince to go out.
Rong Che's study is as tidy as it was many years ago. When the prince comes here, he feels as if he has been in another world. He has been here so many times when he was young...
"This place hasn't changed at all." The prince sighed.
"Prince," Rong Che suddenly said seriously, "I have something to say that I would rather not say out loud. If there is anything wrong, please forgive me, Prince."
"Little Emperor, please speak." The prince also became serious.
"Although I haven't had much contact with the prince in these years, we have only met a few times, but I found that the prince is always addicted to memories of the past. I think this is not good."
The prince was stunned and lowered his eyes, "Isn't this bad?"
Rong Che took a deep breath and said, "Not good!"
The prince looked at Rong Che with shock on his face.
"The prince has no time to catch a cold and be sad for the autumn. I, Feng Rong, have only gained a few years of peace by fighting in the south and north over the years. But prince, don't think that everything will be fine if everything is calm now. You are Feng Rong's future. If you keep dwelling on the past, you will not be able to do anything."
If you extricate yourself, how can you lead the courtiers to continue the glory created by our ancestors? Prince, it’s time to wake up!"
"Little Emperor, don't you think I am a qualified prince?"
"At present, no!" Rong Che said bluntly.
"The little emperor has so little confidence in me..." The prince laughed self-deprecatingly. He had always known that there were always discordant voices in the court regarding his ability and responsibility, but he thought that at least the little emperor understood.
his.
"Prince, make no mistake. What you need is the confidence of the courtiers and the confidence of the people in the world, not the king's."
"Little uncle..." The prince felt very painful inside.
"Prince, you have your responsibilities to shoulder. Don't use the deceased as an excuse to evade your responsibilities!"
"No, I didn't!" The prince's scar was uncovered and it was bloody. "But as soon as I closed my eyes, I could see Shuang'er lying in a pool of blood, and I saw her go from dying to lifeless..."
"You should let her feel at ease."
The prince lowered his head and thought deeply for a long time. The sadness in his eyes gradually disappeared and was replaced by perseverance.
"I understand." The prince knew that his position meant that he could not be devoted. This was not only for the sake of balancing the forces of all parties in the future, but also because being devoted would become his weakness!
Although Yan Shuangyu is dead, there are thousands of women in the world, and there is always one similar to her, whether in appearance or personality, which will always make his heart waver again.
"Fengrong's future and destiny must be shouldered by someone," Rong Che said.
The prince stood up and bowed deeply to Rong Che.
Rong Che accepted it happily.
The prince sat down again, and Rong Che asked, "Does the prince have anything else to do?"
The prince was stunned, thinking, didn't you ask me to come? I didn't even finish a cup of tea and just listened to you lecture me. Are you going to drive me away now?
"nothing……"
"Then Prince, please go back to the palace. Go and listen to the imperial brother more often and see how your father handles the affairs of the court." Rong Che said, remembering the royal brother's usual out-of-the-way temperament, he frowned vaguely and added
He finished: "Be more calm."
The prince pursed his lips, not daring to show his displeasure too obviously, and asked, "Is there anything else important, little uncle?"
He emphasized the word "important matters".
"Well, I'm going to the Grand Master's Mansion today to ask for an appointment!" Rong Che was in high spirits.
The prince said dullly: "Then...congratulations to the little emperor!"
"Yeah!" Rong Che smiled and nodded, then looked at the prince and raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"