Not far away, Du Ruhui and Xue Shou looked at each other and smiled.
They knew that their king didn't like this kind of trouble.
Several maids came in to give them more tea.
"When will Yuan Jing come back?" Li Zhiyun asked.
Xue Shou said: "Your Majesty, Yuan Jing and Zhixuan will be able to return to Chang'an in three days. However, Your Majesty, even if Yuan Jing comes back, you will have to write the invitations yourself."
Li Zhiyun really wanted to say why. He believed that Li Yuanji would never write dozens of invitations himself. That person would definitely find someone to write them for him.
The maid gently placed the tea cup in Li Zhiyun's hand, but at this moment Li Zhiyun was looking at her openly.
He remembered that this woman was the maid who helped him get dressed in the morning. At the same time, she was also the beauty given to him by Lao Li.
"Are you from Yeting Palace?" Li Zhiyun suddenly asked.
The maid was startled and quickly lowered her head into the sizable source of life.
"Yes." She replied softly.
The Yeting Palace in the imperial palace was the residence of the female relatives of prisoners and palace maids.
If an official commits a serious crime and has his house confiscated and is exiled, then there is a high probability that all the men will be killed and the women will be banished to the Yeting Palace.
Don't think that Yeting Palace is bad, there are worse ones.
Jiaofang Division.
This is the government-run body art unit of Datang. Its subordinate unit is located in Pingkangfang. You can taste it yourself.
The woman inside is playing the harp, playing the flute, and sitting on the lotus in a dual sense.
If you still can't understand, half of the poem will definitely help you understand.
A pair of jade arms serves as a pillow for thousands of people, and a little bit of cinnabar can be tasted by thousands of people.
If you still can't understand, please kill yourself with a piece of tofu.
Being able to stay in Yeting Palace instead of being sent to the Jiaofang Division only shows that this woman is very lucky.
"Raise your head and show me the king." The domineering president Li Zhiyun came online.
Seeing that the King of Chu seemed to be interested, Du Ruhui and Xue Shou felt very self-conscious, and each held a stack of invitations and went to the side room.
After hearing this, the maid lowered her head even lower.
Seeing this, Li Zhiyun was puzzled, "I just looked at you and didn't do anything to you? Besides, you were gifted to me by a saint. Don't you understand your situation?"
After the words fell, there was no movement for a long time.
When Li Zhiyun was waiting impatiently and was about to let her go down, she raised her head and showed a stubborn and pretty face.
beautiful!
How beautiful she is, Li Zhiyun's lack of words cannot describe it. She can only say that even if she is dressed as a maid, her appearance is quite high.
"What's your name?" Li Zhiyun swallowed.
Conscience, he had really just asked casually at first, never expecting that there was such a beauty beside him. Normally, this maid always lowered her head, and he couldn't see clearly what she looked like, but now he could finally see her clearly.
"The surname is Yang, Yang from Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty." She replied sharply.
Li Zhiyun narrowed his eyes, "Are you a former Sui clan member?"
"Yes, my father once named me the Princess of Huaiyang." The beauty shed tears, with her bright eyes shedding the tears of a subjugated princess.
"Presumptuous!" Li Zhiyun slapped his hand on the table. The sound was so loud that Du Ruhui and Xue Shou, who were listening in the corner next door, were startled.
"Your Majesty, this movement is quite big." Xue Shou said.
Du Ruhui nodded, "It's indeed quite big."
In the room, Li Zhiyun stood up slowly, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, "You are young, but you are very courageous. Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty only had one female, Princess Nanyang, to register in the royal family, how dare you pretend to be a princess."
"Pretending to be a princess?" Huaiyang shed tears, "If I want to pretend, why not pretend to be Princess Li Tang, but pretend to be a subjugated princess? The royal family register that stayed in Daxing was made during the Renshou period. I was born in the early year of Daye, and then My father moved east to Luoyang, and then he went to Jiangdu. I followed the king back to Daxing, and my clan registration is in Jiangdu!"
Her stubborn eyes made Li Zhiyun slowly release her chin.
"Let me tell you, I will never admit that you are a princess of the Sui Dynasty. Remember it, you are my personal maid, remember it!"
Huaiyang cried and lowered his head without saying a word.
Seeing this, Li Zhiyun took a deep breath and said: "Don't say such words again. Since you have entered my palace, Prince Chu, forget about the past. I only think of you as Huaiyang, and I have never seen any princess."
She raised her head and asked puzzledly: "Why?"
"There is no reason." Li Zhiyun reached out to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, but she turned her head to avoid it. He said, "Since you choose to remain anonymous, I am willing to make it happen for you."
She did not die along with the Sui Dynasty, which shows that she wanted to live.
Huaiyang wept low, full of sorrow.
The wound is torn open and it always hurts.
Li Zhiyun has now guessed her identity. Huaiyang should be the historical Concubine Yang. History records that Concubine Yang was the daughter of Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, but there is no record of any news about her in the Sui Dynasty, not even her title.
After hearing her say this today, Li Zhiyun realized that it was very likely that everyone who knew her identity had already gone to Jiangdu.
Among the Sui Dynasty clan members who went to Jiangdu, some died at the hands of Yu Wenhuaji, and some followed Empress Xiao into the Turks.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the history of Concubine Yang has never been tested. After all, there is no relevant proof, and historians are rigorous and will not make up nonsense.
And today, if it weren't for Li Zhiyun's questioning, he probably wouldn't have known about Concubine Yang's title, Huaiyang.
Li Zhiyun guessed that historically Li Shimin concealed Concubine Yang's past because he did not want her to be immersed in the past.
After all, the husband is the enemy who robbed his family property.
Thinking of this, Li Zhiyun suddenly remembered something interesting. Someone once put forward the idea that Li Shimin married his sister-in-law, Princess Chao Ci, in order to win over old officials of the Sui Dynasty. However, he already had Concubine Yang. Isn't this Sui Dynasty princess better than a grandniece of King Guan?
whose bloodline is nobler?
The answer is readily apparent: this is selfish desire.
Second brother, we can never get along.
Li Zhiyun sighed.
His eyes fell on Huaiyang again, and Li Zhiyun pulled her to sit down.
"Stop crying, stay in Prince Chu's Mansion and start a new life."
After saying that, Li Zhiyun felt something was wrong. What the hell does it mean to be a new person? This was not right.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked softly.
Because you are good-looking... He would not say this.
Li Zhiyun said: "National affairs should not involve a weak woman like you. I know that you hate my Li family for taking away the foundation of your Yang family. But do you know that even without my Li family, there are still Zhao family and Wang family?"
Something like that will take away the foundation of the Sui Dynasty. If you understand the wars in the world, you should know that all this is God's will."
"Your father made it difficult for the people to live, so the people had no choice but to rebel. Otherwise, who would risk beheading to rebel? I am not saying this to make excuses. I just want to tell you that in these troubled times, none of us will
We have a choice, we can only prevent ourselves from being threatened by this troubled world."
After hearing what Li Zhiyun said, Huaiyang's mood became much more stable, and she lowered her head and was silent for a while. Seeing that her mood gradually recovered, Li Zhiyun asked her to go down and rest.
When she walked to the door, she looked back at the young man sitting at his desk in the room, sighed lowly, but ultimately said nothing.
After he left, Li Zhiyun put the invitation aside, holding his face in his hands and lost in thought.
Meeting Huaiyang was an encounter he had never imagined.