The war on the front line was tense, and Mo'er could only listen to the little eunuchs around her discuss a few words. She was worried about Ye Hen, but was helpless. After a few days, she became worried and sick, and had to find a medical woman to take care of her health.
That day, after the emperor came to court, he somehow ended up at Tianmang Palace. This was his first visit here since he was declined by Mo'er on the wedding night.
The maids and chambermaids of Tianmang Palace knelt on the ground, but their master was nowhere to be seen.
The emperor frowned and asked, "Where are the Mo'er people?"
Axiu knelt there and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty is in the backyard. I haven't had time to notify you yet. I'll go right away..."
"No need." The emperor interrupted her, "I will go there myself."
As soon as he walked into the back garden, he saw Mo'er's blank and lost profile.
Dressed in white gauze and snow clothes, she floated like an immortal. She stood beside the railing surrounded by bamboo and wood, with large, colorful peonies blooming in front of her eyes.
A butterfly rested on the stamen of the flower. She wanted to reach out to catch it, but in the end she arched her brows and sighed sadly.
He stood behind her, his heart suddenly suffocated, and a trace of pain emerged.
"Mo'er." He called softly.
Mo'er hurriedly turned around and was about to bow down, but suddenly she felt a splitting headache.
The emperor hurriedly hugged her, "Mo'er, what's wrong?"
She calmed down for a while before saying: "I turned too fast just now and my head was a little dizzy, which made the emperor worry."
He took her hand and sat down next to the stone chair, and asked with a smile: "I heard that you have been in poor health recently, but have you been called a doctor?"
"The doctor has already checked it out. It's nothing serious."
"That's good."
Mo'er wanted to ask him several times about the war on the front line, but the most taboo thing in the harem was concubines interfering in political affairs, so she had to swallow it down time and time again.
Seeing that he always had a faint smile, Mo'er couldn't help but curiously asked: "What happy event does your Majesty have?"
He put down the tea cup in his hand: "Tomorrow, Seventh Brother will return in triumph, so I will naturally be happy."
Is he coming back?
A burst of ecstasy hit her, and she clutched the hem of her clothes tightly.
"Seventh Brother is the greatest general of Chu Zhao Kingdom. As long as he supervises the war, he will be victorious in every battle."
Mo'er felt proud of him. It seemed that the folk legends were all false. How could such a hero who opened up new territories for the country be so cruel and murderous?
"I came to the throne when I was seven years old. My seventh brother is three years older than me. He has always been my assistant. A young monarch can be bullied by everyone. To this day, high-ranking officials and ministers still hold great power. They are flattered by others and slandered by others. Seven
Brother is one of the few people I can trust."
Mo'er didn't know why he told her these palace secrets for no reason. She couldn't interrupt, so she just listened.
"By the way, I've always wanted to ask you something."
"Your Majesty, please speak."
The emperor took a sip of tea and said quietly: "Did you really encounter a bandit on the official road that day?"
Mo'er thought for a moment and replied: "Mo'er has always been surprised. Those soldiers are strong and well-trained, and they look more like soldiers."
"Oh." He seemed to be thinking for a moment, then stood up and said, "I still have a memorial to read, so Mo'er doesn't need to send it away."
Mo'er sent it out anyway, thanking herself for her blessing: "I send you off to your Majesty."
I heard that Ye Hen led his troops back to the court, and Mo'er's illness was half cured. In the evening, she happily asked Axiu and Qianqian to find her a new set of clothes. She also picked out some of the jewelry she liked from the emperor's gift.
With.
Although I don't know if I can meet him face to face, I always have to be prepared.
She lay awake all night, recalling the time the two spent together in the bamboo forest. The smile on her face made the candlelight in the room brighter.
He said that after he calmed down the war, he would ask the emperor for someone. Will it be her? It must be her.
"Wait for me, I will definitely take you away."
That promise made her love him for a lifetime, and her smile became even deeper.
One day, two days, three days...
She looked forward to it day and night, and the seven days passed in the blink of an eye. In the morning, she wished that the time would pass more slowly, and in the evening, she wished that the time would pass by faster.
Half a month has passed and there is still no news from him. Even if he asks for credit, it won't take such a long time, right?
She finally left Tianmang Palace impatiently, pretending to appreciate the flowers, but actually wanted to get news about him.
Two concubines walked towards them, it was Concubine Hua and Concubine Rong.
Mo'er quickly bowed and said, "Mo'er has seen two noble concubines."
Concubine Hua stretched out her hand to support her and said with a smile: "Sister Mo'er never leaves home, so why do you have time to go out for a walk?"
Mo'er replied: "The weather is fine. I heard that the lotus flowers in the Royal Garden are in bloom, so I wanted to take a look."
"What a coincidence. Our sisters are also going to the Lotus Garden. Would you like to go with us?"
Although Mo'er didn't want to, she couldn't shirk it, so she had no choice but to nod: "Of course I'm happy."
When she came to the imperial garden with the two concubines Huarong, she saw the lotus leaves and lotus flowers in the sky, and the lotus flowers were so graceful that she really had no intention of admiring them.
At this time, I heard Concubine Rong say: "I heard that the seventh prince asked the emperor for his sister's sister, Miss Xue'er, as soon as he came back from the front line. Is it true?"
"Of course it's true. It's her blessing that Xue'er can marry the Seventh Prince. Who knows that the Seventh Prince has great military exploits and is the emperor's right-hand man. Xue'er will be blessed in the future."
Mo'er was squatting by the pond, stretching out her hand to hook the lotus. When she heard Concubine Hua's words, she suddenly felt a flower blooming in front of her eyes and fell headlong into the lotus pond.
She lay there for three days and three nights. When she woke up, she felt cold all over her body. She trembled and said, "It's cold."
Her body was pulled into a warm and spacious embrace, and she leaned hard against the source of warmth, absorbing the warmth that could warm her body.
The words that kept repeating in my mind were that Xueer was going to marry the seventh prince.
It turned out that the person he wanted from the emperor was not her, and it was not her from the beginning.
Prime Minister Hua's youngest daughter Xue'er, that's the person he wants.
She was even colder and seemed to have tears in her eyes but could not shed them.
"Mo'er, don't be afraid, I'm here." The emperor hugged her tightly, with pity in his eyes.
She didn't speak, she just leaned close to him.
I don’t know how long it took, but Yun Qian’s voice came from outside: “Your Majesty, it’s time to pass on the dinner.”
He calmly ordered: "Give Mo'er some soup that can clear away heat and relieve fire."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Only then did she look around in shock. The decorations were gorgeous and there were dragon patterns everywhere. This was not her Tianmang Palace, this was his palace, Weiyang Palace.
"Your Majesty..." She hurriedly wanted to get out of bed, but he hugged her: "Where are you going, Mo'er?"
Concubines have never stayed overnight in Weiyang Palace, and she must not set this precedent.
"Mo'er should go back to his Tianmang Palace so as not to disturb the emperor."
"You're not allowed to go anywhere, right here."
He looked at her with burning eyes, carrying a trace of irresistible majesty.
Then he said: "Don't worry, Mo'er. I won't want you without Mo'er's consent."
She looked at him in shock. He was the emperor, and he would kill and plunder. He didn't want anything, but he didn't want it. Yet he spoke to her in this tone. Why should he be so nice to her?
She doesn't understand, she really doesn't understand.