Early the next morning, it was cool and I got up from bed early. When I was about to put on the repaired official uniform, Qiu Ling walked in, holding the new clothes in her hand and reported: "Miss, there were palace guards this morning, and they said they were here for two days.
The worker has sent your new official uniform and official boots to Miss."
Tianliang took it doubtfully, unfolded it and put it on, only to find that it was a subtle change from the official uniform she wore before.
At first glance, the pattern and color remain unchanged, and the pattern on the chest remains unchanged, and no changes can be seen. However, only the person who wears it knows that the waist is specially tightened, not as wide and unrestrained as before, and more suitable for the wearer.
Her current body shape looks much better in both walking and appearance.
The emperor would not have the thought to take care of whether the official uniform of a female military general was appropriate. The emperor would have the heart to remember that her clothes were torn and her official boots were patched, and she was the only one who could still order the person sent by the palace guards. She
I thought, it turned out that Feng Aotian had given such an order when she returned from court on the first day... I wonder what happened to him now.
Tianliang sighed slightly and walked out. Seeing that it was still dark, he picked up a lantern and entered the palace to attend the morning court.
The boring and tedious morning court passed by like an arrow in the drowsiness of the cold weather. During this morning court, Emperor Xifeng unexpectedly did not mention the marriage proposal again and ignored it. The ministers and officials also
They all had a tacit understanding and didn't mention General Li's refusal to marry. They didn't even dare to look at her and stir up trouble.
In the past, after the breakfast meeting in the morning, those who had an issue would stay in the imperial study room to discuss it, while those who didn't have an issue would leave and do their own thing.
Due to the death of Concubine Ning, the emperor was still in mourning. Unless it was a major emergency, the ministers would press on with a tacit understanding, and everything that needed to be dispersed would be dispersed.
Tianliang went to ask the chamberlain who was serving Emperor Xifeng to see him, but was blocked. The chamberlain said that the emperor was ill and refused to see him except for important military matters.
As a last resort, she had no choice but to retreat, go around the staff office and deal with the trivial matters at hand, and then she was able to leave the palace early and get off work.
When I was about to go out to sit in the sedan chair, I heard other officials in the Ministry of Civil Affairs talking nonsense.
"The Eighth Prince ran into the lotus pond and jumped down a while ago, crying and wanting to find Concubine Ning."
"The Eighth Prince misses his mother so much that he stayed in the lotus pond for two days and two nights. He refused to be persuaded to leave, let alone eat. The Prince was always worried about staying with him. Now he and the Eighth Prince got into a fight, and they both spent two days and two nights.
If you don’t get enough water at night, no matter how hard the imperial doctor tries to persuade you, there’s nothing you can do if you’re anxious…”
Lotus pond.
After Tianliang heard this, he got on the sedan chair and ordered to go there.
The lotus pond is very close to the former Ninghua Palace. When I came to Ninghua Palace two times before, I heard Concubine Ning mention that when Hua Ming was young, she often took him there to cool off in the summer and told him some folk stories.
It's no wonder that Feng Hua will come here tomorrow and linger there, clinging to the spot.
Today the spring breeze is gentle, and the hibiscus in the pond has just revealed its sharp corners. When the wind blows, there is already a lotus fragrance all around.
Tian Liangming stopped his sedan chair aside and quietly walked down to the lotus pond. Unexpectedly, before he arrived, he heard Feng Aotian's stern and angry scolding in front of him...
"The old man is still ambitious for a thousand miles. In the old age of the martyr, he should still be ambitious. If the pursuit of ambition fails, it can be forgiven. If you are seeking death, you are worse than floating, careless and shameless! Fenghuaming
, if you really want to seek death, then jump for me again now, don’t shout, don’t make trouble, and live or die in front of this king!”
Feng Aotian angrily scolded the dying child who fell into the water, and shouted to the imperial physician in a low voice: "Everyone retreat, no medical treatment is allowed. If he wants to die, then he must remember, remember clearly, what the taste of death is."
How! What is the responsibility he bears for his own willfulness!"
Upon hearing this, the imperial doctors did not dare to come forward, but they all looked worriedly at Feng Huaming, who was lying soaked by the pool, and sighed anxiously to themselves.
The Eighth Prince is currently weak. He has not eaten or slept, but he is afraid that he will not be able to endure it...
Tian Liang stood still and glanced at Feng Aotian. He saw his bloodshot eyes and his tired face. After not seeing him for two days, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight and looked haggard.
The same was true for Feng Huaming, whose usual ruddy face was gone, and his face was covered with blue and white. The usual arrogance and willfulness were all reduced to the sound of weak breathing at this time.
She didn't know if Feng Aotian noticed her, but she understood that with his vigilant temperament, he must have known that she was coming. However, he just stared straight ahead, without turning his head or looking at her, with that kind of look in his eyes.
The firm and tired stubbornness makes people deeply feel the loneliness and strength.
Tian Liang stepped forward and immediately the imperial doctor quietly stopped him. He quickly shook his head and persuaded: "General, you can't go. The prince has ordered that no one can step forward..."
Tianliang didn't care about this. She pushed away the imperial doctor, strode to Feng Aotian's side, walked around him to the pond, and picked up the unconscious Feng Huaming.
Feng Aotian raised his head suddenly, not expecting her intrusion. A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, followed by unspeakable pain...
Tian Liang picked up Feng Huaming and walked to Feng Aotian. Seeing him motionless and looking at him, he couldn't help but sigh slightly and whispered: "I have many things that I want to thank you for."
Feng Aotian groaned, pursed his dry lips slightly, lowered his head, his face was a little cold, and he said nothing.
"Come with me," Tian Liang said, "it won't take much time. After a while, I can send the Eighth Prince back to his place of origin without hindering your punishment."
"She always wishes you well."
Tian Liang's voice was very low, reaching Feng Aotian's ears, but it was enough to make him clench his hands and look troubled.
She held Feng Huaming, who was weak and unconscious, and stood in front of Feng Aotian, looking at him with determination and not moving away.
Feng Aotian was also sitting, not raising his head, not looking at her, and motionless.
It took quite a while.
There was a sound of clothes sliding...
Everyone could only see His Highness the Crown Prince standing up slowly, blocking the dazzling sunlight with his tall body, enveloping the woman holding the Eighth Prince into a generous shadow, and replied in a hoarse voice: "Okay."
Tianliang narrowed his eyes, smiled slightly at him, then turned around and walked forward...
Feng Aotian didn't say anything and followed him.
The imperial doctors were all in disbelief and looked at each other.
This...is indeed the woman that the prince once wanted to marry. No one can persuade her, but now, she took them both away so easily!