On the day when Emperor Jianwen was going to patrol to ward off evil cults, Yao Ji didn't get up until almost noon. A woman's beauty is closely related to her complexion, so she slept for a while to recuperate, got up to wash up and ate some light food, and then she
Sit down in front of the dressing table and let your slave Xiaoyue serve and dress up quietly.
Although she had not seen Emperor Jianwen for many years, Yao Ji knew this man. Zhu Yunwen had been surrounded by many literati since he was a child, and he was also a literati himself due to his influence. The literati of the Ming Dynasty liked simplicity and elegance, and did not like to be too public and enthusiastic. So Yao
The clothes Ji chose today are also white with a light red shawl. The sleeves and skirt are decorated with very fine gold thread embroidery, which makes it look elegant, clean and noble.
Xiaoyue was combing her hair. She picked up a peach blossom and gently placed it on her forehead, and then looked at the appearance in the mirror carefully. At this moment, Xiaoyue behind her whispered: "Chunmei Protector is here.
Outside the door, you may want to see the leader."
Yao Ji said softly without looking back: "If you need anything, let her come in."
After a while, Yao Ji saw a white shadow coming in from the bronze mirror. The young woman named Chunmei walked in quietly, bent down behind Yao Ji and whispered: "The people sent out have been received by the emperor."
Yes, news came back that the 'Prince' is also traveling with us."
When Yao Ji heard this, she immediately thought that it must be Queen Ma's idea to let the prince follow Zhu Yunwen down. It seems that today we have to pay more attention to etiquette. If he is rude in details, the prince will definitely say something bad and will go back and tell Queen Ma.
Thinking of this, Yao Ji just replied: "I understand, according to the pre-arrangement, no accidents will occur, and the person will be picked up from the main altar."
"Yes." Chunmei responded and exited the room.
Yao Ji immediately put down the peach blossom-shaped yellow flower and said casually, "The peach blossom is so beautiful." Then she picked up a small white plum blossom with a tinge of red inside, but did not stick it in the middle of her forehead, but placed it gently on the hairline on the left side of her forehead.
With one click, the contrasting black and white color of the hairline suddenly has a little more colorful embellishment, making it a little more lively without being ostentatious.
She picked up a piece of prepared rouge paper on the dressing table, put it carefully in her mouth, and pursed her upper and lower lips gently. Seeing her actions in the mirror, she suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu, as if she had seen it somewhere.
I have experienced such a scene, but after thinking about it for a while, I can't remember it. However, brides who are about to get married should also do such careful actions.
Perhaps because she had to adjust her emotions today, while trying to keep herself calm and comfortable, her mood became extra sensitive. Yao Ji recalled that she had never been a bride in her life. Zhu Yunwen, who was still the emperor more than 20 years ago,
Linxing, she was just a palace maid, and she was dragged to the palace in a haphazard manner. It was just a hasty thing. She remembered that when she tried to approach and seduce the emperor, her idea was very simple. Women in the palace who had been favored or even favored by the emperor were all
She can get countless benefits such as status, property, rewards, etc. In front of other palace maids, such a woman seems to be arrogant and domineering, and no one dares to bully her. Therefore, she understands that as long as she is favored by one person, she can have everything and not be bullied by others.
She was not wronged. But when luck came, her only memory was pain, because she was too young to have sex. In despair and fear, her only memory was the feeling of being unable to resist. Later, she unexpectedly became pregnant and gave birth.
It was spent in intrigues and pain.
Where in the past did she have any memory of being a bride? So at this moment, when she was applying rouge paper in front of the mirror, she suddenly had the illusion of being a bride. Maybe she was trying to make up for the regret in her heart.
At this time, Yao Ji smiled alone and thought: She is so old, and she is still daydreaming like a little girl. She turned back and glanced at Xiaoyue, who hurriedly and timidly lowered her head to take care of things carefully.
She has black hair. Although this young slave is far inferior to Yao Ji in appearance and intelligence, she still has a chance to be a bride.
...In the afternoon, it was reported that the "distinguished guest" had entered the mountain. Yao Ji did not go down the mountain to greet him, but just waited at the gate of the courtyard with the four guardians. Because the relationship between the anti-evil cult and Jianwen's party members is a high-level secret, it cannot be made public.
Everyone knows that although the anti-evil sect is within Zhu Yunwen's sphere of influence, he is a loser and has lost the dignity of the emperor. Naturally, he cannot be so particular about etiquette.
After waiting under the sun for a long time, Yao Ji had a layer of sweat on her face. She felt that her carefully dressed rouge might have been a little worn. The sun was making her lazy mind feel dizzy, and her mood gradually became impetuous. After more than 20 years,
When they met for the first time, her makeup was fake. Yao Ji felt bad about it, but now she didn’t dare to go back and fix it. After a while, people came up. Wouldn’t it be rude to find that she was not waiting at the door to greet her? Wouldn’t it be rude to her?
Then I thought that when I danced later, I would go in and change my clothes and come out, so that I could have a chance to tidy up my appearance.
That dance was carefully rehearsed by Fang Ling, a famous prostitute from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. She practiced her beautiful dance for many days. She was very confident and would amaze everyone when she showed it off. Only Zhu Yunwen was qualified to watch Yao Ji perform the dance in person.
A group of people finally appeared from under the misty waterfall and gradually approached. Yao Ji looked at him from a distance, and she could no longer recognize Zhu Yunwen's appearance, so she could only guess from the crowd. Except for the two people from the anti-evil sect who came up with them, the rest
There are five men: two of them are strong men in their thirties at most, like guards; the other is an older man with a strong back and a big beard, and the appearance of a martial artist cannot be Zhu Yunwen; and the third one is younger and more capable, not
Over thirty years old...
The last person who looked like a tall, thin scholar with gray temples caught Yao Ji's attention. She looked carefully and found that his appearance was vaguely similar to what she remembered. Her heart sank: Why does the emperor look like an old man?
Calculated, Zhu Yunwen is not yet fifty years old, but he has aged like this without thinking... The torture of failure is indeed too aging.
On the contrary, Yao Ji is not too old due to maintenance and recuperation. After dressing up, she looks very young, and her age is not even visible. Comparing the two, she was originally from the same era, but now she seems to be a generation behind her.
I think back in the Forbidden City in Nanjing, Zhu Yunwen was a handsome young man in his twenties and a noble young emperor. Time has really changed people a lot.
Yao Ji felt a sense of desolation in her heart. When Zhu Yunwen approached, she knelt down in front of the door with her four guardians, bowed her head and said, "My concubine, Yao Ji, respectfully welcomes the Emperor."
At this time, Zhu Yunwen's eyes really lit up, showing a look of surprise, and he seemed to be happy when he said: "Please get up quickly." After saying that, he stepped forward to help Yao Ji. His hand slightly touched Yao Ji's elbow.
At this time, Yao Ji felt a kind of resistance in her heart. She wondered why her legal man smelled like decay.
Yao Ji thought with some remorse that maybe it was due to secular mentality. If Jianwen was still the emperor with the power of life and death, would she still be so resistant? She felt a little sympathy for Zhu Yunwen for a while: because this man still has
I don’t know, he can’t even capture his concubine’s heart.
The former Emperor Jianwen was old, and Yao Ji realized that she had also lost her dreams and hopes, and the reality was this. Under the cover of her exquisite and gorgeous appearance, she had a heart that was gradually getting pale and old, and her beauty was temporarily retained.
, how long can it be kept? Her identity as Zhu Yunwen's concubine cannot be changed, and she cannot withstand the nonsense. Everything has lost its vitality and hope.
In order to still have a foothold and a place to live in the world, Yao Ji found that she had to fight for the favor of this failed and rotten old man. She raised her head, pretending to smile, and there was a hint of reluctance in her eyes.
Understood, she said: "Thank you, Your Majesty." Then she stood up softly and invited Zhu Yunwen and others to enter the hall.
Zhu Yunwen took the upper seat, where Yao Ji usually gave orders in the church, and the others took their seats at the bottom.
Yao Ji paid her respects and said, "I have prepared a fine wine from the mountains to serve the Emperor."
Zhu Yunwen nodded, looking at the beautiful figure below, and couldn't help but said: "Yao Ji, come up and sit down, sit next to me."
Yao Ji smiled softly and said: "I don't dare to do this. If the queen knows about it, she is afraid that she will say that I am arrogant and arrogant."
After hearing this, Zhu Yunwen looked sideways at the prince Zhu Wenkui in the seat, then stopped insisting and remained silent. After a while, he asked: "Where is the third prince?"
The so-called third prince should refer to Zhang Ning. Although Zhu Yunwen is no longer an emperor, they have never recognized the legality of the current regime. Moreover, he is the grandson of Zhu Yuanzhang, so he still habitually uses the word emperor on certain occasions.
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A trace of melancholy flashed across Yao Ji's face, and she knelt on the ground and said cautiously: "He originally came to the main altar to wait for the emperor a few days ago, but he found that he was being watched by the government's secret sentry, and his identity might be exposed. It was very critical, so he
He hurried back to deal with the matter and was unable to meet his father as promised. I will apologize to the emperor on his behalf."
As expected, a look of displeasure suddenly appeared on Zhu Yunwen's face. Of course he would not be happy. No matter what the reason was, his son dared not come. He felt more or less that he had been provoked, not only by authority but also by the respect of father and son.
The humble Chang Gang.
Fortunately, the believers brought wine and food to the table at this time, and people were swaying in the hall, which relieved the tense atmosphere for a while. The wine and food were placed on everyone's food table, and no one moved. Yao Ji did not take a seat, but stood on the top.
On the side, Zhu Yunwen looked around and said, "You guys are on your way and you haven't had lunch yet, so you should eat first."
Everyone thanked them and waited for Zhu Yunwen to pick up the chopsticks before they all raised their chopsticks. Seeing that there was wine in front of him, Zhu Yunwen felt a little dry, so he said, "Give me some wine. Let's drink one together." Everyone picked up the wine glasses and said a few auspicious words.
Then they drank it one after another.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a "boom" was heard suddenly. Everyone followed the sound and looked sideways, only to see Prince Zhu Wenkui falling on his seat, clutching his stomach.
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