The auspicious day for Concubine Rui, Shang Qingjun, to enter the palace has finally arrived. The past few days have been busy both inside and outside the palace. Compared with this important event, Fei Zhong, the senior official, was demoted to the lower official, and Fei Lian's son Xilai was promoted.
The "news" of being the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard seemed insignificant.
If the emperor wants to get an ordinary concubine, he doesn't have to go through such troubles. He can just give her a title and announce it to the world. This Concubine Rui is the only daughter of Shang Rong, the prime minister who was a veteran of three dynasties. Her status is not trivial and cannot be taken care of. It is naturally quite complicated.
There is no need to go into details about etiquette.
That night, in Qingliu Palace.
The panting sounds of the man and woman gradually subsided, and a long-lasting passionate battle finally came to an end.
"Hey, the prime minister's daughter really has a special taste! Don't you still want to escape from the marriage by pretending to be dead? Unexpectedly, you still can't escape from the clutches of the widow!" Someone put his arms around the snow-white body and gave an extremely ambiguous smile.
Voice.
Shang Qingjun's cheeks were full of pink after orgasm, and he became even more shy after hearing this. Although his body was limp and unable to lift his strength, he still managed to pinch Zhang Zixing's waist: "You rogue gentleman, you still did it on your wedding night.
So lazy! If I hadn't been deceived by your sweet words, how could I have ended up in this situation? It's so hard for you to hide it from me!"
"I'm sorry, this is indeed my fault," Zhang Zixing put away his laughter and sighed: "I am the emperor, and you are the daughter of the prime minister. We are both extraordinary people, and we have always had no control over marriage. Even if your father
If you are willing to choose your son-in-law, if you really meet the interests, the matter of life and death will still not end well. Just like entering the palace this time, if you and I are strangers, and I forcefully summon you as my concubine by the emperor's order, what should you do?
choose?"
Shang Qingjun secretly thought: If this is the case, even though she has her own heart, she cannot do anything to let her parents and family suffer disaster for the sake of personal love. The final outcome may still be to sacrifice herself.
Happiness, entering the palace as a concubine.
"You and I fell in love with each other in Buyi. At that time, we had no idea of each other's identities. I was not the emperor, but Mr. Zixing; you were not the prime minister's daughter, but Miss Qing'er... Now it seems that this relationship is
How precious, this will become our most beautiful memory." Zhang Zixing hugged her tightly: "After all, we are destined. Although in the end I am still the emperor and you become the noble concubine, it can be regarded as a happy marriage. In front of others, you are
My dearest concubine; if no one else is around, you will always be Mr. Purple Star’s sweetheart.”
In Shang Qingjun's mind, the scene where the two met, and finally fell in love, emerged with a happy smile on his face. He leaned into his arms and said emotionally: "Sir... Qing'er is really good.
I'm so happy that we can finally stay together forever and never be separated."
Zhang Zixing looked dazed for a while, as if he had returned to one of the most unforgettable days in the twenty-fourth century. It was the same wonderful night, the same incomparably beautiful woman, nestling in his arms with the same attachment, the same
A vow to "never be separated"...
Can you really forget her?
Just like the promise given to Yue Ji: If you don't think about it, you will never forget it.
"Husband, what's wrong with you?" The exclamation of the woman in his arms woke Zhang Zixing from his memories, only to find that tears were streaming down his face.
How many years have it been, how many years have I not shed tears like this? Perhaps, what a man should shed is blood, not tears. But when some things come, they are not transferred by will. And sometimes, tears are hotter than blood.
In the face of pressure and difficulties, he becomes more and more courageous and never gives up; in the face of danger, he looks calm and does not flinch. However, he is always a human being with normal emotions, not a god. Especially he has too many
He couldn't tell anyone his secret, and the longer the time went by, the more depressed and depressed he became. There were times when he was weak and tired, and there were times when he couldn't hide his emotions.
Shang Qingjun was surprised and gently wiped away his tears with his hands. Looking at his sad eyes, he suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.
Zhang Zixing did not hide her emotions and allowed Shang Qingjun to wipe away the tears on her face. Feeling the tenderness from her trembling fingertips, she said lightly: "Qingjun, do you feel disappointed? I, this powerful person,
Can the king who shakes the world ever be so weak?"
"This is true temperament, how can it be regarded as weakness? Although my husband is the emperor, he is also a human being, not the heartless grass, trees, bamboos and rocks. Qingjun can feel the strong sadness and depression in Daojun's heart," Shang Qingjun said lightly
She gently pressed her face against his chest, feeling his heartbeat, and said softly: "I remember when my husband taught Qingjun arithmetic, he once described that happiness is multiplication, and the more people share it, the happier it is; pain is
In addition, the more people who share the burden, the lighter the pain. I wonder if my husband is willing to let Qingjun share this pain?"
With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for? Zhang Zixing kissed her hair gently and felt that his mood was much calmer: "Qingjun, do you still remember those two lines of poems I recited in Jinghu Lake?"
Shang Qingjun looked intoxicated, recalling and murmuring: "The autumn wind is blowing, white clouds are flying, the grass and trees are yellowing, and the wild geese are returning south. The orchids are beautiful and the chrysanthemums are fragrant. I am pregnant with a beautiful woman, so I can't forget it."
"I told you that day that I once had a lover who unfortunately passed away for some reason, so I was disheartened. Later, I had no choice but to get married at the order of my parents, and lived around all day long. I didn't wake up until five years ago..."
Zhang Zixing shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Actually, this is not entirely true!"
Looking at Shang Qingjun's astonished eyes, Zhang Zixing sighed: "Have you heard about the strange disease that I suffered from when I was the Shou King?"
Shang Qingjun was the daughter of the prime minister. Of course she had heard of this incident and asked hesitantly: "Is the disease your husband suffered from back then strange?"
If it weren't for his many scruples, Zhang Zixing really had the urge to tell all the truth to his confidant and lover. In the end, he chose to change his perspective and talk in another way: "This disease is indeed weird. To be precise, it is not a disease."
, but dreaming!”
Zhang Zixing told Shang Qingjun that since he was a child, he would have the same strange dream whenever he fell asleep. This dream has always been with him as he grows up and cannot be changed. In the dream, he is living in another strange world.
There were many strange things in that world, which were completely different from this world. There was not even an emperor or princes, and people lived in freedom and democracy. Of course, it was only a limited freedom and democracy. The ruling class still existed, and the poor
The wealth gap is still obvious, but it has just changed.
In order to make Shang Qingjun understand better, Zhang Zixing described his profession in that world as a star official who studied the principles of heaven and earth. By chance, he met a beautiful woman Yu Xian.
As confidants, they finally joined together and their love was incomparable. Unfortunately, God did not follow people's wishes. Yu Xian suddenly encountered a strange accident while studying a magic weapon and died unfortunately. From then on, Zhang Zixing fell into a life of drunkenness, dreaming, and rotting with the grass and trees.
I finally woke up from that strange dream five years ago.
After waking up from the dream, he was almost reincarnated as a human being and could not even remember many "real" things about himself in this world. In the end, he cheered up and won the favor of the late emperor with his superhuman strength and extraordinary wisdom, and was named the
Prince until he ascends the throne and becomes emperor.
"Qingjun, do you understand now, why I have so much knowledge that I have never seen before? In fact, it was all learned in another world," Zhang Zixing said, his eyes became misty, "That dream
Love is both illusory and real, and it is still unforgettable to this day. Every time I recall it, there is a sharp pain in my heart. I still haven't understood, is that place a dream? Or is this a dream?"
If the previous words were just a relatively obscure confession, the last sentence was the truest feeling in his heart.
In the blink of an eye, it has been more than five years since he was reborn. Zhang Zixing has gradually become accustomed to the life in this world and his status as the world's supreme being. The tenderness of his wives has allowed him to find the preciousness of the "home" he once lost.
I feel like I can't help but have a real sense of belonging to this world.
Sometimes he also wonders, does he originally belong to this world? Or was the previous twenty-fourth century a dream? After waking up from the dream, he returned here?
"This is the first time Qingjun has heard such a mysterious thing," Shang Qingjun listened with rapt attention, "If I were that Yuxian sister, I would know that my husband would still be so engraved in my heart after he woke up from his dream, even though heaven and earth are separated.
I have no regrets, everything is based on my husband’s true intention, why should I care whether it is real or illusory?”
Zhang Zixing held Shang Qingjun's hand and said with emotion: "Although my husband lost his confidant and lover in that world, fortunately he met Qingjun here, and it can be said that he lost and found him again. It is really the blessing of my husband's life! Qingjun, don't worry, the deceased is gone.
A husband will cherish the person in front of him more."
Shang Qingjun was moved to tears after hearing his sincere confession.
"This is the first time that my husband has told this to anyone." Zhang Zixing has recovered from the out-of-control emotions, feeling that the depression in her heart has been swept away, "Qingjun must help your husband keep it secret, this is only for you and me.
's secret."
It is necessary to vent emotions occasionally, but men cannot just shed tears. That is called weakness. More often, what is needed is blood and fighting spirit.
When Shang Qingjun heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Although the world is peaceful now, there are rapids and undercurrents, and chaos is imminent." Zhang Zixing sighed: "Do you still remember the promise your husband made to you - it is also a virtue for a woman to be talented. Although you are a woman, you are extremely intelligent.
, you have great talents, even men are far behind you. My husband doesn’t want your talents to be in vain, and wants to teach you everything I learned in the dream, so that you can become my husband’s helper in the future, what do you think?”
A good horse also needs a talented person. What do talented people fear most? They are most afraid of not being recognized for their talent and wasting all they have learned. Although Shang Qingjun is a woman, she is no exception. If she marries another person, she will only be reduced to
A man's accessory or a tool for venting and procreating. Fortunately, she met him.
"It is also a virtue for a woman to be talented..." Shang Qingjun murmured, his eyes gradually becoming moist, "Qing'er is worried that he cannot help his husband, so he should ask his advice in the future..."
When Zhang Zixing heard her address her like that, he knew that she was recalling the intimate scene when the two met. He was moved and kissed her on the face: "Qing'er baby, you have nothing to repay, so just use your body to repay...
…”
"Wait a minute, I still want to know what happened between Chanyu and you..." Before she could finish her words, Yingchun was blocked by someone with ulterior motives, not even giving her a chance to cross-examine. What followed was a show of affection.