After giving He Jixiang one last glance, Feng Hongluan closed the door and left.
Outside, Hua Sanniang was hiding far away, probably because of the stench, which made her uncomfortable.
Seeing Feng Hongluan come out, her face turned red with embarrassment: "Are you done?"
Seeing her abnormal expression, Feng Hongluan said: "What's wrong with you?"
"Actually, actually..." She murmured for a long time, and finally shook her head, "It's okay, it's okay, let's go!"
"oh!"
She always felt that something was wrong with her, but Feng Hongluan was not a person who endured difficulties. Since she said so, she didn't ask any more questions.
After returning to Hongyan Pavilion, Feng Hongluan ordered Yang Yun to prepare a bucket of water, take off her clothes, and have people take them out and burn them. That misunderstood dirty room made every breath uncomfortable. As a person involved, I thought
He Jixiang, at this moment, life is definitely worse than death.
The pustules on her face, although not obvious, began to be exposed one by one.
There was a stench all over her body, and she couldn't move. Her originally beautiful face was now starting to collapse, and her eyes were starting to sink in. She probably wouldn't be able to hold on for a few more days.
However, it is a day that can torture her. How can she let go of the hatred and hatred of her previous life so easily?
Lying on the edge of the tub, ladles of hot water fell from her smooth and round shoulders. The crystal water droplets crossed her chest and landed on her high swollen belly.
She was almost seven months old. She was stroking her belly with loving eyes, missing Hong Yan a little. Hong Yan was always very busy these days. He often went to the palace early in the morning and came back at night.
Feng Hongluan did not want Hong Yan to be involved in political affairs, because the late emperor's edict had not fallen into the hands of the emperor, and the emperor must still be wary of Hong Yan. It was also said that her father now held great power and was the candidate for the general who was favored by everyone.
The emperor was still reluctant to seize the throne, probably because he was afraid that her father was Hong Yan's father-in-law. Once the imperial edict came out and Hong Yan wanted to seize the throne, it would be a threat to the emperor.
She frowned slightly, turned around and asked Yang Yun: "Your Majesty went out this morning, did you say when he would be back?"
Yang Yun shook her head: "I don't know, I will be back for dinner at night."
"Well!" I knew that asking Yang Yun was in vain, but I always felt uneasy in my heart, and I didn't know how this uneasiness came about. I always felt that something was going to happen in the past few days, and it wasn't something.
Good thing.
*
Royal Palace, Government Hall.
The emperor, dressed in a golden nine-dragon robe, sat on the dragon chair and looked at the man in front of him coldly.
The man was dressed in blue and had a handsome, expressionless face.
The sharp eyebrows, the high bridge of the nose, the thin lips tightly pursed, and the pair of dark eyes all reveal a cool aura.
"Since the Emperor has made his decision, I naturally have nothing to say."
His tone was light and no emotion could be heard.
The emperor on the dragon throne raised his eyebrows: "You just want to know if you are dissatisfied with my arrangement?"
Hong Yan, who was wearing a blue robe, curled up his lips and said, "You are a king, I am a minister, my brother is a king, if you say something, I will not dare to criticize you."
"You don't dare?" The emperor looked at Hong Yan with a bit of suspicion, "So, you think so, right?"
Hong Yan raised his head, and his eyes suddenly became clear. Those clear eyes were so pure and clean that it made people feel ashamed. The emperor could not look directly into those eyes.
But I heard Hong Yan say: "I don't dare, and I don't want to."
He said very slowly: "Because, not only are you my king, you are also my brother."
The emperor sat there fixedly. After a long while, he raised his hand tiredly: "Get out!"
"Brother Emperor!" Hong Yan did not leave immediately, "Brother Emperor, you will always be the emperor. From the moment you ascend the throne, no one can shake your position."
The emperor raised his head and looked at Hong Yan with a pair of dark eyes. There was some regret in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down and nodded: "I know."
"If there's nothing wrong, I'll take my leave now."
After Hong Yan finished speaking, he knelt down and walked to the door. A rather tired voice sounded behind him: "I'm just afraid that history will repeat itself! You should know that my father was not interested in me at the beginning."
Hong Yan stopped. This was the first time that the brothers had spoken out about the matter.
"But it's not me who is my father's priority, isn't it?" He turned around suddenly, his cold eyes finally showing an expression that looked like anger, "You have been on guard against me all these years, haven't I done enough?
I have no intention of pursuing an official career, I withdraw from the government, I hide myself at home, and I am willing to be an absurd and unscrupulous prince of Jin. Isn't this enough?"
"Xiaoyan..."
"Or, in the eyes of the emperor, as long as I don't die, you won't have peace of mind?"
"Xiaoyan, I'm not..."
The emperor looked a little panicked.
Hong Yan sneered. He had suppressed his resentment for so many years and didn't want to explode. He was fed up with being controlled by the emperor and being monitored day and night.
He treated him sincerely, but he was always on guard, wary of him, and even slandered him at every turn.
Whether it was in front of his mother, the courtiers, or the world, he was in the position of his own younger brother, who was "wasting money".
He did not participate in politics. Whenever political affairs were discussed, even his sixth and seventh brothers, who were not yet adults, would be called, but he was not called. The reason was that he did not know where he was fooling around and could not find him.
When he went to the palace to pay his respects to his mother, the emperor's brother always deliberately asked his mother to choose a concubine for him, saying that by choosing a concubine, his character would be settled and he would no longer be so playful.
The admonishment officer proposed to arrange a sinecure position for him, which would be regarded as official salary and he would always have to do something. However, the emperor's brother said that he was still young and would wait until he had enough fun.
Fool around, have fun, have enough fun!
No one knew about him, and the emperor didn't know whether he was just fooling around or pretending.
He has always believed that brothers are like siblings, and blood brothers are like heart blood, which cannot be abandoned or separated.
But maybe he was just wishful thinking. As far as his imperial brother was concerned, the horns on his head were irritating and painful to remove, but one day, he would endure the temporary pain and remove them quickly.
"Brother Emperor, I have offended you. I have to leave." Hong Yan cupped his hands and knelt down again.
This time, his steps didn't stop for even more than a minute. The bright yellow figure was left in the room, sitting down on the dragon chair with a regretful look on his face. The expression on his face said that it was pain, but it was not regret, but it was regret.