The reborn sycophant

This year is the 22nd year of Jinghan, in the early summer, after the previous abolished prince who had been in power for 15 years, Daqi's East Palace finally ushered in a new master—the eleventh princess Zhao Ji.

The spring rain still left some moisture in the wind, and the scorching sunshine of early summer has spread all over the earth. In the gradually hotter weather, Zhao Ji moved into the East Palace and spent her 14th birthday in this palace.

As expected, after returning to the palace, there were a lot of things to do, and Zhao Ji and Wei Chuyan met much less often.Originally, the two should be able to meet each other on their birthday, but because Zhao Ji's father was ill, and several of her brothers and sisters had accidents, Zhao Ji's birthday was very low-key.Although it is inevitable to receive a lot of gifts, for a prince of a country, a birthday without a banquet is indeed very simple.

Every few days, Zhao Ji would send someone to send some souvenirs out of the palace. She seldom said serious things, and with a few words, she sometimes complained to Wei Chuyan about her concubine's control of her diet, and sometimes she talked about seeing a lot of people. Interesting people are all messy things, and they probably write down whatever comes to mind, but there is one word that I will never forget to write down, and that is "missing you".

"I kind of miss you."

"I missed you today too."

"The pomegranate plant in front of the hall is blooming. The flowers are beautiful, but not as beautiful as you. I miss you very much."

......

And so on.

It seems that since the day when he said he would miss Wei Chuyan, Zhao Ji has often expressed his miss to her without hesitation.

When she was talking about pomegranate flowers, Wei Chuyan was drying books in the yard. His white clothes were like snow, his hair was tied with a blue belt, and his pure face was bathed in the sunshine of early summer. It seemed that he could suppress the sun's rays. Can bear Zhao Ji's description.

After seeing the little silk handkerchief, Chuyan turned his head and glanced at the peach tree in the courtyard.

The peach blossoms have faded, leaving only the lush green leaves, but it doesn't matter, now she doesn't have to look at the peach blossoms to miss that person.

Then on this day—the day of Zhao Ji’s birthday—Wei Chuyan sent congratulatory gifts to the palace.She just glanced at Zhao Ji hastily. At that time, Zhao Ji was surrounded by a group of nobles in Chinese clothes. She couldn't speak to Zhao Ji. After a while, a soft silk handkerchief was quietly stuffed into her palm.

Just by touching it, one can tell it's Zhao Ji's handwriting.

Walking to a secluded place, Wei Chuyan unfolded the "letter" and looked at it. It was written in a familiar and beautiful font, with a little bit of sharpness, but because the writing was too soft, the sharpness of the pen was a little less imposing, but It is pitiful.

She said, I am fourteen today, and you are still fifteen. Although I know you will soon be sixteen, but at this moment, there is only one year difference between you and me.

We are very close, you have to wait for me, I will grow up soon.

A square white silk handkerchief, a few neat lines with a few girlish words, Wei Chuyan stood in this abandoned garden where few people passed by, with his slender fingers slightly curled up, holding the soft and windy handkerchief in his palm Son, read and read those few short lines.

In the ear, it seems that Zhao Jiqing's soft voice is also heard at the same time.

It was like Zhao Ji whispering in her ear sentence by sentence.

Repeatedly, looked and looked, but the steps he took were hesitant after all.In the small garden full of weeds and flowers, Master Xiao Wei, who was emerging in the court recently, carefully put the silk handkerchief into the wide sleeve of his robe, and sighed softly.

As a result, there was a breeze blowing in the garden, as if she couldn't see her worrying like this, and wanted to sweep away those tormenting melancholy, leaving only a little sweetness for her.

Although the wave set off by the Second Highness and the Seventh Highness had dissipated, there was still some bloody smell in the air that was difficult to dissipate.For Da Qi, the matter of Li Chu was equivalent to injecting some fresh air into the decadent atmosphere, making the atmosphere inside and outside the court hall much more refreshing and peaceful.

Whether they like it or not, the officials began to praise the new crown prince. This is a common practice, just like every time the emperor succeeds in disaster relief, resists foreign enemies, or the emperor has some other achievements, the officials will also sing praises.It seems that such a major event as the establishment of a reserve is Zhao Ji's matter, but because she was registered normally, it can be regarded as the merits of the emperor Zhao Yu, so of course the officials will not let go of such an opportunity and want to sing praises of.

At the same time, every city, no matter how big or small, solemnly posted the emperor's list to inform the world that Daqi had appointed eleven queen daughters as heirs.

The prince was abolished before, after the initial concealment, when the dust settled and the wind and rain subsided, notices of the abolition of the prince were gradually posted everywhere.

The crown prince is the helm of the dynasty for the next few decades, whether it is established or abolished, it is a major event that affects the world.

After that, the court returned to calm, but under the peaceful appearance, there were voices of reluctance and opposition, but these voices were often swallowed back into the stomach before they were uttered.

Establishing a crown prince is a happy event, but Zhao Yu only pretended to be happy a few days ago, and then returned to seriousness.

This is not dissatisfaction with Zhao Ji, after all, it was the emperor himself who proposed to appoint the crown prince.Some time ago, after watching the fights between several sons and daughters, while being chilled by their actions, Zhao Yu vaguely realized that the problem was actually his own.

If he had installed a new crown prince early, he could have prevented this stupid fight.

But having said that, if they don't show their claws this time, and don't watch them fight, Zhao Yu himself can't be sure who will be the prince of Daqi.

The emperor would not admit his mistakes, and when he was still alive, no one would dare to tell his mistakes except for a few officials who really wanted nothing but fame.

Therefore, after regretting for a while, Zhao Yu regained his majesty as an emperor, but because he was angered by anger earlier, his health became worse and worse, and although the imperial doctor knew about the physical loss, what did they do? Dare to tell the emperor clearly?I can only come to take my pulse every day, and carefully change the prescription, hoping that the emperor will gradually get better.

At first, these were all effective. After Zhao Yu calmed down, he seldom vomited blood any more, so he picked up the habit of taking Shenxian Pills again—or, in other words, his addiction to this kind of pills surfaced again.

After taking one, there will be a second one. When immersed in the effects of the medicine, he feels that everything is so beautiful.

This kind of pill called "Shenxian Pill" did not live up to its name, and would make everyone who tasted it feel as if they were in bliss. Zhao Yu swallowed this pill like this, worrying about his body and Wandering in the inseparability of bliss.

Zhao Ji vaguely heard about it, but this time she didn't try to persuade her any more, but it was Concubine Wan Gui who even talked to Zhao Yu twice.It's just that Zhao Yu can no longer listen to these things. Since he shut down and demoted the other sons and daughters, he has let himself go a little bit, and has a tendency to develop into a faint king.However, unlike the result obtained by Zhao Ji's speech that time, he did not scold Concubine Wan Gui, presumably because of her affection for defending him before.

Zhao Ji also knew the result, she was really puzzled, so she asked Concubine Wan Gui.

"Father really can't see the abnormality of his body? Why can't anyone listen to him?"

The imperial concubine did not answer her at that time, and another month later, an official spoke to His Majesty about the dangers of Shenxian Wan, asking him to stop taking this kind of pill, and please punish Jiang Li severely, but Zhao Yu did not listen to him , Instead, he got angry in the court hall, and the speaker was worried and angry, so he bumped into the steps in front of the hall on the spot. He didn't know how much strength he used, his brains burst on the spot, and he died in front of the hall.

This collision made Zhao Yu anxious. He is an emperor who cares about face. Over the years he has been in power, he has made minor mistakes, but it is a fact that Daqi is becoming more and more prosperous under his hands. He usually loves to hear good things, and also I think I can afford these praises, and it is indeed the case. After a few years, when future generations write history, they should mostly praise him.

But this collision of this little speech official will undoubtedly draw an ugly mark on his nearly perfect imperial career. In the future, some people will say that he forced his courtiers to death, but this speech official will be famous in history, maybe There will even be a historian dedicated to him.

How could Zhao Yu not be angry when he thought of this?

This time, he was bedridden again.The imperial concubine knew that Zhao Ji had secretly sent the speaker, so she went to find her, first scolded her, then pulled her to sit beside her, sighed: "You asked me that day, why did your father change?" It became like this, I couldn't say anything at that time, but you still didn't give up, and you turned around and wanted to give him a hand, and now you can see that he really no longer cares about other people's opinions."

Agarwood is burning in the precious purple gold furnace, and it is unfolded on the screen for decoration and shelter. The famous masters of the world have painted pictures of ladies vividly, with the clothes fluttering in the wind.On the bed covered with a thin and soft embroidered blanket, the imperial concubine looked at her kind daughter who had not lost everything, with some worry in her eyes, and then some comfort.

In the final analysis, the reason why Ji'er is Ji'er is because no matter what she has experienced, she can always retain some of the most precious things in human nature.

Zhao Yu occasionally has this kind of thing, he loves his children, this is true, he also spares some love to love Concubine Wan Gui, but Concubine Wan Gui knows in her heart that when the emperor looks at her, most of the time it is actually through her. Think of another person.

The imperial concubine herself has this kind of thing, but she only gave it to Zhao Ji. She raised and loved Zhao Ji as her own daughter, but she also harbored some guilt towards her sister in her heart. Apart from that, no one would let her Treat with kindness.

As for Zhao Ao, Zhao Chen, etc., they may have them, but the imperial concubine feels that they are not considered compared to Zhao Ji.

In fact, Zhao Yu probably knew his children well. He knew that only Zhao Ji ascended the throne, and other people would not die inexplicably, so he finally gave the crown prince to Zhao Ji.

"After all, he is my father, and he will not harm me like other brothers and sisters. He has always protected me. Now I see him like this, and I feel very uncomfortable."

"Silly boy, of course he won't harm you. No father or mother in the world would take the initiative to harm their own children. But, look at your brothers and sisters, they were also protected under the wings of your father." Ah. Your father will not take the initiative to harm you, but if someone blinds his eyes, it is not impossible for him to hurt you."

The author has something to say: Our Xiao Ji is very serious about dating Chu Yan, and she is even writing a love letter.

It's a pity that the villain Xiaowei (counseling) didn't reply.