Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

It was the first time for Rong Yu to see such a real royal inner garden. The palaces and pavilions stood majestically, and the carved dragons and painted buildings were magnificent.In his previous life, he had also been to many imperial cities, but unlike the aura of those places that had become tourist attractions, this Anyang palace had an unsettling and oppressive aura of royal authority.

The palace people were in a hurry, but they didn't make much noise. Everyone even breathed cautiously. After passing through many palaces, Rong Yu finally came to Xuanzong's bedroom.

Outside the main hall of the bedroom, hundreds of people knelt down, everyone had a sad look on their faces, and some even cried, not knowing whether they were sincere or not.

Rong Yu swallowed her saliva, and she was even more certain of her guess when she came.

The father-in-law who brought him only asked him to stay where he was for a while, and then went to the hall. After a while, an old eunuch with a mournful face walked towards him holding a whisk.

"Is it Young Master Rong Yu?"

Rong Yu said yes.

The old eunuch wiped the corners of his eyes and said respectfully, "My lord, follow me in."

Rong Yu nodded and followed the footsteps of the old eunuch to the bedroom.

The Qiyang Palace where the emperor lived was quiet, and just as Rong Yu entered the gate, the old eunuch retreated.

The room was quiet, filled with light smoke and a warm fragrance.Before he looked at it for a while, he heard a slight noise coming from inside, and a faint figure appeared from the golden veil in front of him. When he opened it, Song Yanming's heavy face appeared in front of him. There was a gleam of light in front of his eyes, but he didn't say anything, he just stepped forward to hold his hand, then opened the veil and walked inside.

The temperature inside was even higher. The golden bone charcoal in the beast head copper stove was glowing red. Next to the copper stove was a big bright yellow bed. He could vaguely see a person lying in it, and he knew that it was the master of Bei'an Dynasty, Song Yanming's biological father, Xuanzong.

At this moment, he was lying quietly, as if he had fallen asleep. A child about three years old was kneeling upright in front of the bed. He was wearing a bright yellow prince's robe, with a childish face. Tired, but he still straightened his back and knelt, looking like a little grown-up.

Rong Yu looked at Song Yanming with questioning eyes. Song Yanming shook his head lightly, and led him to the official hat chair aside to signal him to sit down. Immediately, he went back and half-bent and said something to the prince. The prince's eyes widened. Liang, with a slightly relieved expression on his face, quickly stood up.

Rong Yu also stood up and nodded slightly at him, while looking at the young emperor Renzong who Song Yanming would assist in the future. A Mingjun was appointed, and the national fortune of Bei'an Dynasty was pushed to the peak.

Renzong once had a large number of capable ministers, but it seems that the emperor is a bit weak. It is not a good thing for a weak monarch and a strong minister, but Renzong's life is smooth and good. This is due to the cabinet rebuilt by Song Yanming in the future. The cabinet is divided into three divisions and six departments. Containing each other and balancing each other, since the Renzong Dynasty, this cabinet has also become the highest staff and decision-making body of the Bei'an Dynasty in the future.

The prince knelt for a long time, his legs and feet were already numb, but he also politely saluted Rong Yu, and then Song Yanming took him to the outer hall to rest and eat some fruit, tea and other things.

After Song Yanming settled the crown prince and came in, seeing Rong Yu staring at the dragon bed blankly, this was a disrespectful act, but Song Yanming knew that there was no respect in his heart, so he didn't remind him, just walked over and whispered Ask him if he is tired or hungry.

Rong Yu shook her head, pulled him down, and caressed his tired face.

He probably hasn't slept much in the past three days, and his face is very haggard.

Song Yanming was afraid that he would think too much, so he leaned into Rong Yu's ear to reassure him first, "Don't be afraid, Your Majesty... just want to see you."

In fact, Rong Yu almost knew that the emperor had accepted his existence, but he didn't know how Song Yanming could say it. He pursed his lips, revealing two shallow dimples, and squeezed his hand tightly. .

Half a day passed, and Xuanzong still hadn't woken up. Rong Yu was six months pregnant and couldn't sit for a long time. Naturally, it was hard work, but he just adjusted his sitting posture and continued to wait.

Song Yanming caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, came over quietly, and gently kneaded the sore and weak waist for him.

Rong Yu's heart felt sore, she only said softly: "I'm not tired, just rest for a while, don't worry about me."

Song Yanming stroked his hair with pity, without stopping kneading, Rong Yu sighed, the two of them had a tacit understanding and affection, it was easy to talk about.

Eunuch Xi walked in, whispered something to Song Yanming, Song Yanming nodded, and let him go down, said to Rong Yu,

"I'll take the crown prince to Qintian Palace. If there is any movement from His Majesty, Eunuch Xi will wait outside the door, just let me know."

Rong Yu nodded, "You go."

When the two retreated, Rong Yu moved her sore waist a little, thinking that she didn't know when Xuanzong would wake up, let alone what he would say to him at that time, or just wanted to see the person who charmed his son before he died. What does it look like?

Rong Yu smiled wryly, and raised his heavy eyelids. Song Yanming had been in the palace for three days, and he couldn't rest well at home. Now he was sitting here for a long time, and he was even more tired. He changed his posture, but his eyelids were Getting heavier.

Rong Yu was afraid that he would fall asleep in this hall, so he got up immediately, walked quietly to the outer hall, paced around, trying to relieve his drowsiness a little,

When he opened the veil and returned to the inner hall, he found that the curtain on the dragon bed was trembling slightly, and a shadowy figure seemed to sit up, with a hoarse voice like a nightmare,

"Wan'er?"

Rong Yu's heart tightened, "Your Majesty?"

Following the sound of His Majesty, the bed curtain was torn apart forcefully, and a man with gray temples and a majestic face looked at him in disbelief, his eyes widened, his lips parted, and he raised his trembling hand,

"Wan... Wan'er..."

Rong Yu wanted to turn around and call for someone to come, but Xuanzong immediately threw off the quilt and got out of bed in a hurry, Rong Yu didn't know that the person who was on the verge of death could be so fast, he wobbled forward in three steps at a time , his eyes were red, his big palm like eagle claws grabbed his wrist, and pulled him towards him,

"Wan'er, I had a hard time finding you!"

Rong Yu was taken aback by his crazy appearance, and didn't know how to react for a while, and immediately, there was a sound of hurried footsteps in his ear,

"His Majesty!"

Song Yanming had seen the scene before him when he entered the door, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support Xuanzong,

"Your Majesty, he is not Mrs. Gu!"

Xuanzong froze as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, and his pupils burning like flames gradually became clear. He still stared at Rongyu, looking up and down, as if he wanted to see a hole in his body, and the roots of his teeth stood out. , the eyes are more like stormy waves,

"Where are you from?"

Song Yanming's eyes were cloudy, his Adam's apple rolled,

"Your Majesty, he is Rong Yu."

"You answer me!"

Xuanzong turned a deaf ear to Song Yanming's words, and just stared at Rong Yu. Rong Yu looked at Song Yanming, then at Xuanzong, and swallowed his saliva, feeling more and more uneasy in his heart, and only tried to calm down.

"Chuzhou... I am from Chuzhou."

"What is your birthday?"

"I am an orphan. I was adopted by the Rong family in Chuzhou 19 years ago. My date of birth is unknown."

Xuanzong muttered to himself, "19 years ago...Chuzhou..."

There is no way in the world that there are two people who are so similar, unless... His palms tightened suddenly,

"Is there a scarlet birthmark about an inch on your left thigh?"

"how do you know?"

It was very disrespectful to reply, but Rong Yu couldn't care too much anymore.

He did have a birthmark on his body, the place was rotten, and when he lingered in the room, Song Yanming would often kiss him and tease him that it was red plums and snowy jade. Glancing at Song Yanming, the other party's eyes were also filled with shock.

But Xuanzong suddenly showed a sad smile,

"Wan'er... Heh... Wan'er..."

He let go of Rong Yu's wrist, stumbled a few steps, his throat gurgled, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Song Yanming was shocked, and hurriedly supported Xuanzong, while turning around to tell Rong Yu,

"Go and call the imperial physician!"

Rong Yu was still in shock, but immediately went to the door and asked Eunuch Xi to call the imperial doctor.

After a while, five or six imperial physicians filed in, knelt down in front of the dragon bed, and took the emperor's pulse and needles.

Rong Yu's heart was pounding, his face was extremely pale, he took a few steps back, held onto the handle of the chair beside him, trying to suppress the uneasy thoughts in his heart, he raised his head, looked towards the dragon bed, but bumped into Looked at Song Yanming's eyes, but seeing his eyes hurt, he moved away.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Rong Yu's back, and his heart was beating extremely fast. The fetus in the womb seemed to feel his uneasiness and moved. Rong Yu couldn't help but gently comfort him with his hand.

More than half an hour has passed, and the imperial physicians finally retreated one after another.

Only Eunuch Xi and the three of them were left in the house.

Xuanzong's lips turned pale, and his complexion was worse than before, but his mind was extremely clear, and he sat up slowly. Song Yanming supported him, and said in a hoarse voice,

"Your Majesty, would you like some water?"

Xuanzong waved his hands feebly, and said calmly, "Send the eunuch who writes."

This sound made Song Yanming's pupils shrink suddenly, "Your Majesty!"

"Biography!" Xuanzong shouted coldly!

Eunuch Xi went down immediately, Song Yanming clasped his hands tightly, even though Rong Yu was so far away from him, he could see his trembling,

Song Yanming was the one who was not surprised when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him. It was the first time Rong Yu saw him like this, his heart was like falling into an ice cave, and his whole body was icy cold.

The eunuch who wrote the pen came up quickly. He knelt in front of the dragon bed, and someone else brought him a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Xuanzong coughed heavily, and said in a hoarse voice,

"Confer the title of King Rongyu Guang'an in Chuzhou, grant the land of Shu, seal ten thousand households, and go there today."

"His Majesty!"

Song Yanming was eager to stop him, and immediately knelt down, his voice was heavy and desolate,

"I beg Your Majesty to take back the imperial decree!"

"Write!"

Even though Xuanzong was almost exhausted, his voice was still loud and even stern.

The eunuch who was writing the pen had never seen such a situation before, his hands trembled, and he almost stained the imperial decree with thick ink.

Xuanzong glanced hastily, closed his eyes,

"Palmprint."

Xi Gonggong was about to step back, but Song Yanming tightly held the hand holding the imperial decree, unable to move.

Eunuch Xi has been in office for many years, but when Song Yanming was such a madman, he was stunned for a while, not knowing what to do.

Rong Yu stood outside the situation, but was deeply involved in the situation. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip tightly.

In the end, Xuanzong gave in. He personally took the imperial decree from Song Yanming's hand that had not yet been stamped, his eyes were full of tiredness,

"Go back."

Eunuch Xi winked, and hurriedly called everyone in the hall to go down.

Inside the hall, it was extremely quiet.

Xuanzong looked at Song Yanming who was kneeling by the bed, then at Rongyu,

"come over."

Rong Yu trembled and walked over with her feet lifted. The distance was only five or six meters, but Rong Yu seemed to be walking on thousands of mountains and rivers.

When he knelt in front of the dragon bed, Xuanzong spoke slowly,

"You were born on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the sixth year of the Chaoyuan Dynasty. I was very happy when the sun and the moon were full."

Xuanzong had peaceful eyes, like a benevolent father. He looked at Song Yanming and said softly,

"Ming'er, I never told you that you still have a younger brother."