Gluttonous Crown Princess

Chang'an, Qinzheng Hall.

Just after a torrential rain, the entire palace was soggy, and the sky was gloomy as if a black pot was upside down.

Empress Zhou brought the soup she boiled herself to send warmth to Emperor Zhaokang.

Unexpectedly, she stepped into the Palace of Qinzheng, and Luoyang's urgent letter was sent to Emperor Zhaokang's desk.

Emperor Zhaokang randomly pushed the soup handed by Empress Zhou aside, and first took the letter from Luoyang.

The letter contained only a few succinct and concise sentences, but it was like a bolt from the blue, which shook Emperor Zhaokang's heart and soul—

The prince was assassinated, and the concubine rescued the prince. The two fell into Luohe together, and their life or death was uncertain.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter with you?" Empress Zhou has not seen Emperor Zhaokang's somber and solemn appearance for many years. See you last time, or when Gu Yuan died...

Is it—

Empress Zhou's heart jumped suddenly, the prince had an accident in Luoyang?

Emperor Zhaokang sat on the dragon chair with a sullen face. Although he is no longer youthful, his face is still handsome, with a deep outline, and the glamorous eyebrows are the charm of a mature man, and his whole body exudes the imperial majesty.

He didn't know what he was thinking, and when he was overwhelmed, his narrow black eyes narrowed, and he turned his face to look at the Empress Zhou who was on the side, a fierce light burst from the bottom of his eyes.

There was a chill behind Empress Zhou, but she was still holding on, "Your Majesty?"

Emperor Zhaokang's thin lips lightly opened, "The prince was assassinated in Luoyang and his whereabouts are unknown..."

Although I guessed some, I heard Emperor Zhaokang say it, and Empress Zhou was unavoidably surprised. Her face turned pale and frowned, "How could this be? How can there be an assassin in a good manner? What do the soldiers of Luoyang Mansion do for food? Your Majesty, don't be too anxious. Prince Jiren has a natural state, and there will be nothing wrong."

Emperor Zhaokang glanced at her diagonally, "I am so relieved to see that the queen is so worried about the prince's safety."

The meaning of this is unclear, and Empress Zhou's heart shuddered and said softly, "The concubine is a queen, and the prince is the prince of the prince. If this happens, the concubine must be worried for him."

If you change to the stepmother of an ordinary person, you will definitely say something like "Even though he is not my own person, I treat him as my own."

But Queen Zhou did not dare.

Many years ago, she once said this, in exchange for a ridicule from Emperor Zhaokang, "The prince was born in Yuanyuan, what does it have to do with you?"

This sentence, like a poisonous thorn, pierced her heart deeply, and every time she thought of it, it was a tingling pain.

In his eyes, Gu Yuan is good everywhere, how can she compare with her Zhou Mingyan?

Queen Zhou bitterly thought, yes, Gu Yuan is good everywhere, but she still doesn't love you, you hold a heart in front of her, and she doesn't rarely take a look. You a powerful and powerful emperor, isn't you a pitiful beast thirsting for love in front of her?

Thinking of this, she felt happy and...uncomfortable.

When this happened, Emperor Zhaokang was naturally not in the mood to drink any tonic soup, and sat at the desk and began to write the imperial decree.

Empress Zhou was also acquainted and took the initiative to retreat.

This head had just left the government hall, and the rain that hadn't rested for a long time fell again, and the thunder **** rumbling, a shining and terrible electric light gleamed in the air.

Empress Zhou narrowed her eyes and sighed, "It's about to enter summer, and the rain will increase."

The grand palace lady held an umbrella for her and asked in a low voice, "Manny, the prince he..."

Empress Zhou's face sank suddenly, her two delicate eyebrows were tightened, and her breathing became slow.

Who caused the assassination of the prince?

Is it the brother's side? No, my elder brother has always been meticulous and will never make such a dangerous move.

Is it... Cheung Chau?

As soon as this thought came out, Queen Zhou felt more and more uneasy as she thought about it, and under the gorgeous phoenix robe, the jade fingers dyed with bright red curd gradually tightened.

She gritted her teeth, "Go, go and call the third prince to my palace."

Before the grand lady could agree, she suddenly changed her words, "No, no, now I call out, but it seems that I am guilty of conscience..."

At this time, you can't act rashly.

It was night, the sky was dark, and there was no star or moon.

In the Yongwei Houfu, Zhang Huang, who has always been dignified and steady, ran to the study in a loss, regardless of the obstruction of his servants, and directly pushed the door open.

Yong Weihou was burning something, and suddenly saw Zhang break in, his expression changed, "Madam, why are you here?"

Zhang's eyebrows couldn't hide his worry, "I heard that the prince had an accident, and our Ati, she also had an accident together, is this true?"

Yongwei waited for a moment and pursed his lips.

Zhang was anxious, and went forward to pull him, "Talk to you!"

Yongwei waited with a green face, and said solemnly, "There is such a thing."

Zhang's body shook, if he hadn't held the desk in time, he would have fallen.

"How could this happen, how could this happen...Who ate the guts of the bear heart and leopard and dared to attack the prince?" Zhang fell into a chair, muttering absent-mindedly.

"Oh, I'm hiding it from you, I'm just afraid that you will be worried if you know... I didn't expect you to know it." Yong Weihou shook his head and sighed.

Zhang stayed for a long time, and countless thoughts flashed in her mind. Finally, she stood up and said, "I have to find her!"

Yong Weihou thought he had heard it wrong, but saw Zhang's face serious, "I have to go to Ati... I have a close friend Alu, her husband is the governor of Bianzhou, Bianzhou is close to Luoyang, I will go Find her and see if her husband can send some soldiers to find..."

"Naughty!" Yongwei waited. "The whole city of Luoyang is looking for them, and hundreds of guards who drove with them are also looking for them. If you want to use Bianzhou's troops, your majesty will definitely make an order, where do you want you to run? go?"

With tears in Zhang’s eyes, he reproached himself, “I blame me, I blame me... If I hadn’t married her in the first place, it wouldn’t happen... Before she left Chang’an, I didn’t meet her, she felt I’m afraid I’m still complaining..."

The thought of her daughter's life and death uncertain now, and he was still gambling with her before, Zhang's heart ached.

Yongwei waited for a while, but still couldn't bear it, stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder, comforting a few words.

Zhang cried for a while, looking at Yong Weihou with full of tears, and whispered, "You tell me the truth, was this assassination a ghost of the Zhou family?"

Yong Weihou's expression stiffened, "How do I know?"

"Don't think that I don't know the thoughts of you and Erfang. Your daughter is married to the prince, but you secretly approach the Zhou family and support the third prince!"

"You... don't talk nonsense!"

"I'm talking nonsense? Are you planning to marry Si Niang to Saburo from Zhou's house so that you can get married with Zhou's family." Zhang snorted, "Tao Bosong, you are so cruel. You have thought of a way out so quickly...Yes, Aha. Ti is a daughter, and she never invites you to see you. You have so many children, why would you consider her?"

Yong Weihou took a step back and said coldly, "Why are you doing this again? It's really unreasonable!"

Zhang smiled, "Unreasonable, you know that I am unreasonable! I was blind to marry you at the beginning."

The two of you came and went, and quarreled tit-for-tat.

The original Ye Mingzhu has also been polished into fish-eyes by the long years of more than 20 years, and his affection has become more and more faint.

In the end, the quarrel was over, no one was pleased, and they broke up.

Zhang rushed out of the study and wiped away tears along the way. She values ​​dignity and dignity on weekdays, but she left them all behind.

She knelt in front of the small Buddha hall and prayed devoutly, "I ask the Bodhisattva to bless the two children, Ati and Yan'er, and the believer is willing to use her life for them to return safely."

I don't know how long she has been sitting on the futon, as if her life is so long, her tears are about to shed.