The High Gate Mistress of Rebirth

Chapter 67 Go back and wait for me

Speaking of Qingluan, Xu Wanning casually chatted with Jingshu: "I don't understand how noble this imperial cousin, a princess, is. She! But she has a sad and sick body. Every time I see her, she is miserable.

It’s so sad, I don’t know where she got all those worries at such a young age.”

Jingshu asked: "The last time you went to the palace with your grandmother, how was it when you met her?"

Xu Wanning replied: "She is still so weak that she can't hold back the wind. She pulls her grandmother and cries, her tears fall endlessly. I hate to see anything like this. Crying makes people upset."

As she spoke, she took a sip of tea, sighed and complained: "I originally planned to get into the palace easily, but at least I let the female officer lead me around to broaden my horizons, but who would have thought that entering her Yilan Palace would be...

I kept listening to her cry and didn't go anywhere." Xu Wanning sighed leisurely: "Hey! What a pity, this rare opportunity was wasted."

After hearing Xu Wanning's words, Li Xian couldn't help but snorted in a low voice.

Xu Wanning was like a big aggressive rooster. Even Li Xian's inaudible scolding could not escape her sharp ears.

She turned her head, stared at Li Xian, and said in a low voice: "Why are you humming? You think I am worthless! Haha, you are promising, haha, if you are really talented, you can earn a living for me.

, I am also like my grandmother, whenever I want to go to the palace for a walk, I just hand in a sign and someone will arrange it."

Li Xian's face turned livid at his rebuke, and he couldn't help but feel angry in front of everyone. He flung his sleeves angrily, stood up, and left the table angrily.

Seeing that he had been defeated, Xu Wanning let out a long breath.

On the first seat, the old lady who was envied by Xu Wanning was very happy today. What an honor it was for her grandson to command thousands of troops in front of the emperor and attract the attention of everyone. In addition, I heard from the female official who came just now that her precious granddaughter had been put to bed recently.

Well, her anxious heart was finally comforted.

The Duke of Zhen Guo has been ill all year round and rarely comes out. Today is the time when his son is in the limelight, so he makes an exception and goes out.

He is tall and tall, and he was also a man of impressive appearance when he was young. However, he has been ill for many years, and now his face is full of vicissitudes of life, and he no longer has the luster he once had.

He sat next to the old lady with a soft pillow. Seeing that his mother was happy today, the Duke of Zhen was relieved.

He knew very well that his mother's life, although glorious, was filled with endless suffering. Two daughters died tragically in the palace, and the second son died young. Of the four children, he was the only one left.

, but has been bedridden all year round.

Over the years, he has been holding on for breath, firstly for his mother, and secondly for his wife.

He didn't want his mother to experience the heart-breaking pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person to someone else again, and he also hoped that he would have a chance to resolve the feud with his wife during his lifetime.

The Duke of Zhenguo felt sad. He raised his head and looked at his wife on the high platform. Princess Fuxi was sitting next to Emperor Ming at the moment.

He couldn't remember how many years he hadn't seen her, and since that incident, she had never seen him again. Even though he stood in front of her door in the cold wind, frost and snow, thinking all he could

I tried to explain it to her, but she didn't show any mercy.

She was so determined, not giving him even a chance.

Duke Zhenguo sat calmly, looking solemnly at his wife's blurry figure hidden under layers of yellow curtains on the high platform. The pain in his heart once again rolled violently like a raging tide.

While he was feeling very distressed here, his old friend and comrade-in-arms Zhou Yi came over.

He greeted the old lady gently and respectfully, and then sat down next to the Duke of Zhenguo.

"You should be happy to see Brother Ling be so successful," Zhou Yi said.

Duke Zhen Guo retracted his thoughts, couldn't help coughing twice, and replied with a smile: "It's embarrassing to say that Brother Ling's success has nothing to do with me as a father. It's all thanks to you as an uncle.

.”

Hearing this, the old lady also turned to look at Zhou Yi, and continued: "That's right. Before Brother Ling grows up, our boss has recovered from his constipation. You are not the one who took Brother Ling to the battlefield for the first time.

Are you alive?"

Zhou Yi smiled and replied: "Auntie is serious. It must be something Ling Ge has the talent to do and is willing to make progress. I don't dare to be greedy for credit."

After sitting for most of the day, Zhenguo Gong's body was already a little overwhelmed, and he couldn't help but cough from time to time.

Zhou Yi patted him on the back and said, "Oh! Time is not forgiving, and we are all old in a blink of an eye."

The old lady looked at Zhou Yi's hair growing on her temples and couldn't help but feel sad.

They have been friends with General Zhou's palace for generations. The gentle and upright Major General Zhou Yi and her A-Tian were childhood sweethearts. Zhou Yi was passionate about her daughter. When he learned that A-Tian entered the palace, he

The figure of the major general kneeling stubbornly in front of their house still lingers in her mind, and she can't get rid of it.

If she had tried her best to stop her husband and prevent her little daughter from entering the palace, so that the lovers could be married. With Zhou Yi's character, she would definitely take good care of her daughter all her life, and her lively and bright little daughter would not end up like this.

Such a tragic end.

Zhou Yi was chatting with Duke Zhen, and asked the old lady seemingly unintentionally: "I heard from my wife that my aunt entered the palace a while ago?"

Of course the old lady understood that he wanted to inquire about Qingluan, which shows that even though her A-Tian has been gone for so many years, the person who once loved her deeply still has not let go.

The old lady had mixed emotions and forced a smile to reply: "I went to see the Ninth Princess."

Zhou Yi looked at the old lady blankly, wanting to ask but hesitated.

The old lady continued: "Ninth Princess is fine, but her body will inevitably become weaker after this illness. Fortunately, a female official came here just now and said that she is much better these days."

Hearing what the old lady said, Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

The old lady also let out a long sigh, thinking in her heart: If he and A-Tian had been married back then, the couple would have had many children and grandchildren now.

At dusk, the sparrows returned to their nests. The loud trumpet sounded, marking the end of Daqi's military parade, which was held once every three years.

The yellow sand in the sky outside Chang'an City suddenly faded away, and the bright yellow ceremonial guards on the high platform slowly moved towards the imperial city.

Against the setting sun and flowing clouds, Li Ling, dressed in shining armor, walked towards his family.

He walked up to the old lady, his father and Zhou Yi, clasped his hands in his fists, and said gently: "Grandma, father, Uncle Zhou."

The old lady nodded with tears in her eyes. Zhou Yi reached out and patted his shoulder, sighing: "There is someone who will succeed Da Qi!"

The Duke of Zhenguo coughed twice and said to his son: "You will have to go to the palace to meet the saint later, so go ahead and do your work." When his son turned around to leave, he whispered again: "Your mother is also in the palace.

, you go and see her."

Li Ling nodded, and before turning to leave, he walked up to Jingshu. He still had the cold and solemn face when he was commanding thousands of troops under the city, but his eyes looked at her with tenderness.

The golden helmet on his head reflected the setting sun with its dazzling brilliance, making it difficult to open one's eyes. Jingshu stood in front of him not far away and said calmly: "You go and do your work first."

He looked at her and replied: "Go back and wait for me."

After saying that, he turned around and strode down from the tower, mounted his horse, and headed towards the imperial city.

(End of chapter)