Wishful Things

Under the corridor, Emperor Qingming gathered the thin cloak on Concubine Rong's body, and said in a gentle voice: "My concubine, go back, it's raining and windy, don't catch cold again."

If Han Yan hadn't entered the palace suddenly, he planned to stay here for a longer time.

However, a woman in her twenties was born beautiful and pleasant, and not only did she not lose any of her complexion during pregnancy, but under careful nursing, it became even more feminine.

At this moment, after listening to Emperor Qingming's words, she nodded slightly.

On the lips, she still insisted gently: "The concubine watched His Majesty leave."

Emperor Qingming could only smile and nod in agreement with her.

After leaving the Yongfu Palace, Emperor Qingming was still in a good mood even though the corners of his robe were slightly wet from the rain.

The imperial physician just checked the pulse of Concubine Rong today, and said that the fetus is stable and everything is fine.

And several imperial physicians said that nine out of ten this baby will be a boy.

This means that in another three months, he will be able to add a prince to his knees.

When he is older, if he is considered intelligent, he can successfully take over the position of the prince and stabilize the hearts of the court.

Sheng'er's left hand is now unable to move.

Because I don't want the courtiers to talk about it endlessly, the news has not yet spread. The girl from the Xu family and her maid also made a promise that day that they would never spread this matter to the outside world.

But when it was necessary for Sheng'er to give up the crown prince, this was a legitimate reason.

A weak and disabled prince is naturally unfit to be the crown prince of a country.

But even if there is no such thing, Sheng'er's physical condition is such that he has not been sitting in the prince's position for a long time.

Thinking of this son, Emperor Qingming sighed slightly in his heart.

It's not that he's biased.

On the contrary, since Sheng'er was born, he had people carefully teach and train him, intending to pass it on to this son.

It was his own fault for being too disappointing.

Frail, and without talent, do not want to make progress.

As a father, he has done enough.

And he was also very sad to make such a decision before - but besides being a father, he was also an emperor.

Many times, he has no choice.

This dragon chair was not stable enough for him to sit far away, and the mountains and rivers under the dragon chair were also precarious.

For this reason, there are still many things he needs to do, and he has to give up some things in exchange for greater benefits and stability.

Under the canopy of the dragon chariot, Emperor Qingming's eyes were bottomless.

"My humble minister sees the emperor."

In the imperial study room, Han Yan, who was wearing the uniform of the police officer, saluted Emperor Qingming.

"Why did you enter the palace at this time?" Emperor Qingming sat down behind the desk and asked Han Yan.

Han Yan recounted what the two subordinates heard at Xia's house today.

Emperor Qingming couldn't help frowning.

"Evil? The appearance of this evil is a bit of a coincidence."

Although he had to believe some of these things, but when he heard about this, he subconsciously wanted to think elsewhere.

After all, his main job is to be an emperor, not a full-time monk.

The matter of Xia Han has been raging a lot lately. At this time, a Taoist suddenly said that the Xia family has evil spirits...

And it seems to be in Xia Han's residence?

"Did the Taoist explain what the evil spirit was born from?" Emperor Qingming asked.

Han Yan thought about it and replied: "I didn't mention it specifically, but the meaning in the words seems to imply something related to Xia Hanlin. Therefore, it is said that the person who untied the bell must tie it."

He also thought it was too much of a coincidence.

It can be said that the Taoist said something serious, and was later detained by Mrs. Xia in the mansion, but he didn't show any fear, as if he was very sure of what he said.

"This person also bluntly said that there will be a warning in Fengtian Temple tonight?"

"Return to Your Majesty, that's right."

Emperor Qingming only felt that this person's arrogance was a little ridiculous, so he couldn't help laughing.

The Fengtian Temple has just been repaired for less than half a month, and it has not yet been opened, so what warning will there be?

But if there is no follow-through at all, why specifically mention Fengtian Temple?

Or--

Is the other party sure to take this "warning" seriously?

"Add more people to guard the inside and outside of Fengtian Hall tonight. Apart from guarding against assassins, we must also carefully check every palace person who enters and exits. If there is any abnormality, we must strictly investigate." Emperor Qingming confessed.

He suspected that someone deliberately took advantage of Xia Han's incident to cause other troubles, so as to drive a wedge between him and Xia Tingzhen's relationship between monarch and minister.

But the other party picked the wrong person.

Although he is not credulous, and has always been extremely guarded, he and Xia Tingzhen are not comparable to ordinary monarchs and ministers.

Before the first emperor became emperor, Xia Tingzhen had been planning everything for him, step by step, and secretly helped him a lot.

Even now in private, he still respectfully calls the other party "teacher".

What's more, Xia Tingzhen is capable.

Without Xia Tingzhen, it would be equivalent to having an arm cut off.

It is precisely because of this importance that he is particularly sensitive to the possible estrangement at the moment.

And there are too many people who have a reason to do so.

Yan Wang, Jing Wang, Zhen Guogong, Wu family...officials who disagree with Xia Qing, even the enemy country...

He needs to keep a vigilant mind all the time.

Recently, he was really displeased by Xia Han's matter, but after all, it was just a trivial matter, and he also believed that Xia Aiqing would be able to deal with it in time.

Han Yan responded immediately.

Emperor Qingming looked at Li Ji who was beside him and asked, "Where is Xia Qing now?"

"Back to the emperor, Master Xia is still discussing matters with several adults in Wenyuan Pavilion, do you want me to invite you here?"

Emperor Qingming shook his head slightly.

"No need."

He just wanted to know if Xia Aiqing knew about the Taoist at home.

He knew that Xia Aiqing would not be the kind of person who would hide things and not report them.

After Han Yan left, seeing that the rain was only increasing outside the imperial study room, Li Ji asked softly, "Your Majesty, would you like to drive back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to rest?"

Your Majesty has already had dinner at Concubine Rong's place, there is no important business to deal with today, so it is supposed to rest early.

After all, His Majesty has been using the tonic formula presented by Xia Shoufu recently. The imperial doctor said that this kind of tonic needs to be supplemented with proper work and rest in order to exert its best effect.

As for what kind of supplements...

Cough, anyway, he is completely useless as a eunuch.

"Go to the queen."

While speaking, Emperor Qingming stood up.

Recently, he often went to Concubine Rong's place. Even though the queen is virtuous and generous, she is still a woman after all, and she is used to being favored alone.

He still needs to go to appease one or two.

Shengjia soon arrived outside Yukun Palace.

When the queen heard about this, the honey tea in her hand suddenly became less sweet.

It's raining so hard, and you still have to come and see her. This affectionate scene doesn't have to be so complete, right?

But the other party was so serious, she couldn't help cheering her on, she could only greet her with a smile, and showed a suitable expression of emotion: "Why does your majesty brave the rain to see my concubine... Mammy, quickly bring the hot ginger tea A bowl, give it to your majesty to quench the cold."

good morning~~~~

Waving a small handkerchief and begging for a monthly pass