After Dawn Chapter 35: Male Emperor (2)

"I don't want to be rich and rich, I don't want to be remembered by the world, I just want to find the same wife and master, I just want to be able to live a lifetime...cough..."

She chuckled lightly. When people miss the good things in the past, they always feel that the pain is not so hard.

"At that time, I thought, what kind of woman do I need to be able to catch your eyes and make you one for the rest of your life."

There are more men than women in the Fengtian Dynasty. Although it is not a compulsory policy for one woman to have more husbands, it is also a tacit custom. No matter how the husband and wife are deeply in love, the owner of the wife will inevitably be forced to raise a family under the pressure of the family. Two little waiters.

"I thought it would be a commoner scholar, but I didn't expect you to be the emperor." Jiang Jing said.

A servant hurriedly walked in from the door, Jiang Jing recognized her, she was Feng Qingran's close confidant, and Feng Qingran handed over many important things to her.

The visitor kneeled respectfully, not daring to look up at the two of them: "Your Majesty, your medicine is ready."

"Come in."

"Yes."

Jiang Jing vaguely heard the voice of the imperial doctor outside: "Ru aunt, this medicine..."

"Leave it to me."

When the woman called Ru aunt came in again, she was already holding a bowl of dark medicinal soup in her hand, and a stench filled the entire hall instantly.

Jiang Jing covered his mouth with discomfort, suppressing the urge to vomit.

"I'll do it." He stretched out his hand, took the medicine bowl held by Aunt Ru, picked up the spoon, and planned to feed it to Qingran.

"No need." Qing Ran took the bowl, the temperature of the tentacles was just right, neither hot nor cold, she raised her head and poured it down. The spilled concoction fell into her jacket, dyeing her yellow undershirt black.

With a "pop", the porcelain bowl containing the medicine fell to the ground and shattered.

"Ahem..."

"Your Majesty!" Jiang Jing called, filled with anxiety and worry.

"It's okay," Qing Ran clapped his hand and said, "Do you think I feel much better after drinking the medicine?"

"The people in the hospital are not all trash."

She said, Aunt Ru, who was ignored by the two of them, squatted down silently, picked up the pieces on the ground into the tray, and carefully gathered the fine porcelain **** together with her hands, and grabbed it little by little into the tray in.

She moves slowly, as if she is doing something very relaxing and pleasant.

"Aru, go down." Qing Ran, who noticed this scene, ordered.

"Yes."

The medicine prescribed by the Taiyuan Hospital is really miraculous, but within a quarter of an hour, Qing Ran's originally weak body was already full of strength, and she, who was still half-dead in Jiang Jing's arms, was able to sit up and get out of bed to walk.

"Jing'er, look, my body is much better," she said.

"Well." Jiang Jing nodded and suppressed the unease that had risen in his heart. At this time, he would rather believe that Qing Ran was really getting better, "The emperor will be able to return to the court soon."

"Jing'er, come with me."

……

Since Feng Qingran ascended the throne, she has reduced the number of people in the Fengtian Palace to a minimum. Walking in the huge palace, it is rare to see the palace staff.

Under Qing Ran's orders, no palace servants followed behind the two, but Jiang Jing knew that for the safety of the emperor and the empress, many secret guards would definitely follow.

The first place the two went was an old palace.

The red wooden door has faded a bit, leaving traces of wind and rain. I don't know how long it has been refurbished, but it has been wiped clean. I think someone often takes care of it.

Feng Qingran has only Jiang Jing in her harem. The courtiers asked her to accept more male concubines many times, and to spread the branches and leaves for the weak royal bloodline, but she rejected them one by one. Why do the royal family need so much blood? In the end, it is not the end of the flesh and blood, it is better to guard the person you love and live a good life.

Jiang Jing was also a little surprised to see this place.

Since entering the palace, he has only been here once, and on the day of the empress, Feng Qingran took him out of the palace of the queen while taking advantage of the candles in the bridal chamber, and went to this place secretly.

"We go to the Queen."

As soon as the door is opened, the pink and white begonia flowers are full of trees.

It was the harsh winter when the two got married, and it was the New Year's time, when the sky was snowing heavily, and it was night when Feng Qingran brought Jiang Jing to this place, so he didn't even notice that there were a lot of begonia trees planted in it.

"My father likes Begonia flowers the most. Every year when Begonia flowers bloom, he always likes to stand under the tree and let the Queen Mother paint for him."

"The relationship between the father and the queen mother is really good." Jiang Jing sincerely praised that even if it is an ordinary couple, the wife owner cannot have so much leisure time. Every year, he paints a picture for his husband. .

Unexpectedly, Qing Ran shook her head: "In the year my father passed away, the queen mother did not paint him a portrait."

"The seven kings launched a rebellion, and the queen mother was too busy fighting the rebels to take care of her father and queen in the harem."

"The father and queen at that time coincided with the juncture of giving birth to Hua Yan, but suffered the calculations of other male concubines and died in the childbirth."

She chuckles.

"After the mother said she loved her father, there are still countless male concubines and servants in the harem."

"She protects the queen with innocence and simplicity, but she takes off his hardest layer of armor."

"Once the Queen Mother leaves, the Queen loses her ability to protect herself."

Jiang Jing held her hand.

"The Queen Mother is selfish but cruel. After all, the person she loves the most is not herself."

"You are not the Queen Mother." Jiang Jing said, looking at her firmly: "You are Qingran, Feng Qingran, you are not the same as the Queen Mother."

You didn't take a male concubine, and you didn't try to make him a canary.

"No, I'm the same as the Queen Mother."

"I originally planned to send you to Jiangnan after I died, so that you could live the rest of your life happily."

"You won't." Jiang Jing held her hand tightly.

"I will," she met his eyes, "you know, I will."

"Feng family is like this, always love in a selfish and cruel way."

"Give all the things that you think are the best to the people you love, but never care whether the things are really suitable for them."

"You didn't." Jiang Jing said, and when Qing Ran said these words to him at this time, it was proof that she had changed her mind, "I won't go either."

Between the two of them, they are both monarchs and ministers, and more importantly, husband and wife. He would never want to live alone after her death.

"Fool." She scolded with a laugh.

"Would you like to know why I changed my mind?" she asked.

Jiang Jing said calmly, "If the emperor wants to say it, the courtier will naturally want to know."

Qing Ran laughed, but with a sigh, she stopped and turned to look at Jiang Jing. Jiang Jing was the tallest man in the Nvzun Kingdom, and he was actually more than half a head taller than Qingran. She raised her hand and took off the begonia petals that fell beside Jiang Jing's ear. Some complained: "When I married you, you were only as tall as my shoulders, who would have known how fast you would grow up later."

"It's actually even taller than me, and I have lost the dignity of the queen."

"Do you regret it, Qingran?" he asked.

Qing Ran laughed: "I don't regret it."

From the first time they met, she knew that she would not regret it, and that she knew the person in front of her for the rest of her life.

As if thinking of something, her eyes became dark and she raised her hand to stroke his neck.

"Yesterday, I had a dream."

"In my dream, I died, and my people sent you to another courtyard in Jiangnan according to the plan."

"And then what?" Jiang Jing asked.

"And then you also died." She said, "You hanged yourself on the beam of the other courtyard with the red silk from our wedding, and the direction you were looking at was the capital."

He has a look I know.

"If the emperor is dead now, I will be buried." He said, without the slightest perfunctory attitude in his words.

"Cough..." Qing Ran coughed lightly, then avoided the topic, "Jing'er, let me draw a picture for you."

"There are old clothes of my father in this palace. If you change them, it can be regarded as my regret for being a father."

"Okay," he replied.

……

In the spring of March, there are many begonias, and the beauty is picturesque.

Jiang Jing stood under the begonia tree, and the pink begonia flowers fell one after another. Qing Ran, who was painting not far away, looked up at him from time to time, and their eyes were full of affection.

When Feng Hua came, what she saw was such a picture that made her jealous.

"Sister Huang, your health is not good, how can you run around." She frowned and said, with a look of caring for her Huangjie.

Qingran sneered in her heart, but the expression on her face was that Feng Qingran was as gentle as ever when she was facing Feng Huayan.

"Rarely felt stronger today, so I thought of taking Jing'er to the palace of my father's queen to have a look."

"How can the royal sister of the queen's palace bring outsiders in." She said dissatisfiedly. In fact, she didn't have much deep feelings for the queen who died in childbirth when she gave birth to herself. Feelings, after all, she has not been able to see him since she was a child, and she has never felt the care that Feng Qingran once had from her father. Her attitude is only because she has always regarded this palace as her own and Feng Qingran shared a piece of holy land.

When Feng Qingran and Jiang Jing got married, she was glad that Feng Qingran didn't bring Jiang Jing to this place.

I didn't expect Feng Qingran to step in with outsiders today.

"Jing'er is not an outsider." Jiang Jing felt that the atmosphere between the two sisters was not right, so he hurried over, Qing Ran grabbed his hand at the right time, and looked at him affectionately: "He is me husband."

"He's just a man."

Qing Ran laughed: "Could it be that I want to find a woman to be my phoenix queen?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Feng Huayan again: "Speaking of which, Hua Yan should also bring your husband to see it."

"It's been a year since you were married, but I forgot about it."

Feng Huayan's face stiffened: "No need."

Her husband, she almost forgot what she looked like. When she came home every day and lay on the bed alone, all that came to her mind was Feng Qingran's every move, frown and smile. Even when Feng Qingran yelled at her and scolded her, she felt that her expression was strangely cute.

Where is the man in the backyard who has the heart to take care of it.

"Speaking of which, when I got married, I brought Jing'er to see my father and queen."

"It's just that in order not to disturb the peace of my father, I didn't come back."

What?

Jiang Jing looked at Feng Huayan as if he had heard something serious, and took two steps back, knocking over the water cup Qingran placed on the table, staining his portrait.