I Am This Type of Woman Chapter 134: City

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Stretching out his hand to hold Rong Xia's hand, Banhua squeezed his waist: "Isn't it embarrassing for a majestic emperor to imitate a young man and climb out of a window?"

"In order to win a smile from a beautiful lady, let me climb the wall as well as the window." Rong Xia saw that there were many bird cages hanging in the house, but most of them were empty. He remembered that Emperor Yun Qing had I have been fond of raising birds for a while, so the people below brought in many beautiful and clever birds as tribute.

Later, Emperor Yunqing became ill. After Jiang Luo came to power, he was not interested in birds, so the palace people became slack. Many birds in the bird room died of starvation and disease. When Rong Xia and Ban Hua entered the palace After that, these are the only ones left.

"If you like it, I'll have some interesting ones brought in for you." Rong Xia saw that these birds couldn't fly even if they opened their cages, so she knew they were being raised stupid by the palace people.

"No need," Banhua shook his head and teased a silly-looking green parrot, "What is good for the superiors must be followed by the inferiors. I will not harm them. What's more, these things are fine. Just tease it, don’t take it seriously."

Rong Xia suddenly remembered the sweet potatoes he had eaten in Zhongzhou and said to Banhua, "Huahua, do you still remember the roasted sweet potatoes we had in Zhongzhou?"

Banhua nodded, "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to let people try to plant it in the imperial field. If the yield is high, it will be of countless benefits to our people." Rong Xia imitated Ban Hua and looked at the bird in a cage next to him, " When spring comes next year, I plan to send an ambassador to go out and have a look. If we can really find other crops, it will be beneficial to future generations."

"Although I don't understand this, there is a saying that our ancestors said well. The world is very big, and there are always things we haven't seen before." Banhua's eyes brightened a little, "It's very strange for Your Majesty to have such an idea." OK."

Rong Xia felt that only Huahua would agree with his shocking idea. Officials in the DPRK and the people of the world have always believed that Dasheng is the largest and most powerful country, and they disdain other small countries. Perhaps it is because the neighboring small countries are too poor and backward that they have such arrogance.

The people have simple ideas and have not seen enough people and things. It is not surprising to have such a complacent mood, but it is not a good thing if the emperor's ministers are also so complacent.

Those who are emperors must not be arrogant.

One of the couple was thinking about how to benefit more people, and the other was very curious about the unknown. Although their purposes were different, they talked about it together. The two came to look at the map, and from the climate across the country, they inferred the climate in other places abroad and what strange countries and people there were on the other side of the sea.

At the end of the conversation, the two discovered that if they wanted to go to sea, they must have a strong ship and weapons to protect the island, so as to enhance the national prestige of the Great Victory.

"Everything costs money," Banhua leaned on the table, "It seems we have to do it step by step."

"You're right," Rong Xia looked at an invisible place outside Kanyu Map, "Don't be in a hurry, don't do it step by step."

"Your Majesty," Wang De walked into the imperial study and saw the emperor and the empress meditating around the Kanyu map. He bowed and said, "the main hall has been completely renovated."

Rong Xia raised her eyebrows and said to Wang De, "Let the people in Qintian Prison count on a good day before I move in."

"Yes."

Wang De thought for a while and said: "Your Majesty, I have something to report."

"Say." Rong Xia looked up at Wang De and found that Wang De was secretly looking at Banhua. He tapped the table and said, "If you have anything to say, just ask."

"When Emperor Yunqing was seriously ill, he once mentioned something to his slave." Wang De's voice was trembling. "If he dies, he should ask his slave to bring out an imperial edict."

"What imperial edict?"

"Imperial decree to designate the Queen as a princess."

"What did you say?" Banhua looked at Wang De in disbelief, "Princess?"

"Yes," Wang De swallowed, "Emperor Yunqing said that your Majesty has both talent and virtue, and outstanding appearance, so there will be many women who will be deeply in love with you. He was worried that after his death, his empress would have no one to protect her. , His Majesty will... His Majesty will have a change of heart, so he wants to give you a distinguished status."

Ban Hua looked at Wang De blankly, and after a while he came back to his senses: "Where is the imperial edict?"

"Please wait a moment, my lady, I will go get it now."

But Wang De took out a golden box. Banhua took the box and took out the imperial edict inside. The handwriting on the edict was a bit frivolous. After all, it was written by Emperor Yunqing himself when he was seriously ill.

It lists Banhua’s advantages in detail and gives her a new title, Changle.

Her feelings for Emperor Yun Qing were very complicated. When she was young, she regarded him as a close cousin. Later, when she grew up, she vaguely guessed some truths, and acted with a bit of sincerity and a bit of showmanship.

After looking at the imperial edict for a long time, Banhua put the edict into the gold box and closed the lid with a click.

The past grudges and hatreds, accompanied by the disappearance of people, will eventually fade away in the years.

She handed the box to Wang De again, "How long does it take for him to be buried?"

Although Emperor Yunqing was the emperor of Daye, in the eyes of the world, he treated Rong Xia and Banhua very well. Therefore, even though the Jiang Dynasty no longer existed, Rong Xia still ordered that Yun Qing be treated in accordance with the emperor's regulations. Emperor Qing was buried.

The construction of the mausoleum began after Emperor Yunqing ascended the throne. It was completed a few years ago. Now we only choose a suitable day to bury Emperor Yunqing.

"I will return to you on the eighth day of the next month."

"Huahua?" Rong Xia saw that Banhua's expression was a little gloomy, so he stepped forward and hugged her gently, patting her back gently to soothe his emotions.

"I'm fine," Banhua shook his head and put his arm around Rong Xia's waist, "I just didn't expect..."

Unexpectedly, Emperor Yun Qing had more feelings for her than she imagined.

On the eighth day of the eleventh month of the first year of Cheng'an, Emperor Yunqing, the penultimate emperor of the Daye Dynasty, was buried. Although this emperor raised a deposed emperor and a deposed prince, the founding emperor did not lower his funeral regulations and even went to his funeral in person, which once again aroused the praise of countless people.

The deposed prince, now Prince He, wore mourning clothes and walked in front of the funeral procession with a haggard look.

The glorious Emperor Yunqing ended his glorious life the moment the tomb door was closed. The funeral procession left with the imperial chariot, and the only ones left outside the door were the prince and himself alone.

His concubines were afraid of offending the new emperor and did not dare to stay for a moment longer. His second son was still imprisoned in the sky prison, but only his eldest son dared to stay with him in front of the door.

The weather in Beijing was already very cold in November. Prince He looked at the cold words on the tombstone, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the people in the tomb.

"Cousin." Banhua saw Prince He knelt on the ground and didn't get up for a long time. He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to check and found that the other man's eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.

The prince wiped away the tears on his face, stood up and saluted her respectfully: "I have met the queen."

The cold wind started, and Banhua handed a cloak to Prince He, "The autumn wind is cool, cousin, please pay more attention to your health."

The prince hesitated for a moment, took the cloak and put it in his hands, but did not put it on. Banhua knew what he was worried about, so she smiled and looked away, "Are you getting used to living in the new mansion?"

"If you reply to me, everything will be fine."

Slowly nodding her head, Banhua sighed: "That's good." She pulled the straps of her cloak and turned around to look around. Except for the personal guards waiting for her not far away, there was no one else.

"Feng Liang, please return to the palace early." He and the prince remembered that the power in the court was now firmly in Rong Xia's hands. They, their relatives from the previous dynasty, could not bring help to Banhua, but could only bring her Rong Xia's suspicion.

"Don't worry, I told His Majesty before you stayed," Banhua knew that Prince He was worried about her, and there was a bit of relief in her smile, "I thought my cousin would blame me."

The prince treated her very well, and she helped Rong Xia rebel. If she were the prince, he would also resent her.

"My mother told me everything before she went to the palace," and the prince looked guilty and relieved, "Marshal Ben..."

The wind blew the hem of Banhua's white skirt, and her eyelids trembled slightly, like a frightened butterfly: "This matter has nothing to do with my cousin, you don't have to feel guilty."

"So what does your Majesty's decision have to do with the empress?" Prince He smiled gently, as if he was still the gentle young man he was. "I am not meant to be an emperor. The burden in this world is too heavy. I am an indecisive person. If I become emperor, I cannot give the people a peaceful life. Your Majesty is different. He has always been more capable than me and sees clearly better than me. No dynasty can last for thousands of years. The replacement of dynasties is the way of heaven. The rules, it just happened to be my turn."

Speaking of this, Prince He's expression was unusually calm. He smiled at Banhua and said, "Your Majesty, don't take this to heart. What the people of the world need is Your Majesty, not someone like me."

Banhua smiled, but her eyes felt a little hot. She turned her head away and said, "Cousin, go back."

"It's time to go back," Prince He touched the cold stone tablet, "Your Majesty, I'll leave first, I want to stay here for a while."

"Okay," Banhua nodded, "You didn't bring any guards with you. I'll leave a few guards to take you back. Be careful on the way."

Prince He smiled, bowed to Banhua and said, "Farewell, your Majesty."

Banhua paused and turned to look at Prince He: "Cousin, we are family members. You don't have to be so polite to me in private."

The smile on Prince He's face became a little brighter, but he shook his head firmly: "The etiquette cannot be discarded. Madam, the people in the palace are complicated and the rights are overlapping. Please be careful. In the harem, do not be soft-hearted and overly sentimental. We old people from the previous dynasty, please forget it now."

Banhua blinked, suppressing the sourness in her heart, she smiled proudly: "I am who I am, whether it is the former court or the harem, I will never live a life of injustice. If I go against my will at every turn, I would rather die." Huahua appreciates my brother’s kindness, but whether I forget it or not is up to me!”

"Farewell."

Looking at this beautiful woman in a white dress and black cloak, she got off her horse and left in a flamboyant way. She stood there with the prince in a daze, and laughed out loud after a long time.

This is Huahua, this is Huahua.

He shook the cloak in his hand and put it on himself.

The cloak was not thick, but he felt a warmth protecting his cold and biting heart.

After Emperor Yunqing was buried, the people abstained from alcohol and meat for twenty-seven days. Banhua was riding his horse on the street. Seeing the people still chatting and laughing, he took off his cloak and hat and said to the guards behind him: "These people are the easiest to be satisfied."

The guard smiled and said: "Master, please don't delay any longer. Your Majesty is still waiting for you to come back for dinner."

Banhua smiled and turned around to find a two or three-year-old kid who had fallen down not far from the horse. The little kid was plump and fleshy. She turned over and jumped off the horse.

The moment she jumped off the horse, an arrow flew past her head. She was not injured, but a strand of her hair was shaved off.

If she hadn't dismounted suddenly, the arrow would have definitely passed through her chest, and even gods wouldn't be able to save her.

"There is an assassin!"

"Send the order to close the city gate."

Banhua lowered her head and saw her hair on the ground, her face as gloomy as ink.

This is her hair, which has been maintained since childhood to look like silk!

Today Emperor Yunqing was buried, and although the street was cleared, it was lifted after Rong Xia returned to the palace. The people who had been imprisoned for most of the day could no longer hold back the gossip in their hearts and couldn't wait to run out to exchange the first-hand information they had obtained with their neighbors. At this time, if there was someone hanging out in the restaurants and tea shops, they would be ready to report to the roadside at any time. If someone passing by makes a move, no one will notice.

However, this assassin was not very clever, or he was determined to die, so when the guards found him, he stayed in the house and refused to hide.

The personal guards escorted the assassin in front of Banhua. Seeing that the assassin had an outstanding appearance and was about the same age as Prince He, Banhua raised his eyebrows, turned to the personal guards and said, "Go to the palace gate and guard immediately. If you see When the Holy Driver appears, he must be stopped."

"Yes!" The prince hurried over.

Ban Hua glanced around and said expressionlessly: "Check, this person must have an accomplice."

As soon as this assassin missed a hit, he just waited obediently for his bodyguard to find him, and maybe waiting for her to interrogate him here. Because under anger and fear, people tend to vent it out immediately, regardless of the occasion.

Given the importance Rong Xia attaches to her, if he hears that she has been assassinated, he will definitely rush out of the palace. The killers lurking on both sides of the road will take this opportunity to kill Rong Xia.

Wanting to understand this, Banhua didn't even look at the man kneeling on the ground, got on his horse, raised his whip, and said to his guards: "Follow me all."

At this time, the abilities of the personal guards who had grown up with Banhua came to light, because they knew what their master needed and what they could do to keep up with him. Compared with the personal guards, the reaction of the imperial guards was only half a beat.

"Your Majesty!" A guard rushed into the Dayue Palace, "Your Majesty, there are assassins trying to assassinate the Queen."

When Rong Xia, who had just changed into plain clothes, heard this, she quickly asked: "How is the empress doing?"

"Your Majesty is fine."

"Prepare your horse."

"Your Majesty, please think twice." When Wang De saw that Rong Xia was planning to ride out of the palace, he hurriedly said, "You cannot take risks."

"Get out of the way." Rong Xia pushed Wang De who was blocking him and walked out of Dayue Palace without looking back.

When Du Jiu, who was guarding the door, saw this, he immediately followed.

Although Rong Xia is a scholar, he is very good at riding and shooting. But the people in the palace were a little scared. What happened? His Majesty actually rushed out on horseback from the palace.

They didn't dare to ask, they just did their jobs more carefully.

The personal guards sent by Banhua were guarding the palace gate. When they heard the sound of horse hooves coming from the Suzaku Gate, they hurriedly shouted: "Your Majesty, there is something going on."

However, dozens of riders flew past him without even stopping.

The personal guard was stunned for a moment. Seeing that His Majesty was about to run away with the imperial guards, he hurriedly climbed on the back of the horse to chase after him and shouted: "Your Majesty, the last general is the Queen! Your Majesty's personal guard. Your Majesty has something to say."

Compared with the anxious Rong Xia, Du Jiu paid more attention to the surrounding environment. He heard the descendants behind him yelling about the queen, so he glanced back. That person... seems to be someone close to the Queen?

"Your Majesty, please wait, we have the Queen's personal guards behind us."

Rong Xia tightened the reins, causing the horse to feel pain, raise its front hooves, and make a high-pitched neighing sound.

Seeing that His Majesty finally stopped, the bodyguard was moved to tears. Your Majesty is a well-known talent in the capital. Why is he so good at riding? He, who has been dealing with horses since childhood, almost couldn't catch up.

"Your Majesty!" The guard panted and saluted Rong Xia, "The Queen said, please don't leave the palace. This is a trap for you."

Rong Xia's face was as dark as ice: "How is your Majesty?"

The guard answered honestly: "Your Majesty is not injured, but she is in a bad mood."

Rong Xia glanced in the direction outside the palace, and then at the palace gate not far behind her. She tightened her grip on the reins and said, "In a bad mood?"

"Because your Majesty's... hair was cut off," the guard looked a little awed and said bravely, "Your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty may not be in a good mood in the past two days. Please bear with me."

Rong Xia knew that Huahua always cared about her appearance and took good care of her hair. If her hair was really shaved off.

He coughed dryly: "Have all the people from the Yamen and Infantry Department gone?"

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, the entire street is now surrounded like an iron barrel, and no suspicious person will be let go."

"How much of your hair...has fallen out?"

Personal Guard:......

Banhua, with her hair disheveled, was riding fast on horseback. Coupled with the gloomy look on her face, she actually had a chilling air.

She said nothing along the way, until she saw Rong Xia standing obediently at the gate of the palace with her guards, her expression became a little better.

But Rong Xia and his guards couldn't help but take a step back when they saw Banhua galloping towards them.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty," Du Jiu said in a trembling voice that was not obvious, "Your Majesty, your Majesty seems to be in a very bad mood."

Rong Xia glanced at him: "Am I not as clear as you?"

Du Jiu: Oh, as long as you understand.

Before the horse stopped completely, Banhua jumped off the horse. Her hair spread behind her was flying in the wind like a waterfall.

Da da da.

Banhua walked up to Rong Xia in a few steps, but Rong Xia held her hand before she could even turn around: "Huahua, are you okay?"

"It's not good," Banhua said with a stern face, "That assassin who killed a thousand swords actually damaged my hair!"

"Where, let me take a look," Rong Xia reached out and touched the top of her hair, then walked around her, "It's very beautiful, I don't see anything wrong at all."

Well, there is just a bunch of hair at the back that looks a little shorter.

But he didn't say this.

"Really?" Banhua felt a little calmer. She touched the back of her hair suspiciously, "Can't you tell?"

"You can't tell!" Rong Xia nodded affirmatively, "What's more, Huahua is so beautiful. Even without hair, she is hundreds of times more beautiful than other women."

"Nonsense, how can you wear beautiful hair accessories without hair?" Ban Hua rolled his eyes at Rong Xia, his face improved a lot, and he turned to Du Jiu and said, "General Du, you can handle this matter in person. Your Majesty and my old staff."

She can't believe the others right now.

"The last general takes orders."

"Go back with me first," Banhua said to Rong Xia, "Now is not the place to talk."

"Aren't you angry?" Rong Xia took her hand and walked into the Zhuque Gate, "Tell me what happened."

Banhua told what happened, and also revealed all his guesses. There are still three pounds of nails in the broken ship. Although Jiang Luo is imprisoned, it is not impossible if someone wants to assassinate Rong Xia and promote Jiang Luo to the throne again.

Rong Xia nodded: "Your guess makes sense."

But Jiang Luo should not be the only suspect, but also the deposed prince.

After returning to Dayue Palace, Banhua looked at her hair in front of the mirror. Rong Xia walked up to her and rubbed the top of her hair, "Why, you don't believe what I said?"

"It's just because you think I'm good at everything, I can't believe what you say," Banhua muttered, and when he saw Rong Xia turned around and left, she ignored him.

"Click."

She heard the sound of cutting things behind her, turned around and saw Rong Xia holding a pair of scissors and a bunch of hair in her hand. All the palace attendants were so frightened that they knelt on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Banhua took the scissors from his hand, "Okay, why are you cutting your hair?"

"Didn't we make an appointment to share the same pain?" Rong Xia put her hair in Banhua's hand and looked at her with a smile, "Do you feel less uncomfortable now?"

Ban Hua squeezed the hair in her hand, reached out to touch the top of Rong Xia's hair, and said distressedly: "No, it's even more uncomfortable now."

He didn't feel bad for the beauty's hair to be cut off like this, but she couldn't bear it.

Rong Xia held her in his arms and couldn't help but smile: "Silly Huahua."

Wang De winked at the others and retreated with all the palace people.

"What happened today," Wang De glanced at everyone and said coldly, "No one can tell anyone. If even the slightest bit of news spreads, you don't have to live."

"Yes." The most important thing for a palace servant who can serve in front of the emperor and empress is to be careful and tight-lipped.

Ban Hua leaned on Rong Xia's chest and looked at the hair in her palms. Although she felt distressed, a smile still appeared on her lips.

Fortunately, he is still the emperor who successfully rebelled, but his method of coaxing women is so stupid.

Du Jiu checked the capital and finally found all the assassins lurking around. The identities of these assassins were beyond Du Jiu's expectation. Some of them were sharpshooters who had shown their faces in front of Emperor Yun Qing, and a few were once masters of the East Palace.

Are these people sent by the prince?

Although these assassins insisted that they were the remnants of Jiang Luo, Du Jiu didn't believe it at all. When such evil deeds failed, they couldn't wait to confess the mastermind behind it, which was completely inconsistent with the assassin's behavior.

If assassins all over the world were so easy to talk to, then there would be no such thing as "torture to extract confessions" in the world.

Du Jiu handed the testimonies of these people to Rong Xia. Rong Xia looked at them for a few times and then threw them aside, "Select Prince He to enter the palace."

"Your Majesty..." Du Jiu looked at Rong Xia hesitantly, "Do you want the Queen to know about this?"

The imperial study became silent.

After a long while, he sighed and said: "If the Queen asks, you can just answer everything. If she doesn't ask, there is no need to tell her specifically."

He knew that Huahua had some affection for the deposed prince. If Huahua knew that the prince had sent someone to assassinate her and wanted to use her to put him in danger, she would not know how long she would be sad.

"My subordinates understand."

Du Jiu retreated.

Rong Xia looked at the memorials on the table and let out a long sigh. He deliberately spared the life of the deposed prince. If the other party was so ignorant, then he would not be blamed.