MTL - Rebirth of the High Gate Mistress-Chapter 67 You go back and wait for me

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, but she! But she has a sad and sick body. Every time she sees 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: "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 to cry and her tears fall endlessly. I can't see anything like this. Crying makes people upset."

As she said that, she took a sip of tea, sighed and complained: "I originally planned to enter the palace easily, and at least 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."

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

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 also earn a life for me. , I am just 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.

 Xu Wanning let out a long breath when she saw that he had been defeated.

 In the first seat, the old lady who was envied by Xu Wanning was very happy today. What an honor it was that her grandson commanded thousands of troops and horses in front of the emperor and attracted the attention of everyone. In addition, when the female officer who came just now said that her precious granddaughter was doing well recently, her anxious heart was also comforted.

The Duke of Zhen 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.

 He sat next to the old lady leaning on a soft pillow. Seeing that his mother was happy today, the Duke of Zhen was also 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 he was sick 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 her again, and he also hoped that there would be a chance to resolve the feud with his wife during his lifetime.

The Duke of Zhen Guo 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 it had been since he had seen her. Since that incident, she had never seen him again. Even if he stood in front of her door in the cold wind, frost, and snow, trying every possible means to explain to her, she didn't feel the slightest bit soft-hearted.

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

The Duke of Zhen Guo sat calmly, looking solemnly at the blurry figure of his wife 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 Zhen.

“You should be pleased to see Brother Ling is so promising.” 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, Zhen Guo 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 image 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 from letting her little daughter enter the palace, she would have made this couple happy. With Zhou Yi's character, she will definitely take good care of her daughter for the rest of her life, and her lively and bright little daughter will not end up in such a tragic end.

Zhou Yi was chatting with the Duke of 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. This shows that even though her A-Tian has been gone for so many years, the people who once loved her deeply still have not let go.

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

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

The old lady continued: "The Ninth Princess is fine, but she will inevitably become weaker after experiencing 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 little children they had had would be full of children and grandchildren now.

 At dusk, the sparrows return to their nests. The loud horn sounded, marking the end of Da Qi's military parade, which took place 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.

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

 He walked briskly to the old lady, father and Zhou Yi, folded his hands into fists, and said gently: "Grandma, father, Uncle Zhou."

The old lady nodded with tears in her eyes. Zhou Yi reached out and patted him on the shoulder, sighing: "There is a successor to 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 in the city just now, but he looked at her with tenderness in his eyes.

The golden helmet on his head reflected the setting sun with its dazzling light, making it difficult for people to open their eyes. Jing Shu 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 this chapter)