After the continuous heavy snowfall in the past few days, the weather in Beijing has gradually improved.
There is no wind or rain, which makes people feel better inexplicably.
Zhao Junhan got up early the next day.
No, in fact, he didn't sleep all night.
He opened his eyes in the dark room and couldn't see anything.
He could only hear He Ling's breathing in deep sleep.
When he was living alone in the past, he never thought that he had such vivid thoughts and desires to become stronger.
Now that there is another person around him, even if he is not welcome, his desire to fly to high branches is growing day by day.
Zhao Junhan wore inconspicuous white clothes and walked out of the door quietly before dawn, without disturbing anyone.
At this time, there are fewer people, so the chance of him being discovered is lower.
There is a must-pass palace passage from Chang'an Palace to the residences of the empresses in the harem, and Zhao Junhan guards the darkness of this passage.
His clothes were thin, his hands and feet were frozen by the morning chill, and he was unconscious.
His lips were pale and he looked terrible.
His upright body was as hard as a pine tree.
He lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was planning.
The person who slept in Chang'an Hall last night was Concubine Zhao.
Nowadays, the woman who dotes on the harem is even more popular than the queen.
Zhao Junhan laughed softly, clasped his hands, raised his head, and looked into the distance, with a touch of melancholy between his eyebrows.
Speaking of which, he and Concubine Zhao were still old acquaintances.
Zhao Junhan narrowed his eyes and recalled the past events, it suddenly seemed like yesterday.
At that time, he was about thirteen or fourteen years old.
Concubine Zhao was not a beloved concubine, but a talented person who had just been dismissed.
Life in the cold palace was not easy.
Back then, just like now, he was living a meager life like an ant.
He humbly competed with dogs for food and livestock for space.
Concubine Zhao is the same person as him.
On the night she was punished, she stabbed to death the palace maid who was sarcastic to her, and then pretended to be crazy to escape death from the queen.
The cold palace is a good place, where you can always hear many secrets.
No matter which dynasty, women who enter the cold palace are either crazy or dead.
In the final analysis, they still cannot stand the torture in their hearts.
If they do too many bad things, they will be afraid of ghosts coming to their door.
No matter how strong Concubine Zhao is, there are times when she is weak.
At that time, she was hiding in the corner, the cold wind was whistling, and the wooden door creaked.
She clasped her hands together and said in a crying voice: "Don't come to me. , don’t come to me.
I can’t kill you and I have no choice but to do so.
Don’t worry, I’ve taken care of your family.”
There were strange sounds in the air, like laughing or crying.
Concubine Zhao screamed "Ah", waved her hands in the air, and shouted: "I killed you with my child, but I can't give birth to myself in this life.
My child is gone, so don't come here."
I woo woo” That's right, Concubine Zhao cannot give birth.
Zhao Junhan knew very well that there was no one else who knew about this matter except him.
The most serious thing among the seven is to have no children, not to mention that this is still in the deep palace where people eat people without spitting out their bones.
Although Concubine Zhao is now in power, her life is definitely not stable.
She does not have a strong maternal clan to protect her, and she has no children to rely on.
The sky gradually turned white, and the sunlight fell on the ground through the gaps in the branches.
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There were more guards patrolling the palace road.
The chill on Zhao Junhan's body dissipated a lot.
He turned his eyes and saw not far away.
In the sedan chair, the light in the eyes gradually became brighter.
It was a gorgeous sedan chair, with red curtains falling from the top, covering the appearance of the people sitting inside.
Four eunuchs were carrying the sedan chair, and sixteen palace maids followed closely behind.
Zhao Junhan saw the right moment, stepped forward quickly, and knelt in the ice and snow.
The thin layer of cloth on his knees was soon soaked by the water formed by the remaining snow, and penetrated into the bone marrow.
The sedan carriage was forced to stop, and an elderly palace maid shouted angrily, "Who dares to come here and bump into the empress?"
Zhao Junhan bowed his head, showing the most humble posture, and knocked his forehead on the ground, "My son, please see my mother and concubine."
As soon as she finished speaking, a delicate laughter came from the red curtain.
The silver bell was sweet to the ear, but it was like a seducing female envoy.
She waited until she had laughed enough before speaking, "I don't know that I It’s really strange to have a son, maybe you just jumped out of a stone.”
Zhao Junhan raised his head, neither humble nor arrogant, "The imperial concubine is my father's favorite concubine, so naturally she is also my mother."
Concubine Zhao looked slightly stunned and sneered, "You should think that anyone can be my son, Bi Qing, and throw him away to me."
Before Biqing had time to take action, she heard him say: "Don't be upset, Madam, why don't you make a decision after meeting her in person?"
Concubine Zhao paused for a long while, then slowly opened the curtain with a pair of green-white fingers.
The fingertips were smeared with vermilion nail polish.
The face hidden under the red curtain could be said to be of national beauty and unparalleled beauty, with willow-leaf eyebrows as black as pearls.
The sparkling pupils, the slightly raised nose are small and cute, the lips are pursed and she is charming when she chuckles, and the skin is whiter than snow.
She took a steady look at the person kneeling under her, looked at her carefully, and then said lightly: "I have seen you before."
Then she added: "I haven't seen you for several years.
I didn't expect that you are not dead yet."
It’s a lucky one.”
Concubine Zhao remembered him deeply at this glance.
She didn't see clearly what this life was like back then, and she only recognized him because of these eyes, which were just like her eyes that never gave up and refused to accept her fate.
He was able to survive because he was capable.
"You're quite handsome."
I couldn't understand what she meant.
Zhao Junhan chuckled, "My son has a great destiny.
God wants to send me to my mother-in-law."
Concubine Zhao lowered her eyes and said meaningfully: "Oh" He curled his lips and said, "Give me whatever you need.
God will give you whatever you ask for."
Concubine Zhao almost immediately heard the meaning of his hint.
She knew that he actually knew She was the imperial concubine after all, and her expression remained unchanged.
"I have never asked for it."
When Zhao Junhan came, he knew that it would not be easy to convince her to accept him as his son, so he had already made preparations.
"I wonder if the imperial concubine has heard of Mrs.
Qi's story?"
"What do you mean?"
she asked coldly.
After the death of Emperor Gaozu, Mrs.
Qi, who was once the most favored, had her hands and feet cut off by Empress Lu, her eyes were poked out, she was made into a human pig, and she was kept in a small tank with her head in a state where life was worse than death.
When Mrs.
Qi compared her, she really didn't want to die.
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"Pampering is the most elusive thing.
When the new emperor ascends the throne, I'm afraid my empress will not be able to escape Madam Qi's fate."
Concubine Zhao smiled instead of being angry, "I am becoming more courageous."
She was angry and filled with anger, but she also admitted that what he said was reasonable.
In the past two years since she regained her favor, she had worked hard to suppress the queen's power, humiliate her, take revenge, and offend many people.
The queen was also very tolerant, so she just stood still and did not deal with her, and did not let her get any leverage.
But the queen has a son, and he is a very up-to-date son.
She does not Who knows how nervous she feels every time she hears the news that the eldest prince is invincible?
The only way for that stupid woman, the Queen, to survive is to have a good son.
No one knows how many years Emperor Yuan can live.
She has to plan for herself.
It’s not that she hasn’t thought about raising a prince by her side, but it’s too young to be useful and she won’t be able to fight with the eldest prince.
If she’s older, look through it all Even the palace could not find him, he was either drowned or died suddenly.
I searched and searched but couldn't find the right person.
The person who suddenly appeared today gave her a hint of interest.
"If you don't have any ability, don't pretend to be my son."
"The queen will need me."
In fact, Concubine Zhao was already leaning towards what he said.
People who can climb out of the cold palace have very simple minds and means.
After thinking for a moment, she threw the jade pendant on the ground and said, "Come to Ningfu Palace with this jade pendant in two days, and I will tell you whether you need it or not."
After saying that, he put down the curtain and said to Biqing expressionlessly: "Go back to the palace."
Zhao Junhan picked up the jade pendant and put it in his sleeve, smiled slightly, stood up from the ground, and made way for her sedan carriage, "My queen, go slowly."
When the sedan chair completely disappeared from his sight, the fake smile on his face completely disappeared.
He took out the jade pendant, rubbed the patterns on the jade pendant with his fingertips, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
The first battle was finally completed.
Concubine Zhao will not be willing to give up on herself.
What she lacks is an obedient son of royal blood, and what he lacks is power.
The two of them complement each other perfectly, and if they take advantage of each other, they can rise step by step.
Zhao Junhan turned around and walked back to He Ling's house step by step.
He Ling had already gotten up, but she was not there.
The quilt on the bed was neatly folded, and the small room was neatly tidied.
Because He Ling was injured yesterday, she could rest today.
She woke up at that time and remembered what she said to Zhao Juanhan yesterday.
She said she was going to steal some delicious food for him.
He Ling entered the kitchen when there were few people.
There was a warm soup on the stove, crispy winter bamboo shoots and fresh pork ribs, which were very fragrant.
There were also several plates of meat dishes and duck with secret sauce, cut into small pieces.
The others are ones that He Ling has never eaten and can’t even name.
He Ling secretly brought a bowl of soup and a plate of sauced duck.
The cook had already seen her actions and said nothing.
This girl has lost weight recently.
She can make up for it by eating more.
Anyway, it is a waste to leave it alone without anyone eating. .
He Ling slipped back into the room with the food in hand, opened the door and saw Zhao Junhan lying on the table.
She was stunned, not expecting him to come back so soon.
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She put the bamboo shoot soup and soy sauce duck on the table, and he looked at her hands where they were placing them.
The hands were rough, and his chest felt a little uncomfortable.
He Ling poked his forehead and said, "Why are you in a daze?
Eat quickly.
I have to put the plate back after eating."
Zhao Junhan pursed his lips and smiled, "You really stole it?"
He Ling's face was slightly red, but she raised her eyebrows unconvinced, "Could it be that I'm still lying to you?"
Zhao Junhan took a sip of the soup, and the fragrance of winter bamboo shoots filled his mouth.
It tasted really good.
Seeing that his eyebrows were stretched, He Ling asked eagerly: "Does it taste good?"
He nodded.
He Ling immediately laughed, his eyes were crooked, and the light in his black pupils was about to overflow, "Then drink more."
Zhao Junhan looked at her complicatedly, suppressed the soreness in his chest, and lowered his head, not letting her see his suddenly red eyes. gd1806102: