For many days, the Queen Mother returned to the palace as if she had been forgotten by everyone.
No one ever reminded Ji Changli of this matter, and Ji Changli himself did not mention it.
And those ministers who always flaunted their filial piety have become much more honest after being punished by Chang Li for a few years, so they simply pretended that it didn't happen.
It would be fine if she was a truly virtuous and highly respected Queen Mother.
It is natural that such a woman who brought disaster to the country and the people would be treated coldly by His Majesty.
They did not have the leisure to stand up for him.
In order to depose the late empress and install this as empress, the late emperor killed countless ministers, and most of them were related to the people standing in the hall now.
Even if it was not sealed in the end, the ministers still couldn't let go.
Not to mention that the late emperor had no concubines in his harem because of her, which resulted in the Nuo Da dynasty almost having no successors.
Such crimes would be recorded in the history books and condemned by future generations, if not for the late emperor who left a will to protect this noble concubine who was awarded the title of Queen Mother after her death. , the ministers must force her to die for the late emperor.
Aren’t you husband and wife of one mind and unwavering love?
Then just live and die.
The Queen Mother stayed quietly in the decaying Jing'an Palace, without saying a word, as if there was no such person in the palace, and the people around her, whose temper had been tempered long ago, could only endure this tone.
Three more days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was just time for him and the prince to enter the palace.
The Queen Mother is sitting in the main hall, holding a warm tea bowl with her slender jade fingers showing a light crimson, her movements are elegant and casually seductive.
Aunt Cai looked at her master's jade-like hands holding a rough white porcelain tea bowl.
The tea soup in the tea bowl was turbid and yellow, and fine tea powder was floating randomly.
There was no trace of the fragrance and mellowness of new tea.
She couldn't help but think of it.
When the master was held in the palm of the late emperor's hand, it was such a pleasure and scenery.
Now The cold morning wind penetrated into the palace along the dilapidated window lattice, and the fragments of sunlight did not bring any warmth.
At this moment, a slender figure slowly walked into the reception hall, and the young man's unique and energetic voice sounded in the hall, "My sons pay homage to my mother."
Standing in front of His Highness is a young man dressed in blue robes.
His handsome brows carry the unique youthfulness of a young man, but the scholarly aura between his brows and brows dilutes this youthfulness.
At a glance, the young man is as jade-like as a jade. , like meeting a gentleman.
The Queen Mother's gentle and graceful voice contained a slight smile, "My son, please wake up."
The voice as delicate as silk made Prince He lose his mind for a moment.
He looked along the voice and saw the Queen Mother who had put down the tea cup.
The woman who was nearly thirty years old had the unique mature charm of a woman, but It also carries the sweet fragrance of a girl.
Sitting on it is like walking in the peach blossom forest, lazy and casual.
He looked at the warm and delicate hands slowly stroking the tea cup.
The crimson nails had a dazzling magic power under the sunlight.
There was a sweet smell filling the room, which made people relax.
He couldn't help but think about how much pleasure it would be to hold these delicate hands and play with them quietly.
His lower abdomen tightened, and a surge of restlessness rose in his heart.
Wait, how could he have such dirty thoughts about his mother who has always cared about him?
He immediately did not dare to look directly at the peach blossom-like face of the person sitting on the seat, and hurriedly avoided her sight.
The Queen Mother seemed to be aware of it, and said with a narrow smile, "My son, why, in just a few months, you will Even the queen mother doesn’t recognize her.”
The words "my son" flowed out slowly from her mouth, as if she was spitting out two jade beads in her mouth, and her upturned voice carried the taste of pearls and jade.
He Junwang couldn't help but his ears turned red when he heard these teasing words.
He said in a panic, "No, it's not."
The Queen Mother fiddled with the tea cup and said deliberately, "My son doesn't even want to look at his mother, which really makes her sad."
Hearing this, Prince Hejun hurriedly raised his head, not just blurting out these two words.
The moment he raised his head, he saw the smiling eyes of the Queen Mother above him and suddenly realized that the Queen Mother was just teasing him.
After looking directly at the Queen Mother for a moment, he looked away pretending to be calm, and slowly talked about the love between mother and son with the Queen Mother.
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But today, facing the Queen Mother's caring eyes, he always felt uneasy. , but after a moment he said goodbye and left.
Looking at his hurried back, the Queen Mother showed a dignified and elegant smile and slowly returned to the back hall.
He and the prince walked hurriedly on the palace road, using the cold wind in the morning to wake himself up.
After a long time, he stopped.
At this moment, there was a trace of cold sweat on his forehead, but on his cheeks But a large blush appeared, and he calmed down and finally slowed down.
Thinking of what he saw in the Queen Mother's palace, he couldn't help but lament in his heart.
He was just the son of a maidservant in the palace.
He had never been favored by his father, but he accidentally met the imperial concubine and won her pity.
In the palace, The days slowly got better.
The imperial concubine asked the people who took care of her to eat and drink, to read and write, to ride horses and hunt, and to teach them music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
He has always respected and loved her very much and regarded her as his own mother.
But what I see today is that everything is decadent and dilapidated.
The palace is simple and shabby, and the room is full of staleness.
There is not even a brightly colored porcelain vase to be found in the dignified residence of the Queen Mother.
The clothes used were all grown-up fabrics, and the vermilion satin looked old.
Only a simple jade hairpin could be seen on the temples, which was given by the late emperor when he was still alive.
He thought again of the old tea used for entertaining guests. , this kind of tea powder, even the reputable eunuchs in the palace would not drink it, but now it is used as tea by the queen mother to entertain guests.
How could the royal brother treat his mother so harshly?
But when he thought of his cold brother, he hesitated again.
No one could change his brother's decision, let alone a little prince.
He thought carefully about what he saw in the Queen Mother's palace, and the dissatisfaction in his heart came up one after another.
That was the noble Queen Mother.
She has always been held in the palm of her father's hand.
She will not be used unless it is the best silk and satin, and she will not taste it unless it is the most exquisite food.
Even a mouthful of water needs to be immersed nine times, and then soaked with dozens of kinds of tangerines, osmanthus, holocaust, and moonflower for half a moment, and finally smoked with the exotic peach blossom rim before it can enter the mouth.
If it hadn't been for my father's meticulous care, I wouldn't have been able to raise such a beauty who was smudged by peach blossoms and whose tentacles were fragrant.
The tentacles are fragrant He thought of his mother's warm and delicate hands, her crimson nails, and her peach blossom-like face.
He couldn't help but breathe tight, and quickly came to his senses.
He could then imagine that his mother was not a gentleman.
What you do is really not what a gentleman does.
Now that I think about it, he is almost at the age of a weakling, but he still doesn’t know the personnel, so it’s time for him to let the grandma in the house arrange it.
But what kind of woman are he looking for?
He couldn't help but think of the scene he saw in the imperial concubine's palace many years ago.
The imperial concubine with blushed cheeks was lying in the arms of his father, her hair on her hair was messy, The eyes are charming, just like the most intense and beautiful moment when peach blossoms are in full bloom: