The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

The cold wind is cold, the mountains and rivers are silent, and the majestic and solemn city of Beijing is shrouded in the night, some people are happy, some people are sad. However, no matter the joys or sorrows, the pace of time will always move forward step by step, and soon, the new year is approaching.

Fu Tingzhou stood in Wang Yanqing's room, his fingers lingering over her things. No one has lived in it for a month, and the place is still clean and tidy, as if the owner has never left, Fu Tingzhou always suspects that she will push the door in the next moment and call him Second Brother with a smile. However, he waited all night, and the sound he was looking forward to never sounded.

Governor Fu Ting sighed. Everything here is full of their memories, and he can easily sketch the picture, how Qingqing read here, how to sit in front of the couch to bandage him, how to scold him for being playful, and then sit at the table in a blink of an eye , imitating his handwriting and copying books for him.

He remembered the long time they had growing up. The old man raised his children like a soldier. The youth of Fu Tingzhou are not beautiful, and many memories are related to being beaten. However, because of her, those days when they practiced martial arts in the cold wind in the morning, and were thrown into the deep mountains and forests for training in rainy nights. All become lively and interesting.

He pushed open the window, stood in front of the window, and watched the night for a long time.

Qingqing, why are you leaving?

After he asked, he felt amused. In fact, he knew the answer, he just misestimated Qingqing's feelings for him.

If he knew in advance that the price of gaining political power was to lose Qingqing, he would not have done it at all. However, Qingqing did not give him a second chance to answer.

Fu Tingzhou stared at the night sky with extreme eyes. Tonight, the moon and stars are dark and dark. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside, and there was a rapid and loud pào bamboo sound, and then countless fireworks rose into the sky, vying to bloom in the sky.

The time has come, but the first person who blessed him this year is not there.

Fu Tingzhou looked at the fire trees and silver flowers all over the sky indifferently. Those rays of light were very beautiful, but after this moment of burning, they would fall into eternal silence. Fu Tingzhou stared at the long, ugly smoke marks and thought, where is she now?

Will she be in her hometown, or some unknown town? Perhaps, at this moment, she is also looking up at the sky, watching the same piece of cosmic dust as him.

At this time, in the Lu Mansion, Wang Yanqing was wrapped in a ball of hair and was finally allowed to go out. She stopped under the eaves and felt uncomfortable when her neck was tied. She just tugged at the collar when a voice came from beside her: No solution.

Wang Yanqing sighed: I know. I just want to say to my second brother, Happy New Year.

It just so happened that a string of fireworks flew into the air at this time, and the crackling sound overwhelmed everything. Lu Heng didn't hear it. He leaned over to Wang Yanqing's side and asked, What?

Wang Yanqing got closer, and whispered in Lu Heng's ear, Second brother, I wish you a happy and healthy future every year.

Lu Heng smiled, lowered his eyes, and looked at Wang Yanqing deeply: Okay. This is what Qingqing said, the age is this night.

The author says:

Fu Tingzhou: The moon shines roundly in Kyushu, and some families are happy and some are sad. Several couples are in the same tent, and several are scattered in other states.

Lu Heng: Thank you, the joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same. My family is happy and your family is sad.

Chapter 36

With the relocation of the capital to Yongle, the treatment of officials became more and more generous, and it was no longer as harsh as the Hongwu Dynasty. Up to now, the imperial court has added a New Year's Eve holiday to the holiday, and the Yuanri holiday and the Shangyuan holiday have been combined, from the 24th of the twelfth lunar month to the 20th of the first lunar month, which can be said to be quite comfortable.

Lu Heng worked overtime a year ago to clear all the cases and finally be able to live a new year in peace. He is rarely free. He reads, writes, and raises his younger sister at home. He has nothing to teach Wang Yanqing to play chess.

The stable days always pass quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the New Year's Day is coming. While playing the game, Lu Heng spoke to Wang Yanqing: Qingqing, where do you want to play in Shangyuan this year?

Wang Yanqing subconsciously replied, It's all right. After speaking, he felt inappropriate and asked, Second brother, there may be a banquet in the palace for the Shangyuan Festival. If you accompany me, is it okay in the palace?

Although she had no memory of the past, she instinctively felt that the palace would be very lively during the festivals. Jin Yiwei was the emperor's personal soldier, and Lu Heng was directly responsible for the emperor's safety. This kind of time was often the busiest time for Jin Yiwei. Lu Heng goes to the city to play, will it delay the business?

Lu Heng shook his head: Don't worry. There should be no banquets in the palace this year.

Really? Wang Yanqing was surprised and asked, Why?

Lu Heng dropped a sunspot and said, The emperor himself doesn't like making noises, and he rarely has time to spare. He wants to clean up in the harem. Besides, this year, the Queen Mother Xingguo is not in good health. The emperor wanted to pray for the Queen Mother, so the palace banquet was cancelled.

The Empress Dowager Xingguo in Lu Heng's words was the Empress Dowager Jiang, the emperor's biological mother. Emperor Zhengde had no heirs. The first assistant, Yang Ting, and the mother of Emperor Zhengde, the Empress Dowager Zhang, had chosen the current emperor for a long time among the children of many clans. Empress Dowager Zhang and Yang Ting would choose the emperor. First, the emperor was young. He was only fourteen years old at the time, which was far better than those of the adult princes - at least Empress Dowager Zhang and Yang Ting thought so. Second, the emperor was quick and eager to learn, and had a reputation as a genius in the imperial clan.

Yang Ting is a literati, naturally inclined to children who like to read. He felt that a studious child was a malleable person who could be taught to be a wise and wise king.

It's a pity that Yang Ting has misunderstood. It is hard to say whether the emperor is a Mingjun, but obviously he will not become a virtuous monarch. It is true that the emperor has read a lot of books since he was a child and is a wise man, but who said that a wise man is easy to fiddle with?