MTL - Story of Yanxi Palace-Chapter 103 Bogey

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　　 Zhongxi Palace.

　　The pure concubine hugged Yong Yan to Hongli, and the baby child stretched out his fat and chubby fingers, and begged for a hug.

　　 "Yongyou is very close to the emperor now." Chun Guifei smiled softly, "I will find you everywhere when you open your eyes every day."

　　Hongli didn't hold Yong Yan, but just stretched out his hand and scraped his nose lightly. He didn't know what to think of, and suddenly became unhappy.

　　Concubine, seeing that Hongli was absent, gestured to the nanny to take the child away, and tentatively said: "Emperor, yesterday the prince and concubine made a new piece of music, will the emperor want to hear..."

Hongli reluctantly responded. The two played the piano together and drank a few jugs of wine. The wine smelled red to the face of the pure concubine. She leaned her weak and boneless body in Hongli's arms, and her voice was more intoxicating than wine. :"emperor……"

　　 The next moment, she was gently pushed away, Hongli Shen said: "...I suddenly remembered that there is something to do, you go to bed first."

　　Looking at his staggering back, the jade pot said strangely: "Ma'am, what's wrong with the emperor today, it's a very worried look."

　　Pure concubine thought, and suddenly asked: "What day is it today?"

　　Changchun Palace.

　　The queen was about to go to bed. In front of the Linghua mirror, Wei Yingluo removed the pearl hairpin on her head in the same way, splitting it in half, and suddenly heard a sing outside: "The emperor is here!"

　　The bed door opened, and a burst of alcohol rushed in from the outside.

　　 The queen didn't have time to brush her head, got up and greeted him, and supported the opponent's hand: "Emperor... how come you are here?"

　　 Hongli seemed to be drunk, staring at the queen in a trance, and suddenly grabbed her hand: "Queen, today is Yonglian's bogey."

　　 The queen was stumped.

"I named him Yonglian at the beginning, so I had the meaning of inheriting the mountains and rivers." Hongli whispered. "He did not live up to expectations. He was born intelligent and diligent. When he was eight years old, I took him to Mulan for hunting, he shot The eagle in the sky is personally presented to me..."

　　He talks about the past one by one, trivial and trivial, like an old mother who is bored. The queen listened and listened, her eyes gradually dim, and she knew that Hongli was really drunk. If he was sober, he would never show such a weak and fragile side.

　　 "Emperor." She took him to the bed and sat down, raised her hand to touch his cheek and thoughtfully said, "After Yonglian left, you stopped for five days to show your sorrow. It is already a rare loving father..."

　　 "Haha..." Hongli listened, but he laughed and laughed, with tears in his eyes, "How can there be a child who died in the world, but the father who does not drop a tear?"

　　The queen said sadly: "The emperor shed tears, there are only three situations, to test the concubine for the loss, the second is the great disaster, the third is for the country to die, the emperor, you don’t want to cry, you can’t cry..."

The tears in Hongli’s eyes were about to fall. Hearing this, he suffocated back and murmured, "Yeah, I am the Son of Heaven, and all the subjects of the world are my sons, not only Yonglian. So, even if you complain about my ruthlessness and hate my coldness, I can’t cry..."

　　The queen sighed and reached out to hold him in his arms.

　　The Changchun Palace was silent for a moment, and Wei Yingluo looked at them with a very complicated look. She had a deep prejudice to Hongli, and felt that he was neither good nor bad. Except for being more expensive, she had no place to be a queen.

　　 Now it seems... he also has his pains.

　　 The position of the emperor was really uncomfortable, and he was not allowed to cry. Only by drunkenness could he shed a tear, and he had to hang it on the shoulder of a person who could keep his mouth shut, and he could not be seen by others.

　　 "Queen..." Hongli buried his face on the queen's shoulder and gently said, "The doctor told me that you must be an elder brother."

　　 Queen: "Well."

　　 "I know." Hongli said, "It must be that Yonglian is coming back."

　　 The queen froze for a moment, and couldn't bear to break his illusions, so she gave another cry.

"Yong Lian is smart and handsome, and one in a thousand miles. He is my most beloved son. He is gone, I am sad, day by day sad." Hongli murmured, "Now that he is coming back, I finally don't need to It's sad again... Queen, are you happy, he's going back to us."

　　Tears rolled in the queen's eyes. This was never her dream. She cried and woke up every night. She always reached out and touched the edge of the bed, but only touched the cold air, and could not touch the child's soft cheeks.

　　But in order to comfort Hongli and this sad person, the queen once again said: "Well."

After receiving her reply, Hongli chuckled. He grabbed the hand of the queen childishly, and the tears in his eyes rolled like a gleam of sky at the end of the horizon: "Queen, help me to ask him, I was busy with government affairs, no I have been with him one day, and I haven’t even hugged him. Does he blame me? Is he willing to be my son?"

　　 The queen took his hand and slowly placed it on her raised belly.

　　 "Child." She asked, bowing her head, "Your Emperor Ama is busy with government affairs, has not been with you for a day, and has not even hugged you. Do you blame him or do you want to be his son?"

　　 interlocking fingers, feeling the fetal movement in her belly, ups and downs, the heartbeat of a new life.

　　 The queen raised her head with a smile, opened her mouth, intending to tell a few lies to deceive him, help him get up, and stop showing such a sad expression.

　　 just talked to his mouth and suddenly choked.

　　 "...Queen?" Hongli looked at her and gradually woke up, "What's wrong with you?"

The queen’s face was visible to the naked eye, turning pale little by little, sweat falling from her temples, she gasped heavily for a moment, and suddenly bent down to hug her belly, the pain that the voice could not suppress: "It hurts, concubine’s belly it hurts……"