What kind of bad thoughts can Mr. Xiao have?

Chapter 28: Chapter 28
Li Kong couldn't control the sadness and loneliness that was about to overflow from his heart.

He just wants to be an ordinary person again in her eyes, who loves and hates.

But he never knew what was normal, and would only push her further and further away.

With manic and eager breaths lingering on her fragile neck, Meng Keshu almost thought that a beast had peeled off the human skin and wanted to suck her blood clean.

When he obeyed his instinct and wanted to continue, Meng Keshu's sobs got into his ears before his reason completely lost control:

"Don't... please, let me go, I beg you..."

He stopped abruptly, then hurriedly tightened Meng Keshu's loose dress, and hugged the sobbing Meng Keshu:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's okay Jiaojiao, I won't do anything to you, don't be afraid, I promise..."

While talking, he buried Meng Keshu's thin shoulders in this posture and cried aloud.

He wanted to cry the grievances in her arms, but today he ruined her happiness and put this grievance on her.

"What should I do, little moon, I'm sorry, what should I do with you..."

Meng Keshu hated his face very much, and also hated herself who was so frightened that she couldn't stop crying after being almost insulted by him.

She has always hated this embrace, but she has to rely on him to keep her standing.

But what was she, something he used to vent when he went mad?

She gathered up all her strength and pushed Li Kong away: "Don't touch me!"

Li Kong was pushed away by her unpreparedly, and his back slammed against the wall.The street lights in the dark alley could not be illuminated clearly, but he still thought the light was too bright. When she saw his distress, she covered her face and closed her eyes.

At this point, he already understood that no matter what, Little Moon couldn't have any sympathy for him in the gutter, and she didn't want to listen to her broken heart at all.

She is so good, why should she condescend to warm someone like him.

But he couldn't let her go, absolutely impossible.

"Let's go, I think you are tired and it's time to go home."

He tidied up his chaotic thoughts, maintaining the fragile balance in a hopeless emptiness.

Seeing him approaching, Meng Keshu slapped him angrily. He could easily dodge it, but he still let the loud sound fall on his flesh.

"Be obedient, don't make me say it a second time, okay?"

He smiled, like a ghost in the dark alley, dragging innocent souls into hell.

Palace feast.

Emperor Yonghe had always disliked such occasions, and the courtiers were used to him leaving palace banquets early, and this time was no exception.

Except for Jiang Hong, no one doubted that there was a slight possibility that this king was unwilling to be too happy for the sake of the deceased Wei Huaide and the former queen.

Jiang Hong, like everyone else, got up and chanted praises to wish Yonghe Emperor a long life, and then thought about how to escape while drinking wine.

Ever since his father broke his left arm and the whole family returned to Beijing from the Northwest Battlefield, he had to take part in banquets of various names instead of the family.

It stands to reason that he should get used to how to move around and communicate, but the hard bones molded in the yellow sand cannot drink the fruit wine that is too sweet and soft in Beijing.

What he likes is the knife-like liquor that Hoshino and his brothers secretly sip.

This is the shortcoming as well as the strong point of the warrior. He is unwilling to learn those intertwined relationships. He just wants to know who is a friend and who is an enemy.

Fortunately, although the general's mansion is full of grace and glory, the Tiger Guard Battalion under his command was broken up and incorporated into the Xuanyu Division and the Fourth Army of the Imperial City, and Jiang Hong's errand was also suppressed by the Ministry of War and has not been appointed for a long time.

Everyone can see that the general's mansion, which is a princeling, is left aside by Emperor Yonghe, which is a mess that cannot be touched.

Putting it on someone else, he may have been depressed all day because of frustration and idleness. Although Jiang Hong is not like this, he can feel the weight of the gaze cast by those stone rooms.

He was not feeling well, and he couldn't leave, so he could only sit on the seat and cook cup after cup.

But why is it so long today, Jiang Hong hummed and his face became stiff with laughter, and the minister of the Ministry of War was still talking, and it was difficult for him to get away or interrupt.

But listening to the boasting of those few people who haven't been on the battlefield for many years, he is really angry.

"Little General Jiang."

An unfamiliar official came to toast him, Jiang Hong quickly picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and pulled him out of the hall as an excuse to pretend to be familiar with him.

The official was still young, and he was wearing a Hanlin official robe. Jiang Hong recalled the results of this year's palace examination, and guessed:

"Your Excellency is No. [-] in this subject, Shangguan Luming?"

Shangguan Lu Ming was born with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he was upright, but at this moment his eyes lit up, and while nodding, he saw no one on the left and right took a step closer:
"The little general has a good memory. He actually remembers my name and surname. But I'm also a guest of His Royal Highness Jiarou. I just saw that the little general couldn't escape, so I came here to help the general out of trouble."

Jiang Hong was not used to standing too close to people, so he took another half step back:

"I really want to thank you, but why haven't I heard Jiarou mention you?"

Shangguan Luming lowered his voice and replied:
"Your Highness asked me not to reveal this relationship, but I think the little general should know me. The previous inscribed letter was a secret letter from 'Lu Ming', and I wrote it to the general's residence."

"Oh!" Jiang Hong suddenly realized.

"It turns out that was your alias. It was really thanks to your news that time."

After besieging Dingyuanhou's mansion, King Duan went to the palace as quickly as possible to appeal for grievances. He insisted on describing Xiao Qi's actions as a crime of intentional crime, and put Yan Weiguang's death under the seat of the East Palace.

Jiang Hong was almost going to testify in person, but fortunately, the secret letter conveyed Wei Huai'en's intentions, telling them not to act rashly, so that the general's mansion would not have the opportunity to make a fuss about Wang Da Duan because of his impatience to disrupt the situation.

"It should be, it should be."

Shangguan Luming was very excited, and wanted to get closer again:

"Actually, I guessed at that time that the little general would definitely enter the palace to testify out of righteous indignation. His Highness Jiarou did not give me instructions, but fortunately, the final result proved that my guess was correct and did not ruin His Highness's plan."

Jiang Hong didn't show his expression yet and took another half step back:

"Your Excellency is humble. This time I owe you a favor. If I have a chance in the future, I must treat you to a good meal."

"The little general is really bold. The next time you rest and take a bath will be in seven days. How about just that day?"

In fact, Jiang Hong, who was originally just being polite and didn't really want to drink with someone he didn't know well, froze for a moment:
"Seven days later?"

"Then it's settled like this. The little general probably doesn't want to go back to the banquet, so please go back to the mansion. I will help the little general get around."

Shangguan Luming and his brothers patted Jiang Hong's shoulder well and squeezed, then pushed Jiang Hong, who was a bit unresponsive, towards a servant:

"The little general is drunk, send him out of the palace."

"Yes, little general Jiang, please follow me."

The little servant held Jiang Hong's arm responsibly.

"Little general, go slowly."

Shangguan Luming watched the bewildered Jiang Hong away with a smile, and secretly said in his heart:

"As expected of a little general, his muscles and bones are strong enough."

Fengwu Palace.

The empress changed out of the complicated palace attire, but after the palace man cleaned her face and covered her face with a thin layer of powder, she walked to the side of the emperor who was leaning on the bed and reading a book and sat down.

"For Huaining's marriage, I have several candidates. Your Majesty can help me make an idea?"

Emperor Yonghe raised his eyes: "Tell me about it."

"Lu Yuanzhi is the second son of Dali Temple Minister Lu Chong. Although he is not as knowledgeable as his elder brother Lu Zezhi, he is also very good, and his age is about the same as Huaining."

Speaking of this topic, the empress was very interested, and it was rare for her to have a few words with Emperor Yonghe, so she continued without pausing.

"There is also my nephew from my mother's house, Li Ji, whom Your Majesty met during the spring hunting, and who even gave me a deer.

Then there is the grandson of Fu Guogong, Zhao Xingde, who is also a good boy who is suitable for both civil and military affairs.How does His Majesty feel? "

It goes without saying that Lu Chong was a pure minister of Emperor Yonghe, but the empress took a detour to pick up Lu Chong's second son, which seemed like it would not affect the official career of Lu Chong's most valued eldest son.

But Lu Zezhi and one of Lu Yuan's mother and compatriots, how could they not be partial to their relatives.The Queen's mother's family controls the Ministry of Rites, and Princess Shang has a brighter future.

The last one, Zhao Xingde, Duke Fu is old, and the prince will soon succeed him, and Zhao Xingde is the next prince for sure.

Emperor Yonghe went over these candidates in his mind, and had to admire the Queen's comprehensive planning for his daughter.

Anyone who becomes a concubine will not only make Wei Huaining smooth and worry-free, but also help Prince Duan who joins forces with her.

Good idea.

What Emperor Yonghe likes most is checks and balances. He can see the queen's intentions, but he also praises her for being willing to give up the best choice and settle for the second best.

Because only in this way can he not directly dismiss it, but weigh which side he gives her.

What's more, the empress of a country has already put her demeanor so low, it is not easy for him to dismiss all three candidates.

But since Emperor Yonghe saw the plan behind her, how could he follow her way.

"The queen has a heart, these three people are worthy of Huai Ning. But I still remember that An Guogong's son is also good, why don't you think about it?"

The queen's smile froze for a moment. Of course, she couldn't really be bound to King Duan's boat, let alone marry her daughter into a close friend of King Duan.

Even though she hated the sons and daughters of the previous empress, she also understood that no matter who came to the throne, she was the only empress dowager, so she would not want to really wet her shoes and make her whole body fishy.

"An Guogong's mansion is also good, but Huai Ning must be willing to marry. The eldest son has been studying with Duan Wang since he was a child. I think Huai En is more suitable for him."

The queen just picked up Wei Huai'en, and she was happy to use Wei Huai'en to block the sword, and she could still leave an impression of a loving mother in Emperor Yonghe's heart.

But when Emperor Yonghe heard Wei Huai'en's name, he couldn't help but think of the empress' birthday in a few days and her rebellion during this period, and immediately lost the interest in dealing with the empress.

When the alcohol came up, he put the book aside: "Forget it, let's read it again."

The queen didn't dare to say any more, she asked the palace servants to dim the candles, and lay down on the bed.

　In the next chapter, we will return to the emotional drama between Wei Huaien and Xiao Qi!
　　
　
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