Zhao Fujin, the Emperor who brought disaster to the country

Chapter 36 Regret to death
After arranging things, Zhao Fujin took Qiong Zhi and Qiong Yu out of the palace door under Qiong Ye's incomprehensible eyes.

It was cold, so Zhao Fujin stopped the soft sedan carried by the palace people and took the lead in the direction of Yiqing Palace.

The snow is already two or three inches high, and four or five palace people are clearing the way in front.

Zhao Fujin led two palace maids and eight chamberlains, walking leisurely on the palace road. From a distance, they seemed to be strolling in the imperial garden.

It was cold, and in the entire palace, except for their group, there were only snowflakes dancing everywhere. The branches were covered with snow, and each one looked like a white ice sculpture of different shapes on display.

Qiongzhi started to look around after leaving the Ninghe Hall. Only Qiongyu was the only one holding Zhao Fujin forward on the snow.

Finally, when passing through the Yiqing Hall, Qiongzhi's eyes caught sight of a young eunuch who was looking out along the pillars of the Yiqing Hall.

When Qiongzhi saw her, he immediately shifted his gaze and finally stopped looking around.

Behind her, there was a burly chamberlain who quietly left the team and followed the little chamberlain without anyone noticing.

After leaving the gate of Yiqing Palace and walking for another half an hour, the gate of Yaohua Palace finally appeared in front of Zhao Fujin and others.

Outside the door, there was a woman wearing a navy blue fur cloak, with her back to them, directing the palace servants in front of the door to clean carefully.

It wasn't until Zhao Fujin arrived that the woman seemed to realize something. When she turned her head, a small, crystal clear face appeared in Zhao Fujin's eyes.

With a palm-sized face, curved and thin eyebrows, matching long eyes, a small nose and a small mouth, at first glance, one might have thought it was a painting of a beautiful lady walking out of a painting.

The small mouth was slightly tilted upward, and a clear and sweet voice immediately rang out: "Is this the Emperor Mingde? Alas, my daughter Meng Jiangying meets the Emperor!"

Meng Jiangying?
Zhao Fujin also smiled back: "Mrs. Meng, please forgive me. I have heard of your name a long time ago, and I don't want to meet you now."

I’ve heard a few words about this before and it’s very mysterious.

The smile on Meng Jiangying's lips deepened. She stood up straight, stepped forward to help Zhao Fujin, and said eagerly: "My maid, too. In the past, when brother Cai chatted with the eldest lady, he mentioned the emperor's concubine and her appearance. Bitianren is worthy of being born from Zixu Zhenjun!"

It's really hard to say who Zixu Zhenjun is at the moment. After all, the Liu family is now embedded in the painting and can't move even an inch.

"Mrs. Meng's little mouth is very good at talking, and it makes people feel comforted from the bottom of their hearts." Zhao Fujin held her hand and was very friendly: "Come on, I haven't seen Mrs. Meng in many years. Today It's snowing and I have some free time, so I can spend half a day chatting with my wife by the fire."

The two of them were holding hands, looking from the back, it looked like an intimate handkerchief.

But no one behind him thought so.

Qiongzhi was a little depressed: Meng Jiangying is so stupid. How long has it been since then? She deliberately mentioned Cai Chi in front of the emperor to make her jealous.

Qiong Yu calmly turned around and winked, and a few more of the dozen or so servants behind them quietly disappeared.

Yaohua Palace is very small, and most of the place is dedicated to Taoist kings. Therefore, when guests come to visit, only the side hall can entertain them.

Meng Ruyi was dressed in a khaki Taoist robe. She was in her 40s, with her black hair held high and held in place by only a jade hairpin. She had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and compassion for all living beings. She looked like a Taoist master, and her ordinary facial features were accentuated. Gotta shine.

She was leaning against the stove, holding a book in her hand and looking at it in the light of the fire.Meng Jiangying didn't report until she entered the side hall: "Madam, look, who is coming!"

Zhao Fujin stood in the dark corner of the palace door, his features were in half-light and half-darkness. Meng Ruyi glanced over and seemed to see an old friend.

She frowned and was stunned for a moment, then stood up and smiled: "Look at me, in this trance, I actually feel that Qing Yan is back. You mother and daughter are so similar. It's really..."

Halfway through, he choked up and couldn't continue.

It seems that the relationship between the two is really great.

"Mother Meng, it's my fault. Before my mother died, she told me again and again that I should have more contact with you, but I was so busy that I forgot about it." Zhao Fujin stepped into the hall.

Meng stepped forward and was about to talk to her, but when he saw what she was carrying around her neck after taking off her cloak, she was instantly speechless.

Zhao Fujin didn't seem to notice anything wrong with her and was still looking around: "Your Majesty, this room is really shabby. There is only this stove. It's freezing to the bone as soon as you come in."

As he spoke, he took the cloak from Qiong Yu's hand: "I'd better keep it on. It's not much different here than outside. It's very cold when I take off my cloak."

Meng Ruyi watched helplessly as the pendant disappeared into the cloak again, then she turned her eyes and saw Qiong Zhi following behind.

"I heard that His Highness donated many good books to the officials?" She didn't seem to hear Zhao Fujin's complaint. She stretched out her hand that had just been baked on the stove, and took Zhao Fujin to sit on the small bamboo couch next to the stove. Asked softly.

"Well, talking about this, I also feel very strange!" Zhao Fujin pretended to be innocent and widened his eyes: "Ever since I woke up after drinking too much that night, I have somehow been able to get a lot of things with just a stretch of my hand. It's really weird. Come on... Your Majesty, you have been serving Dao Lord all year round, do you know what kind of secret this is?"

"This..." Meng Ruyi felt that her heart ached. She watched Meng Jiangying put charcoal into the stove, and after a moment she was able to speak: "Could it be your mother, Immortal Lord Zixu, who is blessing you?"

"I think so too!" Seeing that she had lost her sanctimonious look, Zhao Fujin spoke even more briskly: "Back then, when my mother went there, my father invited Lin Lingsu to summon souls, and he said that my mother was among the immortals. It's normal for her to take care of me after work."

Meng Ruyi twitched her lips, and when Zhao Fujin was unaware, she winked at Meng Jiangying. Meng Jiangying sat down opposite them and asked curiously: "Emperor Ji, I thought I saw you wearing one under your cloak just now." This gold pendant is sparkling, but it doesn’t look like the usual gold ornaments?”

"Oh, are you talking about this pendant?" Zhao Fujin reached out and took out the pendant from his cloak. Under the light of the fire, half of his face seemed to be shining with the pendant: "It's strange to say that after that night, my neck... This pendant appeared out of nowhere, and I saw how exquisite it was, so I wore it often."

Meng Ruyi's expression changed immediately as she got closer. She put her hands in her sleeves and clenched them tightly into a fist.

"Hey, it's in the shape of a lotus bud? It really looks good. No wonder Di Ji wears it all the time." Meng Jiangying smiled and stretched out her hand: "Can you let me take a closer look?"

"That can't be done!" Zhao Fujin stuffed the pendant into her cloak in a hurry. She still seemed to feel that it was not safe. She thought about it and stuffed it into her close-fitting clothes: "This is like those uncommon objects. , these must be the thoughts my mother left for me, but I cannot let outsiders blaspheme them."

Blasphemy?

Meng Jiangying's hands froze in mid-air.

Meng Ruyi's face turned completely blue.

(End of this chapter)