Dressed as the Queen Mother to grasp the script of a strong country

Zheng Wanyi's palace.

The lights were flickering, and Zheng Wanyi was reading with a book on the couch.

"Xian Fei, someone in the court today actually hit a pillar in the court and died in order to oppose the emperor's imperial examination."

"He hit the pillar and died because of his opposition to the imperial examination." Zheng Wanyi said.

Zheng Wanyi thought about it, then put down the book and wrote on the paper brought by the palace maid.

"Father, I hope you won't do anything about the imperial examination." Zheng Wanyi wrote, recalling the emperor's chess style.

Then when he felt something was wrong, he put the paper on the light and burned it.

Keep writing again on the paper.

Zheng Wanyi, who was slowly considering her words, had flashbacks of the past in her mind.

Zheng Fu.

Master Zheng and Mrs. Zheng are sitting in the upper seats. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival night for family reunion.

Zheng Wanyi and Zheng Boying stood together to say hello to their parents.

"Bo Ying, father will take a good look at your homework today." Mr. Zheng said happily.

"Yes."

"The Doctrine of the Mean says that you should not blame Heaven when you are above, and you should not blame others when you are below. Therefore, a gentleman lives in Yi to wait for his fate, while a villain takes risks to get lucky, which is called reconciliation." Master Zheng said.

"This sentence means that when a gentleman encounters a problem..." Zheng Baiying stumbled and couldn't answer.

Master Zheng looked at Zheng Boying without answering, his face looked slightly serious.

Zheng Boying was even more nervous.

"What my father said..." Zheng Wanyi said slowly.

Zheng Wanyi answered Master Zheng’s question for Zheng Boying.

Zheng Wanyi looked forward to seeing Master Zheng praise Zheng Boying as well as herself, but Zheng Wanyi did not wait to praise her.

It's like this never happened.

No response.

Mr. Zheng did not make any comment on Zheng Wanyi’s answer.

Instead, he said to Zheng Baiying seriously: "Boying, you still need to review your homework."

"Yes." Zheng Boying said.

……

"Mother, why is father like this? I am obviously smarter than Bai Ying." Zheng Wanyi said without anger.

"It is virtue for a woman to have no talent. It is your duty to breed heirs, prosper the family, and help Bai Ying..." Mrs. Zheng advised patiently.

"It is a virtue for a woman not to be talented? But am I really smarter than Bai Ying? Is it because I am a woman? Only my father can be like this?" Zheng Wanyi still asked.

At this young age, she didn't understand why her father would choose to ignore her.

……

Shouldn't being born a woman be like what the mother said?

Zheng Wanyi is still writing on the paper.

Fold the written letter, put it in an envelope, and give it to the palace maid to give to Mr. Zheng.

The palace maid left and hurriedly walked in the courtyard.

"What happened so fast?" Yuan Gao's voice asked.

The maid looked at Yuan Gao who appeared in front of her, then saw the emperor, and then stuffed the letter into her sleeve.

"Slave, please see the emperor." The maid came back to her senses and knelt down.

The emperor looked at the envelope in the maid's hand and didn't intend to pay attention. Then he ignored the maid and walked into the house.

The maid looked at the emperor who was leaving and started to walk out again.

Zheng Wanyi, who had just recalled the past, was still immersed in her own world.

He didn't pay attention to the emperor who walked into the house.

"Were you writing a letter just now?" the emperor asked.

Zheng Wanyi came back to her senses after hearing the emperor's voice.

Guilty, he put away the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table.

"Did you hear today that someone in the court died after hitting a pillar to obstruct the imperial examination?" the emperor asked.

When Zheng Wanyi heard the emperor's question, she knew that the emperor must know that she had written a letter to her father.

Zheng Wanyi stopped arranging the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table and nodded lightly.

"What do you think about the death of someone who was trying to interfere with the imperial examination?" the emperor asked.

Zheng Wanyi did not speak, but shook her head lightly.

The emperor took the paper with ink on it.

"Maybe your letter contains your opinion?" the emperor said.

Zheng Wanyi thought about it and said, "I just wrote an ordinary letter home to my father."

The emperor held the paper and placed it between the two of them. Zheng Wanyi could only look at the emperor's long, clean hands with clear joints.

After Zheng Wanyi said that, the emperor put down the paper, looked at Zheng Wanyi seriously and said, "An ordinary family letter?"

His eyes were filled with suspicion, oppression, and teasing.

As if I don't believe it at all, I can stop the book and confront him face to face.

"For the Imperial Examination, it can attract talents. For ordinary people, it is an opportunity to rise to glory and wealth. But for aristocratic families." Zheng Wanyi paused and did not continue.

Instead, he looked at the emperor's face.

The emperor nodded and asked seriously: "Do you think the family will give up?"

Zheng Wanyi looked at the emperor equally seriously: "Your Majesty, what do you think?"

The emperor smiled slightly.

Zheng Wanyi looked at the emperor calmly.

The emperor's smile is the happiness of having a close friend.

Zheng Wanyi calmly but clearly realized that she was trapped in the struggle between this family and the imperial power and was powerless.

This feeling is as powerless as when you were a child and couldn't get the attention of Mr. Zheng Bingzhi and your father no matter what.

……

Zheng Fu.

Master Zheng handed the letter he received intact to Mrs. Zheng.

Mrs. Zheng opened the letter and when she saw the content, she said, "Sir, Wanyi's letter is..."

Then he handed it over to Zheng Bingzhi.

Zheng Bingzhi showed no reaction after reading it and placed the letter on the candlelight.

"The emperor is determined to win the imperial examination, and father should be a pure minister." The letter burned out bit by bit.

After the letter was burned out, Zheng Bingzhi left the house and went to the study to discuss with his advisers.

"We should do this, so that the imperial examination cannot be carried out..."

In Liang Meng Palace.

"What has the princess been doing these days?" Liang Meng felt that she had not seen Jing Huan for a long time, so she asked.

"Your Majesty, this servant doesn't know either." Hongyu replied.

Since the King of the Opposite Sex incident, Liu Heng has been at home.

In the peach blossom forest, the peach blossoms have withered.

Jing Huan waved Tao Yao in the air and stood opposite Liu Heng.

Liu Heng lowered his hands naturally and held Zhuohua in his hands.

"Liu Heng, Jing Huan is good at kung fu, so be careful," Jing Huan said.

Then Jing Huan waved Tao Yao and rushed towards Liu Heng. Liu Heng also defended against Jing Huan's attack.

When Jing Huan was unprepared, Liu Heng placed Zhuo Hua on Jing Huan's neck.

Jing Huan looked at Zhuo Hua who was leaning against his neck.

"I lost. This is the 200th time Jing Huan has lost. Jing Huan will definitely defeat you next time he faces this move." Jing Huan said dissatisfied.

Liu Heng nodded.

Liu Heng has grown a lot after experiencing the King of the Opposite Sex incident. Now he is like a bird in a cage all the time. Once the bird is not satisfied with staying in the cage, he will be punished.

Liu Heng is no longer the high-spirited young man.

When one day the young man who once dreamed of fighting on the battlefield to defend his family and country can no longer realize his burden, he will be like a walking zombie whose soul has been taken away.

The once high-spirited young man also began to become restrained and silent.

Jing Huan and Liu Heng met for the first time after the King of the Opposite Sex incident.

"Thanks to the rescue by Her Royal Highness, the Liu family was saved. Liu Heng would like to thank the princess." Liu Heng said.

"Big brother, you..." Jing Huan was surprised.

"Brother, you don't need to be so polite. You have saved Jing Huan twice and taught Jing Huan kung fu. With the grace of saving your life and the love of a mentor, Jing Huan should contribute to the preservation of the Liu family." Jing Huan said.

Liu Heng was still respectful and polite.

"Brother, Jing Huan's kung fu has not yet been mastered. You are not going to teach Jing Huan a lesson without breaking your promise." Jing Huan said.

"Princess, please don't call Liu Heng your big brother again, Liu Heng can't afford it," Liu Heng said. Jing Huan wanted to refute, but Jing Huan remembered what his mother had said.

"Those who have experienced huge changes will definitely have huge psychological changes..."

Then he nodded.

"Jing Huan will call eldest brother by his name after that."

"Liu Heng." Jing Huan said with a smile.

"Liu Heng will never wield a sword again, so he asked the princess to accept another person as his teacher." Liu Heng said.

"What, you said you don't know how to use swords and swords, so you asked me to accept someone else as my teacher." Jing Huan said in surprise.

Liu Heng nodded.

Jing Huan looked at Liu Heng and asked in confusion: "Why? Don't you like the feeling of wielding a weapon in your hand? Do you want to give up all these years of hard work?"

"Giving up means giving up. If you don't like it, you don't like it. What if you give up? What if you don't give up? What if you like it? What if you don't like it?" Liu Heng said.

Jing Huan looked at Liu Heng in disbelief.

Is this still the Liu Heng Jing Huan knew?

Jing Huan couldn't just watch Liu Heng give up his kung fu.

Jing Huan wanted to help Liu Heng in his own way.

Jing Huan attacked Liu Heng, but Liu Heng did not make any movement to resist.

The nine-section whip scratched Liu Heng's cheek.

Liu Heng didn't care.

Jing Huan looked at Liu Heng who didn't care and had no choice but to continue his attack.

Liu Heng was beaten all the time.

Liu Heng was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

Jing Huan was panting, but Liu Heng still looked unconcerned.

Jing Huan squatted on the ground, grabbed Liu Heng's clothes, and forced Liu Heng's eyes to look at him.

"I'm asking you again, do you really want to give up kung fu?" Jing Huan said.

Liu Heng looked at Jing Huan and nodded.

When Liu Heng nodded, Jing Huan made a move towards Liu Heng.

Liu Heng fell to the ground again.

Jing Huan continued to ask.

This is repeated over and over again.

Liu Heng fell to his knees.

Jing Huan grabbed Liu Heng's collar and asked.

"Are you really going to give up?" Jing Huan shouted loudly.

Liu Heng pushed Jing Huan away.

"Yes, I want to give up. So what if I don't give up? I can no longer hold the weapons in my hands and gallop on the battlefield to protect my family and my country. No more, no more." Liu Heng shouted.

Express your depression.

Then Liu Heng burst into tears.

Jing Huan looked at Liu Heng in pain.

Rain began to fall in the sky and gradually fell on the peach blossoms. The withered flowers on the ground were also stained with mud under the drizzle.

"No, it's not true. Even if you can't gallop on the battlefield, you can still use kung fu to defend your home and country. You can use kung fu to act chivalrously and righteously. Just like when we met and you saved me, you can still use kung fu to kill foreign enemies. .

In short, defending the country does not necessarily require leading troops to fight and gallop on the battlefield..." Jing Huan said loudly.

After hearing Jing Huan's words, the painful Liu Heng's numb eyes flashed with light again.

"Really? I don't have to fight on the battlefield, but I can still protect my family and my country?" Liu Heng asked.

"It's true. As long as you don't give up your kung fu, you can continue to guard the Liu family, you can continue to guard the people, and you can continue to guard Dajin." Jing Huan said.

Liu Heng nodded.

The rain enveloped the two of them.

……

Daijin received a letter from the Huoyao Dynasty, and the Huoyao envoy will come to Daijin soon.

in the hall.

"What do you think of Ambassador Huo Yao's visit to Daikin this time?" the emperor asked.

"Dajin destroys the sunset. I think Huoyao is here to congratulate Dajin on taking over the Central Plains."

"Congratulations? It has been more than a few years since Daijin destroyed Sunset. It would be ridiculous to talk about congratulations."

"I believe that Huo Yao, who has the strongest military strength among the five dynasties, is going to Daijin this time and may have a plot against Daijin." Zheng Bingzhi said.

"Have you any plans against Dai Jin?" the emperor asked.

All the officials looked at each other.

The news that envoys from the Huoyao Dynasty came to Daijin quickly reached Liang Meng's ears.

Buddhist temple.

Snowflakes were flying all over the sky.

Heavy snow covered the magnolia trees.

Jia Bingbing got off the carriage and headed to the Buddhist temple.

Jia Bingbing will not interrupt her days of worshiping Buddha.

When Jia Bingbing came out of the house, she saw Xiao Yuan waiting in the heavy snow.

Every time when Jia Bingbing worships Buddha, Xiao Yuan always appears at the Buddhist temple.

"It's not safe on the snowy road. Xiao Yuan will take the young lady back home." Xiao Yuan said.

Jia Bingbing did not refuse.

Just like this, Xiao Yuan, dressed in black, rode a horse and carriage side by side in the heavy snow.

Jia Mansion.

Xiao Yuan sent Jia Bingbing to Jia's house and left on horseback.

Mrs. Jia soon learned that Jia Bingbing was sent back to her home by a man.

Mrs. Jia, who was worried about her daughter, came and asked, "Bingbing, who is the man who sent you back today?"

"It's Xiao Yuan, Jinyiwei." Jia Bingbing said calmly.

"Is this the royal guard Xiao Yuan who is known as the sword in the emperor's hand?" Mrs. Jia said.

Jia Bingbing nodded.

Mrs. Jia questioned Jia Bingbing carefully.

"How do you know Xiao Yuan?"

"How many times have you met?"

"Have you made a private decision for life?"

……

Mrs. Jia told Master Jia about this matter.

"Madam is saying that Bingbing and Xiao Yuan know each other." Mr. Jia said.

Mrs. Jia nodded.

"Master, Bingbing has reached the age to discuss marriage. Xiao Yuan is a popular person around the emperor. Why don't you marry Bingbing to Xiao Yuan?" Mrs. Jia said.

"Xiao Yuan is indeed a popular person around the emperor, but Madam also knows that Xiao Yuan is the sword in the hand of the emperor. It is Xiao Yuan who does everything to ransack homes and destroy families. He has made too many enemies. Licking blood from the tip of the knife every day is too much. Danger.

What's more, the entire Zhenbei Palace has disappeared, and Xiao Yuan relies on the emperor. Once the emperor no longer trusts him, his whole life will be overturned. If he marries someone from a noble family, he can still serve as an official if he changes to the emperor.

Although Xiao Yuan is now a popular figure in front of the emperor, in terms of his origin, he is just a concubine of the Zhenbei Palace. There is a difference between a concubine and a concubine. How can a mere concubine be worthy of Bingbing.

Only the legitimate son of a noble family can match Bingbing, so as not to disgrace my reputation as the second person in the Jin Dynasty. "Jia Zhongguo said.

"What the master said is that the wife was so confused that she came up with the idea of ​​​​promising Bingbing to Xiao Yuan." Mrs. Jia said.

In the dark night, in the courtyard of the Jia Mansion, a black figure left after Mr. Jia and Mrs. Jia finished talking.

Xiao Mansion.

Xiao Yuan was in charge, listening to his subordinates' reports.

This subordinate is the shadow in Jia's house.

"Master Xiao, this is what Master Jia said in the conversation with Mrs. Jia."

Xiao Yuan's originally calm and normal face was stained with gloom.

A scowl showed on his face.

"Go down."

The subordinates left under Xiao Yuan's instructions.

After his subordinates left, Xiao Yuan crushed the quilt in his hand.

"bastard."

"bastard."

Xiao Yuan recited the word "bastard" coldly, and a haze enveloped him.