The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 395 Protons Only (1)
Han Bei smiled at him, but when he turned around, he was puzzled and raised his eyebrows slightly. This is the legendary Seventh Prince who will be established as the heir apparent?Hmph, their honorable Emperor His Majesty is really eclectic.

Who made Empress Situ unable to give birth to a son? If her stomach is not up to date, she can't blame others.

Thinking of this, Han Bei thought of the newly widowed Princess Rongchang again.His husband heard that he was quite capable, but unfortunately his life was too short, and he died of brother cannibalism.

Han Bei couldn't forget the whip she whipped him in public at Beijun Mansion. It took him two months of recuperation to recover, barely leaving a scar, which made him touch his cheek from time to time.

At the beginning, he swore in his heart that when he gained power, he would definitely make her look good.Now it seems that she should too, she can't escape the widow's life left and right.

Before coming to Shengjing this time, he was still thinking about what it would be like to see her again, but he didn't see her now, what a pity, he didn't even have the chance to despise her and humiliate her.

At the banquet in Cheng'en Hall, the monarch and his ministers had fun together, and the master of ceremonies, musicians and actors, who had been indifferent for a long time because of the Turkic disaster, also performed on the stage again. Li Shu was so busy that he was dizzy and ran back and forth.

However, Li Shu watched from a distance behind the stage, seeing that King Jinyang had no interest in these songs, dances, and plays, and his expression had not changed in any way. He wondered in his heart, could it be that the singing and dancing in the south of the Yangtze River did not suit King Jinyang's appetite?
After changing to Hu Xuanwu, those dancers danced vigorously in revealing clothes, and all civil and military officials were fascinated by it, but Jinyang King was still so indifferent.

Li Shu was at a loss.

The imperial decree issued by Emperor Jingyuan is to serve King Jinyang well. He tried his best to satisfy King Jinyang, so what should he do?

Just as he was in a hurry, the little eunuch next to Eunuch Gao came over and whispered something to Li Shu, Li Shu nodded in doubt.

After a while, the dancers withdrew and the musicians began to play.

As soon as the music started, Li Shu noticed that King Jinyang frowned and paused while holding the wine glass.

Han Bei also noticed it, and he didn't understand why his father cared so much about a piece of music. This was something he had never seen after following his father in these years.

Emperor Jing Yuan seemed to smile for the sake of everyone's confusion: "Does King Jinyang still remember this song?"

Without waiting for King Jinyang to reply, Emperor Jing Yuan sighed as if recalling the past: "At that time, both I and King Jinyang were still young, and we were running horses and having fun on the vast prairie of Beijun Mansion, listening to the girls. Playing the piano and singing, the most sung song is "Li Liyuan on the Grass". Every time I recall that time for more than 20 years, it is really unforgettable!"

The hand under King Jinyang's body suddenly clenched into a fist. From this piece of music that he hadn't heard in 20 years, he heard a clear and cheerful female voice say: "Han Xing, Liliyuan Shangcao, One year old and one withered and flourishing. When spring comes, the withered grass will turn green again, how interesting it is!"

"So?" The young man raised his eyebrows slightly and asked amusedly.

Her cheeks were flushed: "So, Li Liyuan went to the grass, one year old and one dry, the girl in this story and her lover couldn't be together, it's a pity, it's a pity... Then, what I want to say is that the grass will be there. Prosperity and withering come and go again and again, this is the destiny that cannot be violated, but, but you are my glory, my spring and summer, with you, I will never wither."

The young man smiled, his eyebrows must have been wide open, he pondered in her description, then pointed to the poppies blooming all over the mountains and plains, and read: "Shan'er, those flowers, the red one is you, and the white one is me, you wait for me... Marry you through the door..."

For many days and nights since then, he still couldn't help laughing when he thought of her description, "You are my glory, my spring and summer", that kind of sincere smile with the corners of the mouth slightly raised... in that year It came to an abrupt end.

Now someone is using another song to force him to recall, to remind him of the painful losses of these years, and to sprinkle salt on his wounds arrogantly and unscrupulously.

"Your Majesty has a good memory, but I have forgotten it." King Jinyang's expression has returned to his usual indifference.

"Really? That's a pity. I and the empress have loved this song so much these years. They played it with harp and flute, but it's still not as beautiful as the sound of qin and flute..." Emperor Jing Yuan also drank a glass of wine, Looking at King Jinyang with a smile in his sharp eyes, he plucked the musicians intentionally or unintentionally.

Emperor Jing Yuan has always attached equal importance to kindness and power, but today he always has a smile on his face. This kind of smile looks down on the world, but it seems that he wants to show kindness to others, so it is very different.The courtiers only felt that it was different, but they couldn't tell what the difference was. On the contrary, they understood that His Majesty treated King Jinyang differently.

Everyone knows that the instrument that the Holy Majesty is best at today is the flute, and when the flute sings together, it is naturally him and the concubine.For example, Li Shu, the chief of ceremonies, Si Zheng, or the personal servants around Emperor Jing Yuan knew that what Emperor Jing Yuan was talking about was about him and Concubine Li, but others didn't know.

"Your Majesty's words are very true." King Jinyang was silent for a while, nodded, put down the wine glass in his hand, and immediately someone from the palace came forward to fill it up.

Emperor Jingyuan had a lot of knots in his heart, and inadvertently drank countless cups like King Jinyang. The more Han Xing calmed down, the more noisy he was. Looking at the wine in the cup, he smiled and said, "The King of Jinyang thinks that my wine is better than Beijun Mansion's." How about Wangyouzui?"

Sitting below, Han Bei couldn't bear Emperor Jing Yuan's interrogation-like overtures. His father was fond of wine, and he never got drunk after a thousand cups. What is there to ask?The father is really calm and has no temper at all. Why on earth should he suffer all these grievances?
"Although this wine is good, you can't get drunk. Your Majesty doesn't like spirits any more these years?" King Jinyang answered truthfully while holding the white jade cup and stroking the smooth body.

"Although strong wine is good, you can't be greedy, especially now that King Jinyang and I have reached this age, and it's time to accept the temper of our youth. In addition, the queen always persuades me to drink less, how can I drink less?" Don't you listen?" Emperor Jing Yuan replied with a smile, and when he mentioned the last two sentences, his face seemed to be full of happiness.

The empress was mentioned again and again, showing off the deep friendship between the empress and the empress. People in the know are puzzled, and those who don't know have various feelings in their hearts.Empress Situ was not there, so Concubine Li Gui was alone by Emperor Jing Yuan's side. Hearing what His Majesty said, Concubine Li's face paled slightly, her fingers trembling, she squeezed the jug tightly, and poured another glass for Emperor Jing Yuan herself.

As if he could finally bear it no longer, King Jinyang raised his head and asked lightly, "How is the queen?"

He didn't ask why she wasn't here.

King Jinyang sat there with white hair, and his face was not as picturesque as it was 20 years ago, but Emperor Jingyuan was full of anger. He remembered the slap he slapped Situ Shan in the morning. Once, Han Xing seemed to feel it?It's really an enviable tacit understanding!

Apart from the anger, there was more of a coldness all over her body. She was right. Han Xing had no more love for her, and she had been waiting for this day!

In an instant, he blamed himself and became restless again. He hit her, and some people felt distressed. This person should only be him, how could there be anyone else?Is this other person with ulterior motives here to snatch her back?
(End of this chapter)