When Spring Comes

Everyone says that being an emperor is the best thing in the world. There is no need to worry about everything. However, to be born an emperor, there are more sacrifices. If he did something wrong, it was the people closest to him who suffered the consequences, which was more painful than letting him take it on his own.

Yu Wenjie didn’t remember when he didn’t like to laugh anymore. It seemed that the grand palace lady who had been with him to make herself happy died in the dry well of the cold palace for no reason. She seemed to be the one who tried to make him happy. When there is no good end.

The queen mother said that the love of the emperor should not be exposed. If you give people a kindness and preference to let people grasp the weakness, it will either be the death of the person he favors, or he will fall to the throne, and the disaster will be lost.

He had resisted, but after countless **** facts were before his eyes, Yu Wenjie gave up the struggle and obediently followed the path arranged by the Queen Mother.

Now he almost took another step wrong. Fortunately, it didn't hurt him yet.

Closing his eyes, the emperor pinched the medicine bottle in his hand tightly.

Duke Qin's eyes were reddish, looking at the emperor's expression, he was also sad, but he didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere in the room was very solemn, and the sunlight outside seemed not to come in.

"Duke Qin!" Someone yelled, jumped in with a full body of light, jumped to the bed with a pair of big eyes, and looked at him distressedly: "This is too miserable, it's worse than I did last time. It’s miserable. There are still some ointments that I haven’t used up in the flower house. Why don’t I send someone out of the palace to get you some?"

The emperor was startled, Qin Youcai was also slightly stunned, looking up at the prime minister in front of him.

He clearly doesn't shine, but it makes people feel that his eyes are bright, and the haze in his heart has dispersed a lot.

For a moment, Qin Youcai suddenly understood why the emperor was attracted to him.

"Don't worry about the prime minister. The old slave is so cheap and used to being beaten. There will be nothing wrong with him." Duke Qin said with a low smile, "It's just that I'm afraid that I won't be able to serve the emperor in the past two days. I have to help the prime minister."

"This is a small matter." Huachun waved his hand generously.

Now that the emperor has been so gentle, it is very easy to deal with, and it is no longer aimed at her. Everyone understands and coexists peacefully, and it is indeed a small matter to serve him.

However, as soon as she finished her words, the emperor said, "You can go out of the palace, and you don't need to continue to wait in the palace."

What? Huachun was taken aback, then turned to look at Yu Wenjie.

Didn’t you say you want to keep her in the palace for a while? What did he mean by saying it was safe outside? Or something?

The emperor couldn't see any emotion on his face, stood up, and his tall body directly blocked the sunlight coming through the window, shrouding her in the shadows.

"Go back and do what the Prime Minister himself should do."

"...The minister followed the order."

The emperor said so, she could not ask others why. But, good point, why does Yu Wenjie seem to have changed back to what he was before? He doesn't have any popularity at all.

"By the way, the minister has one more thing to ask." Huachun said: "What I just said before the dowager is just that the minister wants to excuse his majesty. Now the minister wants to ask seriously, is the emperor really lucky to be a male favorite? "

"No." Yu Wenjie replied decisively: "The explanation I gave is the fact. I hate broken sleeves the most in my life. I will never do anything to break my sleeves, and I will not be in the palace."

With a sigh of relief, Hua Chun smiled: "Then the minister is relieved."

Don't worry... Yu Wenjie closed his eyes, snorted, turned around and left the small room.

Huachun looked at his back inexplicably.

"The emperor doesn't know how to say good things." Duke Qin said in a low voice, "When you stay with the emperor, you must learn to listen to him attentively, not your ears. The grandpa is a wise man, and he must be able to understand what an old slave means."

Huachun nodded, and she would just treat Yu Wenjie as a tantrum kid. After living in the palace for so long, it is time to go out.

After going to the side hall to pack up things, Huachun went to the apse to find the emperor to say goodbye. Although I will see you tomorrow morning, I won’t have a meal together and read a book together. It’s still worth reluctant to give up.

However, Yu Wenjie didn't mean to be reluctant at all. As soon as she entered the door of the apse, a folding paper fell at her feet, and the emperor's voice said with anger: "You can also make an urgent folding paper for eight hundred miles. Fall into the corner and forget to show it to me!"

For a moment, Hua Chun recalled. It is common for her, who often falls asleep during the process of reading the folded paper, accidentally knocks the folded paper off, and falls under the table.

Seeing that Yu Wenjie was really angry, she still knelt down and saluted: "The minister knows his mistake."

"You don't need to know the fault of the flood disaster in the northwest." The emperor said in a deep voice, "Punish you fifty...two yuan."

Originally wanted to talk about the Fifty Court Rods, he changed his mouth when he saw his hands in plaster on the ground.

Huachun hurriedly thanked her. The punishment for not beating her was a gift, and the money was casual. Anyway, there were only a few people in the prime minister's house.

"Let's go out." Yu Wenjie turned his back, his anger still remained.

Huachun got up cautiously and slipped out of the Zichen Hall on tiptoe.

The emperor was in a bad mood, so he turned his anger on the prime minister, and the news that he drove the prime minister out of the palace soon spread through the palace. For a while, everyone was in danger, for fear that what he did wrong would annoy the emperor. The empress dowager sent Yue to see that her aunt gave dessert to please. It is said that the emperor did not move a bit.

The concubines in the palace did not dare to come forward, but Hua Xunyue entered the Zichen Palace with the tonic at this time. Not knowing what happened in the middle, the emperor seemed to be angry and rewarded Concubine Shu with a few boxes of jewelry.

So there was a "ugly wind" in the palace. The concubines gave up their beautiful makeup and tried to make themselves mediocre in order to win the favor of the emperor. The emperor also restored his previous appearance. In this palace today, in that tomorrow In the palace.

Everything returned to normal, and Hua Chun happily held the dried fish made by Wan's as a snack in the prime minister's house, eating and resting.

"Hua'er." Wan Liufang looked at her worriedly: "Now your hand hurts, you can't change the book, and you have annoyed the emperor. He didn't take back the prime minister's power. What can I do if this continues?"

"It's okay." Huachun was very open about it: "Just take a vacation, Hua's family now has a third sister to support, let's not worry."

"can……"

"The emperor has his own considerations." Huachun smiled slightly: "Whether he is petting me or alienating me, he has his own thoughts and goals. To be a minister, just cooperate with the emperor and don't care about other things."

She knew better than anyone else in her heart that Duke Qin said well that he should not listen to the emperor with his ears, but listen carefully. Yu Wenjie is actually not as selfish and domineering as she initially thought. On the contrary, his heart is quite soft, but he doesn't know why he always looks so fierce.

He was kind to her, she remembered it in her heart, and would definitely reciprocate with loyalty, defending his throne and prospering his country.

Such a tacit understanding is enough. On the surface, what the emperor wants to do, as long as it doesn't hurt her bottom line, everything is easy to discuss.

Wan Shi sighed and compromised: "Then I won't go back to Huafu, lest I see those little hoofs and their tails up to the sky. I feel uncomfortable just looking at it."

"You can live here." Huachun smiled and said, "Although I was deducted from the salaries, I can still afford to support you."

Wan Shi laughed.

Qing Yu combed her married hair bun, and did housework very well, tidying up his clothes.

"Master is really open-minded." When changing clothes, Qing Niao said in a low voice, "I might have a grudge against the emperor if I change someone else."

"This is not open-minded, people have to be reasonable." Huachun said: "Although everyone lives for their own interests and speaks from their own standpoint, occasionally they have to look at the overall situation and cooperate with others to make themselves. Take a better path. If you don't want to suffer a loss at all, then you are destined to suffer even greater losses in the future."

Qing Qiao's eyes were full of admiration, and he looked up at her and said, "It's great that you can think like this, Lord."

"Huh?" Huachun looked at her and blinked: "Do you care about the overall situation?"

"The concubine is not interested in those things." Qing Niao said earnestly: "The concubine's life's desire is nothing but peace and joy, and life goes smoothly."

"Good girl." Huachun smiled and patted her hand: "I will let the maid go to the street to buy you sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Green smiled, eyes bright, changed her clothes and took her out for dinner.

"She made this dish by herself." Wan Shi looked at Huachun very satisfied and said, "If you have such a good wife, you should cherish it."

"Yes, yes." Huachun nodded jokingly and immersed himself in eating.

The food is not as precious and delicate as the dishes in the palace, but it has a strong homely taste. Eating and eating Huachun was thinking about giving Yuwenjie a taste of this craft, and he might like it too. After all, I have eaten a lot of big fish and big meat. A little refreshing must be very appetizing.

Yu Wenjie was sitting at the table alone, staring at the table full of food in a daze.

The sky has slowly dimmed, and the palace is lit up, very bright. However, there was no Duke Qin, no Hua Jinghua beside him, only the **** who Xinding came to serve, and a table of food that made him lose his appetite.

"The emperor." The **** next to him broke out in a cold sweat: "If the food doesn't suit your taste, let the imperial dining room change the table?"

The emperor was silent, his eyes fell quietly on the empty position opposite, and he muttered: "I want to eat dried fish."

"...?" The **** looked puzzled.

"The fried kind, the dried fish mixed with chili." Yu Wenjie got up and walked towards the inner hall: "You can let someone do it. Let's take it out for dinner and enjoy it."

"Yes."

Why would the emperor want to eat dried fish? The new **** didn't understand it, but he did it.

In the next few days, except for the upper dynasty, the emperor never saw Prime Minister Hua alone again.

This is not surprising. In the early morning, some people in the middle of the country would give the folds to Huachun, and the other group would still give them directly to your Majesty.

Huachun is very sad.

Who should be asked to help her make changes? With so many folds, Yu Wenjie has to watch it in the middle of the night. She hasn't unblocked her right hand, and no one in the mansion is reliable...