My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle - Chapter 457

Chapter 457 Empress 34: Lin Yingshen’s memory awakening, who is Hua Qing?

“Ying Shen.”

“Ying Shen.”

Lin Ying Shen looked back: “Huh?”

Chen Xing is the brother-in-law of the regiment. He has the best temper: “What do you want? Let’s go, I will send you back.”

She nodded, packed her makeup bag, and took her coat and car key: “Trouble.”

The location of the theater was a little off, there were no cars on the road, and the night after the summer rain was exceptionally quiet. She closed her eyes and thought for a while, her consciousness began to faint.

She had a dream, and there was a woman in her dream, with long sleeves and wide sleeves, ringing Jingle.

Behind the rockery is a lotus pond, a pool of water hibiscus is striving for the beauty, far away, you can hear the sound of laughter in the viewing pavilion by the pool.

Three or five young handsome sons, either standing, sitting, holding a fan, or holding a sword, are all Jinyi Huafu Fengshen Junlang.

“Brother Sanhuang, you’re fooling.”

The speaker was a 13th and 4th teenager, wearing a bright yellow robe. The teenager was born with red lips and white teeth, so he was so angry.

The man who was called the third emperor’s brother was holding bows and arrows, his sword and eyebrows, and his smile was gentle and gentle: “How do I get rid of it?”

The teenager blushed angrily: “How can you shoot two arrows!”

The third emperor still smiled as if he had no temper: “Can’t you say it?”

“you–“

The teenager was so angry that he didn’t pay attention. Pei Yu at the waist had been taken by the three emperors, and he was still interested.

The boy refused to accept: “Third Brother!” That Yu Pei was given by the Father Emperor!

Aside, the fan in Tsing Yi knocked on the young man’s shoulder with the fan face: “Walk Lao Jiu and enter the third brother’s pocket, except for the father emperor and the seventh, who will come.”

After listening to the boy, his eyes brightened and looked back: “Seven Brother.”

I saw his seventh brother lying lazily on the fence, twisting some fish food to tease the koi in the pool. After a while, he turned back: “Play?”

In a white dress, it looks like the one in the picture, and it is not as real as it is pleasing to the eye.

In the end it is the famous Dachu’s skin pouch, what a beautiful bone.

The third boy nodded: “OK.”

The little waiter stepped forward and grabbed a handful of copper coins and asked the two princes to be ready.

The three princes drew their bows. The man in white wiped his hands slowly. The attendant handed the bow and arrow. He took it and plucked the string with his fingertips.

“Throw!”

A handful of coins were thrown into the sky.

The man in white bends his bow, shoots an arrow, and wears five coins

The three princes sent two arrows at the same time, only three.

“It’s better to have Qige’s arrows.” The teenager smiled proudly and reached out for help. “Third Brother, Yu Pei returned me.”

The three princes threw the jade in their hands: “Seven, I have served.”

He seemed to be lacking in interest, and brushed his sleeves, “Go away.” Turning around, slightly hooked his lips, he smiled lightly, and Yichi Fuhui lost his color suddenly, less than the three-point color in his eyes.

Qingsheng is good, the gentleman is picturesque.

“Hua Qing.”

“Hua Qing.”

She was called back to God, turned back, and saluted: “Brother.”

It is the eldest son of Prime Minister’s House, Fan Yin: “What are you looking at?”

As a woman, she should be reserved, but she forgot the teaching of the old grandmother at this time, and the ghost made the gods say: “Which young master is that son in white?”

She was far away, unable to hear them, and only saw the outline.

Fan Yin laughed and joked: “Why, look at it?”

She bowed her head shyly: “Brother Mo wants to tease Hua Qing.”

Fan Yin glanced at the young man in white who had gone away, and his compatriot sister said: “That is the seven kings of the Tian family.”

This is Prime Minister’s House.

Fan Yin, the son of the Prime Minister, was the host, and today he invited several Tianjia Wangye to shoot arrows.

Among the twelve sons of Longsheng, the emperor’s favorite is the sister-in-law of the deceased Queen Wenzheng.

The second time she saw Rongli was on the horse farm. At that time, he was rid of the horse by a son, and his white clothes were covered with dust. After he dismounted, he walked towards the bridgehead on the riverside.

She pulled away the maid and stepped forward: “Son, your hand is bleeding.”

Rong Li looked back, his eyes light, only two words: “No harm.”

It was far away from the Prime Minister ’s House that day, she only saw his outline. Now she is so close, her eyes can no longer be moved away. She loves painting. Ink Danqing has read countless times, and she has never seen this before. The picturesque beauty, moonlight, and snow are not as good as him.

She hesitated, but she stepped forward and wiped his hands with the Jinpa embroidered with the name.

He ducked sideways.

“Girl,” he fingered around Jiansui, playing with a smile, but his eyes were slightly cold, saying, “Men and women don’t accept each other.”

Her veil fell to the ground, suddenly embarrassed.

He glanced at the tent on the ground, and embroidered the two words of boudoir on the corners with tender green embroidery thread. He said: “Your brother is not on this horse farm.”

After he finished speaking, he turned on the bridge, and the sword in his hand was lazily carried on his shoulder. His body was noble and elegant, but he did not know it, and he was casual and chic.

Where did she come to find her brother, only yesterday she heard her father say that Prince Li would come too.

The third time I saw him, it was at the palace banquet.

At the banquet, the king of Chaoyang laughed: “Rong Li also performed a weak crown ceremony, and it is time to accept the concubine.”

Emperor Chongzong said with a smile: “It’s time to pay.”

The first on the left side of the emperor is seated by the prince Rongli, not according to the age, he is the emperor’s favorite son, the first emperor’s son-in-law, and the natural position is noble.

Rong Li sits casually, still holding a glass of wine in his hand, it seems like a joke: “Father Emperor, you promised to have children, and the concubine of children will choose for themselves.”

The twelve princes of the Tian family also talked to the emperor like this.

On the side, Prince Guang Guang took the opportunity to say: “The noble girls in Beijing also come today, can the seventh of you have a favorite?”

He glanced.

Chaoyang Wang looked in the direction of his gaze: “Prince Prime Minister Hua Qing?”

As soon as this remark came out, the woman in the noblewoman’s seat raised her head, the prime minister of the courtier also raised her head, and the wine in the glass of the Empress Lin Hula, who was beside the emperor, shook.

The emperor’s favorite calendar, he can be regarded as the top half of the king, if he is married to the prime minister …

Rong Li said, the tone was clear, and there was a loud voice: “My happy girl, did not come today.”

Hua Qing’s face suddenly turned white.

There are only three noble ladies absent from the palace banquet today, the little master of Yong’an Hou Mansion, Qian Jin of Li Bu Shangshu, and Qian Jin of General Dingxi Mansion.

The master of the small county was only nine years old, and the young lady of Shang Shufu was embarrassed. The location where Rong Li looked was arranged next to the head of the literary minister.

After the palace banquet, she went to the Queen’s Palace.

“Aunt.”

The first emperor of Chongzong Emperor came from Taifu Mansion, and was also the birth mother of Rongli. After more than ten years of death, Lin Hera was the second emperor of Chongzong Emperor.

“Hua Qing is here.” The queen sat on the couch and beckoned to her. “Come over to my aunt and talk with her.”

The queen has no heirs, the most dearest is Hua Qing, who resembles her in temperament.

She walked over and remained silent for a long time: “Aunt, Hua Qing has something to ask for.”

The queen waved her hand, retired from the palace, and pulled her niece to sit next to her: “No need to see the aunt, what we Hua Qing wants, despite telling the aunt.”

She is the prime minister of the Prime Minister’s House, the queen’s niece, and the Rinhera’s relatives have been in power for nearly two decades, but the princess in the palace is not as honorable as her.

On the skin, she is the first beauty of Dachu. On Conghui, she and a book of poems are famous in the world.

There is nothing she can’t afford.

She raised her eyes and said, “Hua Qing has a sweetheart.”

She had a sweetheart, and after the first meeting, she was full of dreams and thoughts.

But her sweetheart also has sweethearts, where can she wait.

The queen smiled: “It turns out that our Hua Qing is heart moved.” She had always spoiled this niece and patted her hand, “Tell my aunt, which son is it.”

When she returned, her eyes were burning: “Prince Li, Rong Li.”

The smile in the corner of the queen’s mouth froze: “Hua Qing, everyone is good, why is it him?”

This big Chu, the most tolerant of the Linhela clan, except for the current Saint, this is the seven sons of the Tian family. The death of the Queen Wenzheng, in the end can not be separated from Linhela, so she is the latter For so many years, there are no children under the knees, it is not that she cannot give birth, it is the emperor who will not let her give birth.

Later, Hua Qing also entered the Prince’s Mansion as she wished.

Later, when he became king, she became his only concubine.

Later, she kept the Weiyang Palace alone for a period of time. The osmanthus in the hall opened and thanked, and the osmanthus bloomed in the third year.

“Madam.”

“Madam.”

She took a nap on the couch, was awakened, opened her eyes, and had no spirit head: “What’s wrong?”

It was the great maid in her palace, her face was pale, and she was terribly frightened. She said: “The prime minister’s office was … copied.”

She immediately sat up from the couch: “How about father and brother?”

The maiden’s tears and whirling eyes: “The prime minister was all jailed, and three days later,” he choked with panic. “Three days later, he asked in the city.”

This day, still came.

She supported the couch, shaking her hand slightly: “Where is my aunt?”

“The queen mother has been imprisoned in Fangning Palace.”

At this time, Gongrentong outside the palace reported: “Your Majesty is here!”

She raised her head, looked at the door with red eyes, and raised her hands for a long time. She was stood up by the court lady, and Rongli entered the inner hall, without the dragon robe.

He should have just returned from the northwest. Seven days ago, he went out of the palace to meet his sweetheart.

“Is your majesty here to send concubines?”

He was noncommittal, his brows were cold, and his voice was: “I will give you a ride.”

The emperor made a speech, and Grandpa Yuqian brought the wine forward and said aloud: “Lin Hera Hua Qing, the daughter of the rebellious minister, is a great culprit, and gives you wine.”

It’s short enough, I don’t even bother to find the reason.

“Come on?” She smiled. “My father gave me so much poisoned wine. I haven’t given you a drink. In the end, you gave me a glass of wine.” The smile at her corner of her mouth disappeared, her eyes narrowed Cooled down a little bit, “Long calendar, your heart is really cruel.”

No matter what Prime Minister Manor did, at least she never hurt his heart.

Rong Li brushed the wind and sand of his cuffs, and the afterglow of the corner of his eyes fell on her.

This security map was revealed by her.

She wanted Wuernajia Yingshen’s life, but for him, he went to Liangzhou alone and killed a **** road for her. The 30,000 defenders died, leaving Wuernajia Yingying alone. Shen one.

She sneered: “It’s an excuse!” Shouted gaily, “You are for Ying Shen, right?”

This man did not love the people as much as he did, nor did he love his country much, just the responsibility. His favorite was a woman.

Rong Li recognized: “Well.” He brushed his clothes and sat down. “In the battle of Liangzhou, she hit three arrows.” He poured a cup of tea, didn’t drink it, played with the cup, and said to the palace around him, “Give her three arrows first, then give wine.”

Gong Rendao: Well.

She didn’t let her die happily and comfortably.

She collapsed and shouted: “Rong Li!” Forbearance suppressed her emotions for three years, completely breaking her nerves, and her red eyes hysterically, “Why? Why don’t you love me? Her Urnaja Ying Shen can be I can do whatever you do, she ca n’t do it for you, so can I. Why is she, why ca n’t I? ”

Da.

He took off the lid: “What are you? How can you compare with her?”

What is she?

She was a sedan lifted from the side door into the Prince’s Mansion. She didn’t worship, she hadn’t drunk the wine. It was a concubine he hadn’t been lucky in three years. She had been seeking for so long. Her identity has never been given to her. Perhaps, none of Da Chu’s history books will include her.

She looked up and smiled: “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha … ha ha ha …” She laughed, smiled, and burst into tears.

He sat tall and watched her cry, watched the palace man pour the wine into her throat, watched her struggle and growl, and he was indifferent from beginning to end.

“Ying Shen.”

“Ying Shen.”

“Ying Shen!”

His arm was shaken, and Lin Yingshen woke up from his dream.

(End of this chapter)