Chapter 52 Marrying Far Away in the East
In the beginning of winter in the 225th year of Qingling, Emperor Qingling took Consort Shugui out of the palace to offer sacrifices, in order to pray for good weather and peace in the coming year, and Princess Zhixin accompanied them.
When the emperor went out, the streets were cleared early, and the people knelt and shouted.
"Long live the emperor." "
Long live Consort Shugui."
"Long live Princess Zhixin."
The emperor was in the sedan chair, and Consort Shugui was dressed in gorgeous clothes, holding Ying'an in her arms, looking sideways at Emperor Qingling.
"Your Majesty, if Prince Heng knew about this, he would definitely have something against me. The Empress is now under house arrest,
and I'm afraid..." Although her tone was trembling, her expression was very calm.
No matter how the people looked at her, they couldn't tell that Concubine Shugui was feeling extremely guilty.
Ying'an seemed to understand what Concubine Shugui said. She raised her hand and gently stroked her mother's face, smiling happily.
[My mother is so adorable. She is so
charming that my scumbag father is dying!] The more she looked at her mother, the more she loved her.
In the situation a few days ago, her mother was able to withstand the pressure and even got promoted to Concubine Shugui.
Since she traveled through time, her mother's promotion to the position was too easy, almost catching up with Mu Guiren in the storybook.
From Concubine Yao to the current Concubine Shugui, she has been promoted step by step. She has a premonition that her mother will be in trouble in a month.
The nodes in the book are naturally not made casually. Without the heroine, her mother will have other troubles.
What is the ending of Mu Guiren's promotion so quickly?
She was dragged down by the heroine and died tragically in the end. Not long after, her scumbag father dismissed the harem.
It can be seen that in the harem, women who are too pleasing to the emperor will not live long.
For now, there is no other way but to take one step at a time and beware of the heroine and Mu Guiren. In
addition, seek to take the initiative to break this delicate balance.
But she grows too slowly, and she consumed too much divine power to save the queen mother last time. I don’t know when I can condense my soul next time.
"I'm here."
Emperor Qingling smiled at Consort Shugui, the tenderness on his lips almost overflowing.
The people were excited.
"I've heard that Concubine Shugui is a lady of great elegance and grace. Seeing her like this, she is just like the rumors say. I'd say that with her background and looks, she should be the current empress."
"Prince Heng is the emperor's uncle. Given Empress Wuya's background, it's reasonable that he is superior to Concubine Shugui." "
What do you think, if Prince Heng knew about this, how would he react?"
"I really want to listen to the corner of Prince Heng's mansion and see how angry Prince Heng is!"
"No matter what he looks like, it's not something that common people like you and me who earn less than a hundred wen a day should consider."
At the corner of the street, a man in a long gown with a gloomy face looked dark.
"Concubine Shugui! Humph! You really overestimate your own abilities!"
After leaving these words, he walked away.
On the dragon chariot, Ying'an rubbed her body in the arms of Concubine Shu Gui and looked out, her big eyes flickering.
But she saw nothing.
[Strange, I clearly felt a malicious look just now, why is it gone now?]
After hearing Ying'an's voice, the hearts of Emperor Qingling and Concubine Shu Gui sank.
They both glanced at the sword-carrying guards on both sides.
Emperor Qingling breathed a sigh of relief.
I hope today's sacrifice will be safe.
The dragon chariot arrived at Foshan Temple outside the capital, and the abbot led a group of monks to kneel down and worship.
"I have seen the Emperor and the Concubine Shugui."
Emperor Qingling and Concubine Shugui got off the sedan chair. Emperor Qingling stepped forward and politely helped the abbot up, saying in a loud voice, "Quick, no need to be polite."
The abbot stood up with the help of Emperor Qingling, and put his hands together, "Your Majesty, it's been a long time since we last met. Have you gotten better?"
Emperor Qingling said gently, "Much better. Thank you for your concern."
Ying'an was muttering in the back.
[Ill? Is the scumbag father sick?]
"Could the one that Concubine Shugui is holding be Princess Zhixin? Is it really..." Before he could finish his words, the abbot's face
suddenly changed. He seemed to be hit by something and stepped back repeatedly.
Emperor Qingling frowned: "Abbot, what's wrong?"
You know, since the founding of Daling, Foshan Temple has been regarded as the national temple. Every year, the emperor and the empress would take time to come and worship in order to pray for peace.
The abbot of Foshan Temple is tacitly recognized as the enlightened monk of Daling.
If ordinary people get a word of advice from the abbot, they will surely be smooth sailing and promoted all the way in this life.
Therefore, every emperor of Daling has attached great importance to Foshan Temple. He
even regards the abbot as a person who has been enlightened by a real person.
Now that the abbot's face has changed, Emperor Qingling is naturally very nervous, fearing that something will go wrong on this trip.
The abbot stabilized his face, put his hands together, lowered his eyes and recited the scriptures.
Emperor Qingling did not urge him, but waited quietly.
Ying'an's voice sounded again.
[This abbot... is not right...]
As expected, the abbot raised his eyes and his face turned pale as she finished her words: "Your Majesty, Princess Zhixin... will bring bad luck to Daling. This time when she left the palace, Concubine Shugui had a great disaster in her life. If it is resolved safely, then Princess Zhixin's fate will also be resolved. Otherwise, Daling Dynasty... is in danger!"
The abbot's words made everyone sweat.
Including Emperor Qingling.
Concubine Shugui also subconsciously hugged Ying'an tightly.
Before this, she also believed in Foshan Temple, but the abbot's words made her doubt.
In just a few sentences, it was almost aimed at destroying Ying'an.
Foshan Temple outside the capital, the national temple of the Daling Dynasty, was probably... bought by someone...
But she thought so, but Emperor Qingling didn't think so.
He turned his head to look at Ying'an, then raised his eyes to look at the plaque of Foshan Temple. He
said softly: "Then may I ask the abbot, is there any other way to resolve Princess Zhixin's fate besides the catastrophe that Concubine Shugui successfully avoided this time?"
Hearing this, Concubine Shugui's heart sank.
The focus of his concern is the impact of Ying'an's fate on Daling.
And the catastrophe in her fate is irrelevant to him. What
he cares about is whether Daling can be safe.
Not her and Ying'an.
At this moment, she really hopes that he will rush to the throne for his beloved, but he won't.
Emperor Qingling was a man of great power, diligent in his work for the people, and determined to become the greatest emperor of all time. In his eyes, he might have wanted to be devoted to two people, but that was not as important as the heart of an emperor
. When he had to sit on the throne of the emperor, his heart no longer belonged to Quan Qingye, but to Daling.
It was precisely because she understood the emperor that she was nervous. Concubine
Shu Gui stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I am not feeling well. How about I take Ying'an with me..." Before she finished
speaking, Emperor Qingling raised his hand and motioned her to shut up. Concubine
Shu Gui was silent and frowned at the abbot.
The abbot ignored her look and said to himself, "It will take one year. Unless the princess is married to a distant country, there is no other way."
After these words came out, Concubine Shu Gui almost couldn't hold back.
She looked at Emperor Qingling and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, Ying'an has only been married for more than two months, how can you marry her away! Your Majesty..."