The harem is bustling with activity right now. Firstly, it is because of the scorching sun, and secondly, it is because of the lively chatting.
I couldn't escape being involved in the three hot topics of the chat.
The first was that the Empress Dowager and Song Heng and his mother had a falling out because of me. Some observant people said that the incident in the Cining Palace was not the beginning. During the Buddha worship, His Majesty returned to the palace first, and the Empress Dowager returned later. It was estimated that they had already had a quarrel because of me at that time.
Secondly, the Empress and His Majesty have fallen out over me, and the evidence is too obvious to be ignored. The Empress's indefinite house arrest, with all matters of the harem under the control of Concubine Liu De, is a prime example.
The third is that Emperor Song Heng will soon take me, the beauty who brings disaster, to Miansong Mountain to escape the summer heat.
Sometimes I wonder if Song Heng's behavior is too ruthless. What if Prime Minister Hua has not been exposed yet and a group of ministers have asked Song Heng to step down from the throne first?
Song Heng accidentally heard my idea and laughed out loud. Then I heard him explain in a low voice:
First, some ministers openly impeached him but they had already been his men for a long time. Second, Song Heng seemed to be confused during this period, but if you look closely, there is nothing on the paper that can really blame him.
Because there were no major events on the front line, in the local area, or in the court during this period, it seemed that Song Heng did not miss anything by wasting his time like this.
At most, the time for the morning court session was postponed, but some ministers appeared dissatisfied but were actually happy in their hearts. Who would have thought of waiting at the palace gate before dawn for the court session? They were happy and comfortable with the postponement of the time.
I have to sigh that Song Heng really does things flawlessly.
While I was thinking about this, I was already sitting in the carriage going to Mian Song Mountain. The mountain road was a bit steep and the carriage was shaking slightly. Song Heng was leaning against the side with his eyes closed and taking a nap.
He must have been exhausted during this period of time, to be able to fall asleep like this.
I carefully lifted a small piece of the curtain, and the sunlight filtered through the gaps between the tall pine and cypress needles, casting mottled golden rays. The noisy and intertwined sounds of horse hooves and wheel wheels mixed together.
Song Heng's trip to Miansong Mountain to escape the summer heat was quite grand this time, with a group of servants accompanying him and a large army to see him off.
Of course, he didn't do it on purpose. Royal trips are meant to be grand and show off.
I once asked him curiously if it was the same last year when he was escaping the summer heat. He shook his head and said that he did not come last year because the weather was not hot. Miansong Mountain was built by the previous emperor for summer escape, and he had actually been there very few times.
The palace was built on the top of Miansong Mountain, but in order to ensure driving comfort and reduce the bumps of the carriage, the road from the bottom of the mountain to the top almost circled the mountain, so the time spent on the road was inevitably longer.
I lowered the curtain and looked at Song Heng again. He leaned back in his chair with his head tilted back slightly, his body swaying slightly with the carriage, but his expression was very calm. Perhaps he had a good dream.
On the surface, we came to Miansong Mountain to escape the heat, so when the heat subsides and summer is over, Song Heng and I will have to return to the palace with its red walls and golden glazed tiles.
The vermilion palace walls were as vibrant and beautiful as the alluring lip balm on a beauty's lips; the golden glazed tiles shone like brilliant gold; the red carp wagging their tails in the palace, the water birds spreading their wings, even the golden weeping willows by the lake were exceptionally charming and alluring...
Everything in the palace seems to be great, but I always feel like something is missing... No matter how leisurely the red carp wagging its tail swims, it is still in that pool of water; no matter how freely the water birds spreading their wings fly, they cannot do without the whistle of the palace servants.
I watched the carriage sway slightly. When Prime Minister Hua really fell, there would be a big change in the palace and a big change in the Song Hua Kingdom. Then what?
Maybe, maybe I will become the queen, and my father will continue to assist Song Heng to become a wise minister, and then Song Heng will become a wise ruler and leave his name in history.
It seems that everything can be seen to the end, and everything that can be seen to the end seems to be very bright and beautiful, but why do I always feel dizzy and empty?
Are you worried that Song Heng won't make me the queen? But I don't seem to have a deep obsession with the position of queen.
I thought of Concubine De, the concubines, and even, I thought of Song Heng a hundred years later, with gray hair and the concubines crying beside him.
I suddenly understood.
I don't want to share.
I want to grow old with him, just me, just him.
I'm afraid.
I am afraid that in the intrigues of the palace, my love for him will gradually fade away, or no longer be pure. After all, human energy is limited.
I am also worried and reluctant.
I was worried that as time went by, his love for me would fade away among the other beautiful women; but I also couldn't bear it. If he remained steadfast to me, how could I bear the hardship and fatigue he would have to go through in dealing with all the ministers and concubines for me?
My head suddenly felt like it was pricked by a needle, accompanied by a sharp and tiny pain, and a young girl in bright yellow clothes flashed through my mind.
Smiling eyes, bright eyes, kind eyes——
who is she?
Why does such a kind and touching look make fear and worry surge in my heart?
…
There is a slightly cool touch on the neck, which is particularly rare and comfortable in the hot summer.
"Shuang'er, we're here." Song Heng's gentle and familiar voice came from above his head.
I opened my eyes dazedly, and what came into view was the interior of an upside-down carriage—
Huh? No, I'm upside down?!
With a slight movement of her cheek, she could feel the smooth and comfortable golden robe.
I fell asleep? And I fell asleep on Song Heng's legs?
I quickly stood up and raised my head. As soon as my head hit my head, I heard Song Heng's "hiss" sound. His tone was indeed a smile: "Shuang'er, are you mad at me for waking you up? Why did you hit me so hard?"
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