Chapter 315: Sadomasochism (Twenty)
"Jiulang, we're here!"
The leader of the embroidered robe envoys was in his thirties, with a slightly dark face, a stocky build, and a pair of eyes as sharp and cold as an eagle's.
When he spoke, his attitude was respectful, but his eyes were still sharp.
He is like a wolf, bloodthirsty and cunning.
He still had doubts about Gu Qingcheng, the Ninth Prince.
Ever since he "picked up" Gu Qingcheng in a small county a few dozen miles away from the capital, he had been testing and observing her openly and covertly.
Gu Qingcheng shrank back instinctively, seeming to be somewhat afraid of this man who exuded a sinister aura.
Her reaction is very normal.
Because it's not just the little prince who has lost his memory, even the eldest and second princes who have already entered the court to help Emperor Qing handle state affairs will be afraid when they see Emperor Qing's lackey.
Gu Qingcheng’s reaction was more obvious—she had lost her memory!
As a person who remembers nothing, there is bound to be no sense of security.
The only person she trusted was Huo Wuniang.
She was like a little chick that had just learned to walk, clinging closely to the old hen.
"Wu Niang~~"
She grabbed Huo Wuniang's sleeve and said, "You, you stay with me!"
Huo Wuniang has already reached a consensus with Gu Qingcheng, so naturally she has to cooperate fully.
She looked worried and distressed, but she had to observe the rules, so she looked at the commander in embarrassment.
The commander had a cold face, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. His eyes kept moving between Huo Wuniang and Gu Qingcheng.
Huo Wuniang suppressed her fear of the embroidered robe messenger and persevered.
She is the daughter of a general, so even if she is afraid inside, she cannot show her cowardice.
Not to mention Gu Qingcheng, she just shrank behind Huo Wuniang.
Now she is like a clean piece of white paper, with eyes full of clear innocence.
Commander: ...I have never seen amnesia. However, the Ninth Prince's appearance is indeed very reasonable!
Forgetting the past is like a new life, isn't it? ! "Okay! The little girl of the Huo family is Jiulang's savior. Your Majesty and the Imperial Concubine also want to meet you!"
Just when Huo Wuniang and Gu Qingcheng were about to be unable to bear the visual attack from the commander, a spy chief, the commander finally relented.
Huh~ Hhu~ Two exhalation sounds were clearly heard in the air, as if someone had survived a disaster.
The commander remained calm, but was secretly proud in his heart: I told you, except for Your Majesty, no one in this world can lie under my watch!
The commander led the way, and Gu Qingcheng subconsciously stood several steps away from him.
She had already let go of Huo Wuniang's sleeve, but she was still closest to her.
The group arrived at the palace.
Looking at the tall palace city and the vermilion palace gate, Gu Qingcheng seemed a little dazed.
"Wu Niang, here, here, I, I feel so familiar with it!"
"I seem to have seen it in a dream!"
Gu Qingcheng started performing again.
Seeing the familiar scenery, her vague memories began to be awakened.
She subconsciously wanted to share it with the person she trusted most.
Perhaps she was too excited, Gu Qingcheng even forgot that there was a spy chief by her side who frightened her both physically and mentally.
Commander: ...
Instead of saying anything, he began to lower his presence.
He wanted to watch closely and continue observing the Ninth Prince.
"This is Daxing Palace, where you grew up."
"There are ten palace gates in Daxing Palace. This is the Changle Gate on the east side."
"...Jiulang, look, this is the Liangyi Palace, where His Majesty usually handles state affairs."
"This is Yongxiang. In the middle of the south side is Ganlu Hall, your majesty's bedroom. Your mother, Concubine Dong, is deeply favored by the emperor and has always lived in Jiaofang Hall near Ganlu Hall."
Huo Wuniang had been back in Beijing for less than two years, but because of her status, she often went to the palace to attend banquets.
So, she was quite familiar with these palaces.
She introduced him to Gu Qingcheng in a low voice, her tone slow and her voice gentle.
Gu Qingcheng looked around, trying to find familiar memories, while listening carefully.
"Pepper House? I, I seem to remember there was a pomegranate tree in the yard, which my mother and I planted together."
Suddenly, Gu Qingcheng's memory was awakened by a certain word, and she murmured softly in a dreamy tone.
The commander walking on one side seemed to be concentrating on his journey, but his ears would twitch from time to time.
Especially when Gu Qingcheng mentioned the pomegranate tree, the commander's eyes flickered.
"Dong Lang!"
The group passed through Yongxiang and came to "Beiyuan".
This is a real harem.
A stunningly beautiful woman, although weak in body, still forced herself to come out to greet him.
Her body was shaky and her eyes were fixed on Gu Qingcheng.
It took her a while to find a hint of familiarity in the young man's strange expression.
She staggered a few quick steps and pounced directly at Gu Qingcheng.
Gu Qingcheng subconsciously stretched out her hands and firmly held the woman's shoulders, "Mother?"
She blurted out a sentence tentatively.
"Yes! It's me! I'm the mother! I'm your mother!"
Concubine Dong originally still had a trace of doubt because the young man in front of her seemed a little strange.
There is nothing wrong with her appearance and her temperament is also noble.
However, the former Ninth Prince had a bit of inferiority complex amidst his pride.
He is a sensitive and conflicted teenager.
Concubine Dong knew why this happened.
My mother's experience was not glorious.
In addition, in the harem, they, mother and son, were the target of public criticism.
From Empress Dowager Yuan to Empress Yuan, and to several other concubines of high birth, they all despised Concubine Dong and her son.
They won't be overtly mean, and may even be "respectful".
However, their contemptuous looks were like knives, deeply hurting Concubine Dong and the Ninth Prince.
Concubine Dong was fine. Although she was a weak woman, she was an adult after all.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Mentally and otherwise, they have matured.
Faced with those strange looks and sharp words, she could still comfort herself.
The Ninth Prince is different. He grew up in this environment since he was a child.
He is of noble birth and is the emperor's son.
But because of his mother's embarrassing status, he seemed to be inferior to other princes.
Being surrounded by such cold violence for so many years, the Ninth Prince's temperament would inevitably be affected.
He is sensitive and he has low self-esteem.
However, the Ninth Prince was not an ordinary child. Although he was in pain, he did not vent his anger on his mother, nor did he complain about himself.
He worked harder and harder, hoping that through his own abilities, his father and the entire harem would look up to him.
It’s a pity that the Ninth Prince is smart and hardworking enough.
But he was a premature baby, had congenital deficiencies, and his health was not very good.
The martial spirit was prevalent in the Qing Dynasty.
When the eldest prince and the second prince were twelve or thirteen years old, they began to go to guards and military camps for training.
They also went to the battlefield and gained considerable fame.
The Ninth Prince is a man of great literary talent, but due to his physical condition, he cannot fight on the battlefield and appears to be very "mediocre".
In addition, he was young, and Concubine Dong didn't want him to be in the limelight.
In the past ten years or so, the Ninth Prince's presence in the capital has not been strong.
If he had not volunteered to go to Feng Dynasty to study at the beginning of this year, many people would have almost forgotten that the emperor had such a "beloved son"! Concubine Dong still remembered the figure of her son when he rode on a horse, so willful and proud.
It was as if the awkward boy in the past had suddenly become outspoken.
Concubine Dong felt both relieved and self-blaming, and her son's back was deeply imprinted in her mind.
At this moment, the boy in front of me and the figure in my memory overlapped - proud and outspoken! There was no inferiority and sensitivity in the boy's eyes.
Although he was still a little uneasy, it was not because he was timid, but because he had lost his memory.
Even when facing my biological mother, I still feel uncertain and unreal.
Great! Although her son had experienced a fatal catastrophe, he was reborn from the blood like a phoenix.
In the past, she was wrong.
She always wanted her son to keep a low profile, not to seek attention, and not to be the first to stick around.
As the most favored concubine of the Qing Dynasty, she did not give her son the confidence and publicity he deserved! The son of the favored concubine who should have been noble was so humble in his heart.
She was wrong! She almost killed her only child.
Fortunately, God had mercy on her and gave her a chance to make amends.
And Jiulang also lost his memory! Haha, losing memory is good!
Forget all the painful past, all the inferiority and shame, Jiulang is now brand new, like a blank sheet of paper.
Concubine Dong decided that she would tell her son: You are no worse than other princes! In fact, you are more noble than them.
Because your mother is the emperor's favorite woman.
You are also the fruit of "love".
Concubine Dong looked at her son's familiar yet unfamiliar appearance with longing, and tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string.
However, this time they were not tears of sadness, but of joy and hope.
"Mother! Don't cry, Dong Lang will protect you! Dong Lang will work hard, Dong Lang will strive for success——"
Gu Qingcheng stared blankly at Concubine Dong's beautiful face that was full of sickness, her eyes a little dazed.
She seemed to be lost in some memories again, muttering to herself.
Concubine Dong's heart seemed to be stabbed with a knife, and the pain was so severe that she could hardly stand.
Woo woo!
My son! You have suffered so much these years! A picture flashed in Concubine Dong's mind: a stubborn boy, in poor health, but still gritting his teeth and insisting on practicing martial arts.
Even in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer, I never dare to slack off.
Every time I felt distressed, he would sensibly say: Mother, don't worry, Donglang will do his best for you.
"No! Mother doesn't want you to be proud of yourself! Mother just wants you to be well!"
What is this? This is not a question of working hard or not.
Both mother and son had reached a dead end and given up their greatest asset.
"You are the treasure of your father and I."
Concubine Dong reached out and stroked her son's face, and told "him" firmly, "You are the ninth prince of the Qing Dynasty. Your father is the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and your mother is Concubine Dong, who is the most favored concubine in the harem!"
With such a strong capital, why would he need to "work hard"? Gu Qingcheng continued to maintain the complicated state of the amnesiac boy whose memory was triggered, but she was secretly puzzled in her heart: Hey, Concubine Dong in front of her is not stupid either.
How come before——
(End of this chapter)
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