Chapter 239: The Evil Concubine (13)
On the first day after Prince Zhaoyang got married, Emperor Ping specially ordered him to change into his casual clothes and enter the palace.
The newly married Qin Shuangshuang was worried about her husband and pulled his hand to stop him from going. When they were arguing, they were caught by the old lady Gao, who scolded her severely.
"Men have their own affairs, and women are not allowed to interfere so much."
"Grandma... Old Lady, how can a minister be summoned to the palace just after getting married? I really feel uneasy." Qin Shuangshuang realized that she had said something wrong and quickly changed her words. But she really felt uneasy in her heart.
Although he had married, because he only had the old lady as a relative, Prince Zhaoyang still chose to live in the Chaoyang Palace. Therefore, Qin Shuangshuang's residence did not change at all, but she moved from her boudoir to her husband's courtyard. However, Qin Shuangshuang's identity changed drastically. From the old lady's adopted granddaughter to the grandson's daughter-in-law.
"I'll be back soon, don't worry." Prince Zhaoyang gently patted the back of his wife's hand to calm her down. Qin Shuangshuang lowered her eyebrows and glanced at the old lady, and nodded slightly, which was considered as an agreement.
Dayang Palace.
"Wei Zhao, you are finally here." When Emperor Ping saw Prince Zhaoyang, he immediately asked Eunuch Cai to bring up the prepared gift, smiling happily, "Guess what this is first?"
Eunuch Cai put down the gift, knowing that he had nothing to do here, and quickly retreated.
Prince Zhaoyang carefully looked at the thing covered by the red silk. It was about the height of a person, and looked like a person, but not a person. He frowned slightly, "I have carefully distinguished it for a long time, but I can't guess it."
"Take a closer look." Emperor Ping walked up to him and tried to evoke his memories, "Think about what you wanted most when you were a child?"
"When I was a child... when I was a child..." Prince Zhaoyang raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized it. He pointed at the half-person-high thing and said, "Could it be... golden silk soft armor..."
Because he could not imagine that his childhood wish could come true, he was a little stunned for a while.
"Take a look and see if it suits your taste." Emperor Ping lifted the red silk, and Prince Zhaoyang's eyes lit up. It was indeed the thing he had been thinking about for many years. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to touch it.
"It's all made according to your size." Emperor Ping laughed at his childish behavior, but he also remembered all the joy in his eyes.
"It's hard for my brother to still remember." Prince Zhaoyang choked up and there were tears in his eyes. It was indeed very touching to make a man of eight feet almost cry.
"My brother has always remembered it." Emperor Ping punched him lightly in the chest, but his eyes could not help but flash back to childhood memories.
"Do you admit that you stole the cakes? If you admit it, you won't be punished." The plump woman was lying on a rattan chair covered with fox fur, eating grapes peeled by the palace servants, but she spit the grape seeds on the two boys in front of her.
"We don't admit it. It's not something we did. We absolutely don't admit it." The older boy looked determined and clenched his fists very tightly.
"Yes, Brother Shengping is right. We don't admit to things we didn't do." The slightly younger boy followed closely and answered.
"Think about it carefully. If you don't admit it today, the punishment won't be effective." The woman leaned over to look at them. The armor on her hand was long and sharp, gently brushing their faces, like the sting of a poisonous bee, making people tremble with fear.
"We didn't cheat, we didn't cheat." The older boy bravely stood in front of the younger boy.
"Then beat them. Don't let blood fall." The woman gathered her dress and adjusted the golden hairpin on her head. The ending tone was light, as if it was a very ordinary thing.
That was when he was eight years old and Wei Zhao was six years old. They were suspected of cheating because Madam Fuyao's cakes disappeared. Their father, who doted on Madam Fuyao too much, regarded their excuses as quibbling and had the palace servants catch them and beat them with a stick.
The stick was thin and long, and the palace servants who carried out the beating were veterans. After a beating, their muscles and bones were loose, but there was no mark on their skin.
Because Madam Fuyao cried in front of their father, they were forbidden to take medicine, so they took more than two months to heal the injury.
During the two months of recovery, in order to ease the pain, they often talked about everything.
Prince Zhaoyang touched the gold and silver threads on the soft armor with great care, and couldn't help but think of his childhood.
They were wrongly beaten with a stick even though they didn't steal Madam Fuyao's cakes. Moreover, because of Madam Fuyao, they were forbidden to take medicine by their father. However, Madam Fuyao showed mercy at this time and let the two injured people live together to recuperate.
"Brother Shengping, it hurts so much." The younger boy gently touched his buttocks, but it hurts so much after just a touch.
"Think of something happy, and it won't hurt in a while." The older boy held his hand and told him not to move.
"I can't think of anything happy." The younger boy pouted and thought for a long time, and was a little discouraged.
"Think about it carefully, such as what can make you not hurt. Or imagine that you don't hurt. Slowly, you won't hurt. That's what I do." The older boy's eyes were gentle, as if he had full patience.
"I... just feel pain, so painful..." The younger boy's eyelashes were lightly folded, as if he was about to cry in the next second.
"Wei Zhao, do you believe Brother Shengping?" The boy who called himself Shengping tried to straighten his hands and wiped the tears from his eyelashes.
Wei Zhao answered with a sob, "Of course Wei Zhao believes Brother Shengping."
"I once read a book, which said that there is a magical thing called golden silk soft armor in the world. It is woven with gold and silver as silk threads, and it has gone through a lot of complicated processes in the middle, and finally made into the shape of clothes. As long as people wear it, they will not be afraid of swords, hidden weapons, or anything else."
The "golden silk soft armor" that Shengping mentioned attracted Wei Zhao, and Wei Zhao looked longingly and said, "Then are you not afraid of boards?"
Shengping seemed to think his words were a little ridiculous, and nodded heavily, "Of course, I am not afraid of swords, hidden weapons, so what are these boards afraid of?"
"Then after I have the golden silk soft armor, I will be a majestic general to defend my country." Wei Zhao patted his chest heavily, and then had to change his position and lie down because of the pain.
"Okay, Wei Zhao is a great and majestic general, I will be the strongest support behind Wei Zhao and make Wei Zhao famous all over the world." Shengping touched his head gently and friendly.
(End of this chapter)
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