Chapter 48: Welcoming He Jiuyue, I don’t feel well.
It was noon in the suburbs of Beijing, but there was no sign of the scorching sun.
Slowly floating down from the blue sky are gracefully spinning snowflakes.
The guard at the city gate was dozing off when he looked up and saw a huge crowd of people. He shuddered with fear and asked, "Where are they from?"
The leader carried a red tasseled spear on his shoulder in one hand and held a seemingly ordinary token in the other. The guard opened his mouth to scold him, but suddenly saw a big word written on it: "Moon".
The person with the word "moon" written on his token today can only be the precious, brave and warlike He Dasima, who is as elusive as a dragon.
She was given the imperial surname He, inherited from her mother He Yuyao. Her mother's flag was written with the character "Yao" to distinguish her from the rest of the royal family and to inherit her habit of leading troops in battle. Sima He also took the last character of his name, "Yue", as his flag.
After seeing the token, the guard asked no more questions and respectfully opened the city gate. He looked forward to it furtively and carefully made eye contact with He Jiuyue who was riding a horse outside.
The not-so-bright sunlight shone onto He Jiuyue's bright red cloak, adding a faint halo.
She looked like a goddess.
The female guard felt ashamed and the male guard blushed.
He Dasima is extremely brave. Any man who can marry her is truly blessed in eight lifetimes.
"Sister, the capital is so magnificent." After all, He Liuyun was raised in a pampered manner, with delicate skin and tender flesh. When they set out, they said that the carriage was stuffy and they wanted to ride horses outside to see the scenery. After riding for half a day, they groaned that their legs hurt, and they sat back in the carriage crying.
At this moment, the carriage entered the capital. He lifted the curtain and looked around curiously.
"Yeah." He Jiuyue nodded lightly.
This was He Liuyun's first time in the capital, so he was feeling emotional. But He Jiuyue was not the same. She came to the capital when she was six years old and had lived here for nearly ten years. Except for places where ordinary people lived, she had set foot everywhere. Seeing this scene of decadence and extravagance again was not new to her.
The white particles floated to the forehead, turned into water due to the temperature, and flowed down the cheeks, causing the skin to itch slightly.
He Jiuyue frowned slightly.
It's snowing in the capital again.
It was also snowing that day when she led the Red Armor Army away and Wen Zheliu knelt in the snow, his pupils unfocused but his face always facing her.
"Welcome the Grand Marshal back to the capital—"
A sharp voice interrupted her thoughts, and the three words "Chen Sanxi" appeared in He Jiuyue's mind. Her ears were drowned by the same words shouted in unison by thousands of people.
She raised her head slightly and saw a large group of people kneeling on both sides.
But after scanning the men, women, young and old, she still didn't see the person who cried to her in her dreams every night.
How strange! Didn’t Emperor Jingming allow Wen Zheliu to welcome her?
So what does Emperor Jingming plan to use to tie her down?
"Mr. He," Chen Sanxi bowed respectfully, "I beg your pardon, but Your Majesty is so busy with official duties that I cannot come here to see you in person. Therefore, I will do it for you. Please come with me."
He Jiuyue didn't let him get up, nor did she follow him. She just sat on Xingyun's silver saddle and looked down at him quietly.
"Whatever you want to do?"
"Your Majesty has something to discuss with you." Chen Sanxi replied.
"Didn't you just say that His Majesty was too busy with official duties to come to the outskirts of the capital for a welcoming banquet?" He Jiuyue's eyes were as sharp as a sword. "Then why did she have time to meet me when I entered the palace? Is there anything you said that is true?"
"My Lady, please understand. We wouldn't dare to lie to you!"
Chen Sanxi's lips were shaking and his head was banging against his head.
"My princess, you may not know that while you were away, the rumormonger became rampant again. Not only did he spread rumors everywhere, he also attempted assassinations several times, nearly injuring Your Majesty. Your Majesty's health is precious, so you must recuperate in the palace and not venture out again."
Who is this rumormonger? Even Emperor Jingming couldn't catch him?
The people she left in the capital did not pass on any relevant information to her.
But if you think about it carefully, this matter is actually beneficial to her.
If the rumors were true, and Emperor Jingming had indeed snatched the throne from her mother, He Yuyao, then He Jiuyue, as He Yuyao's biological daughter, should inherit the throne.
But if this is true, then the relationship between her and He Feng is no longer simply that of a monarch, a minister, an aunt, and a nephew, but...
enemy.
If He Feng seized the throne from He Yuyao, it would be considered treason. As the Blade of the Central Plains and the daughter of He Yuyao, she had to avenge her mother for He Yuyao.
"What new rumors are there?"
He Jiyue's eyes were dark and unclear, the corners of his mouth raised, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "Or, are you still saying that your majesty's throne was not obtained legitimately?"
Chen Sanxi shuddered, not daring to say more: "That's probably it. I don't know much. If the princess wants to know more details, I'm afraid she'll have to ask His Majesty."
Ask Your Majesty?
Even her good servant Chen Sanxi didn't dare to tell her the truth, so would Emperor Jingming tell her the truth?
It was a waste of time to ask this question. She returned to the capital this time to settle her father and find an opportunity to bring Wen Zheliu, who was imprisoned in Changle Palace, back to the Princess's Mansion.
She wasn't trying to argue with these groundless rumors. To her, knowing the truth or not making any difference made no difference. So, it was better not to ask.
But even though she didn't care about Emperor Jingming, she was still good at torturing Chen Sanxi, the messenger.
He Jiuyue sat upright on his horse, admiring Chen Sanxi's trembling appearance for a few moments. He listened to his breathing becoming more and more rapid, like an old ox pulling a broken cart gasping for breath on the uphill slope, about to fall, and then he gave him a word of encouragement.
"lead the way."
The heavy snow was still falling. He Jiuyue listened quietly to the sound of the falling snow, and thought of the sick beauty who looked as cold as snow but was actually as soft as a willow.
There are always tears in his eyes, and he loves to act coquettishly with red eyes. If he blurts out a few words, it will melt a woman's heart.
He Jiuyue closed his eyes.
This time when she returned to the capital, she brought her father and younger brother with her. If Emperor Jingming asked her to choose again, she would have to be ruthless again.
Hall of Mental Cultivation.
"Jiyue," Emperor Jingming saw He Jiyue from afar and stood up from the dragon throne. He ran all the way to the palace gate and took her hand personally, his eyes shining. "I have waited for you for too long!"
He Jiuyue untied her hands which seemed affectionate but were actually restrained, and performed the tributary etiquette in a proper manner. After hearing Emperor Jingming say "Why should we be so polite between you and me", she raised her head and asked.
"When will Your Majesty hold the welcoming banquet for the envoys from Western Vietnam?"
Emperor Jingming was prepared to exchange several pleasantries with her, but was suddenly interrupted. He was confused for a moment and opened his mouth before finding his voice: "Tomorrow night."
"Okay." He Jiuyue had been running around for many days. She knew that Emperor Jingming summoned her back to the capital just to let her attend the welcoming banquet for the envoys from Western Yue. She didn't need to do anything else. After getting some time, she turned around to leave, but was stopped by Emperor Jingming.
"Jiyue," Emperor Jingming's eyes were full of temptation, "Do you want to see Wen Zheliu again?"
think.
He Jiuyue said this in her heart.
But as far as the current situation is concerned, he has his father and younger brother in his hands, and Emperor Jingming has Wen Zheliu in his hand. Both of them have chips, and the situation on the chessboard is still balanced.
It was not a good idea for her to rashly cut the willow branch.
"Now he is under Your Majesty's command. Whether I want to see him or not is not important. What is important is what Your Majesty thinks."
He Jiuyue's words were flawless. She didn't say she wanted to see him, nor did she say she didn't want to see him. She just threw this hot potato back into the hands of Emperor Jingming.
Emperor Jingming's fist hit cotton, and he felt a little embarrassed. His face turned blue and purple, like an eggplant hit by frost, and finally wilted. After all, she had been the emperor for more than ten years, and she was not the one to show her emotions. In just a few breaths, she regained her composure and just patted He Jiuyue's shoulder solemnly.
"You must come to the welcoming banquet at the Imperial Garden tomorrow night."
He Jiyue lowered his eyes, avoiding her meaningful gaze: "Your Highness He Jiyue, obeys your order."
Rest time is always short. He Jiuyue just read for a while in the princess's mansion and took a nap. The scheduled time for the welcoming banquet arrived in the blink of an eye.
He Jiuyue set off on time, so it wasn't too late.
But unfortunately, everyone else arrived half a minute earlier, making her seem late.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being late." She bowed calmly.
The envoy from Western Yue sat upright in the lower seat, but Emperor Jingming still felt uneasy. She waited and waited but He Jiuyue didn't show up. She was just about to instruct Chen Sanxi to go to the princess's mansion to take a look, but suddenly she saw He Jiuyue walking slowly towards her. She was overjoyed.
She was pointing to He Jiuyue to take charge of the situation, so how could she dare to blame her?
Emperor Jingming immediately extended his hand and made a gesture of support in the air: "Not too late, not too late, Lord He has arrived just in time. Please stand up quickly. Chen Sanxi, what are you still standing there for? Come and help the Grand Marshal to his seat!"
The envoy from Western Yue was originally sitting upright in his seat, exchanging glances intentionally or unintentionally with Wen Zheliu in the distance. When he caught the word "Grand Sima", his ears immediately pricked up.
Her eyes fell on He Jiuyue and she looked at her carefully.
This young woman is He Jiuyue, the Grand Marshal of the Central Plains who forced their Emperor Situ Yun to retreat step by step, and is also the admirer of their exiled prince Wen Zheliu.
He is indeed very dashing.
"He Da Sima," the envoy Dugu Qiu raised his wine glass and smiled at He Jiuyue, "I hope you are well."
He Jiuyue was not unfamiliar with her face.
"Dugu Qiu, if I remember correctly, you are the eunuch closest to your emperor. Why did you end up traveling to the Central Plains as an envoy?"
"It is because of the order of His Majesty." Dugu Qiu's toast was rejected, but he did not get angry. He only raised his glass a second time and said, "Official business will not be discussed at the welcoming banquet. Grand Marshal, please."
He Jiuyue didn't lose face in the end and took the wine glass handed to her by the servant.
"What a welcome banquet! You didn't discuss official business. This princess is spoiling the fun."
She raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp. At the end, she turned the glass over, not a drop spilled, and said with a smile: "Come on, cheers."
During the meal, Wen Zheliu clenched the handkerchief in her hand.
Today he deliberately wore the pink dress that He Jiuyue was fascinated by, and also put on makeup on his pale cheeks. Even Guan Ze, who had seen countless men, couldn't help but look at him dozens of times.
But He Jiuyue, the person he wanted to seduce the most, never even looked at him.
If this continues, the party will be over.
Seeing that the banquet entered the later stage of joy, everyone was drunk and certainly didn't care about him, a small servant. Wen Zheliu gritted his teeth, stood up from his original seat, gently lifted his clothes, and slowly moved towards He Jiuyue.
"Princess, please have another drink."
The handsome man from Western Vietnam, along with the man from Central Plains, surrounded He Jiuyue and wrapped her tightly.
Wen Zheliu had to tiptoe outside to see her.
"He Jiyue."
Wen Zheliu couldn't help but called her, but he was just talking while he stood not far away with no intention of coming over.
The corners of his eyes were red, like a delicate flower in full bloom, exposed to the wind and rain, and he complained to his admirer with a wronged look as he swayed his body in the wind.
"I do not feel well."
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