Su Ci took Yang Yanzong's hand and walked into the main gate of the house. The bathtub and hot water had already been brought in.
He threw his sword and helmet on the table, rubbed his brow, and then spread his arms.
His heavy armor weighed at least seventy or eighty kilograms and was too heavy for him to take it off and put it on by himself. Su Ci couldn't do it alone either as it was too heavy. A Kang had to help him. The two of them worked together to finally take off Yang Yanzong's Mingguang heavy armor piece by piece.
The armor fell to the ground with a loud clang. Akang and Daming carefully picked them up one by one and carried them out for cleaning and maintenance. After the armor was torn off, Yang Yanzong's body was covered with layers of blood scabs, dark black and red. For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was his blood or someone else's.
He kicked off his boots, got into the bathtub, sat down, and let his body be soaked in the hot water. The nerves and tense muscles in his limbs slowly relaxed, and he was able to withdraw from the tense and bloody battle.
Su Ci scooped water with a ladle and poured it on his shoulders, neck, and hair that were not soaked in the water.
After pouring water over and over until it was softened, I used a cotton towel to carefully wipe off the blood scabs. He also had wounds on his body. The longest one was on his chest, which was two palms long. Fortunately, they were not deep and only cut the epidermis.
"I'll take some medicine later. Fortunately, it's nothing serious."
Su Ci lifted his palm, soaked the blood scab on the palm guard for a while, and tore off the black gauze layer by layer. She threw away the gauze and looked down. Fortunately, everything was fine.
She rubbed the blood scabs clean and massaged his shoulders. Then she called him to get up, changed the water, and let him go back in. This time it was clean and fresh. He rested his head on the wall of the tub covered with a cotton towel. She scooped hot water with a ladle, added soap, and rubbed his hair.
The wet black hair poured down again and again, and her soft fingertips massaged the acupuncture points on his scalp. Yang Yanzong couldn't help but sigh with comfort.
The steam was rising, he opened his eyes, reached out to touch her face, leaned back, tilted his head slightly, clasped the back of her head with his big hand, and in the steaming hot room, their lips touched.
His touch was fierce and urgent. The ladle fell to the ground with a clang. Su Ci did not refuse. She stretched out the ten fingers that were massaging the roots of her hair and gripped his scalp tightly. She responded to him with her eyes slightly closed. Their lips and tongues intertwined fiercely. He gripped her hands and exerted force, and she was dragged into the water and pressed against the wall of the bathtub!
The two had not been together for a long time, not since the disagreement in August, and then Su Ci disappeared and was injured. They had not been together for a long time during the long period of recuperation. There was a sound of rapid water, and he stood up without even having time to tear off her wet clothes. This first time after a long drought came violently and suddenly.
Hot steam was rising, water was splashing, a pair of jade-white fingers tightly clasped the wall of the bucket, and half of the bucket of water was spilled on the ground. After finishing, Su Ci was carried back to the inner room by his waist.
She slumped over the pile of quilts, and after a while, she finally opened the drawer, took out the gold medicine and threw it to him. She had originally intended to apply it on him, but now he had to do it himself.
"Apply it on your face too, so as not to disfigure it."
She teased lazily.
At this point, Su Ci finally had time to ask, "What happened in the palace?"
"Empress Kun poisoned the emperor, and Uncle Kun killed the young Prince Zhao."
He was brief and to the point, without mentioning the dangerous process at all. It was a very Yang Yanzong-style answer, but the result was expected and reasonable.
Su Ci couldn't help but think of the little Prince Zhao, the only child in the entire palace who said "thank you" to her, which almost meant thank you. Thinking of that polite, shy and fair-skinned little boy, she couldn't help feeling a little melancholy.
But he could only sigh and leave it at that. It was something that everyone knew that Uncle Kun would never let the little King of Zhao go. With such an identity, one enjoys all the wealth and honor in the world, but I don’t know whether it is fortunate or unfortunate.
"So His Majesty has passed away, right?" This was the official announcement.
"Well, we'll go back home in the afternoon."
Yang Yanzong picked up some ointment and smeared it on his cheeks and several other larger cuts. He threw the medicine bottle away, leaned over her soft back, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
The two kissed for a while, and Su Ci muttered, "Didn't you say you would return home in the afternoon?" "There's still some time, don't you want to sleep for a while?"
The two rolled back onto the pillows from the pile of quilts. It looked like Yang Yanzong was not going to sleep anymore. After pushing her twice to no avail, Su Ci let him go. However, just as the dispute was escalating and about to take the next step, they suddenly heard a discordant sound of footsteps approaching from afar.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Someone knocked on the door rapidly.
Yang Yanzong picked up the incense burner on the bedside and threw it heavily at the door, "Get out!"
Ah Kang had a bitter face, but he turned around to see Mrs. Feng, who was standing at the gate with a worried look on her face, and had to bite the bullet and say, "Master, Madam, something bad has happened! The second young lady from the west courtyard sent someone to report that the old lady is going to hang herself!"
The two people in the room paused, Su Ci: "..."
Hang yourself?
Wow, I'm afraid Yang Yanzong has come back from the investigation and is going to file a complaint.
Su Ci quickly said, "Well, before, my mother said she wanted to go pick up Aunt Yan, but I didn't let her."
She quickly reconstructed the previous scene, focusing on Yan's unreasonableness and Yang Chongying's rage, and mentioned in passing that she had no choice but to toughen her attitude a little.
The noise in the east yard was getting louder and louder. Yang Yanzong had sharp ears and eyes, so he could even hear it faintly. He wiped his face, sat up, and rubbed his temples.
Outside, Mrs. Feng saw that A Kang had been knocking on the door for a long time but there was no response, so she shouted at the top of her voice, her face a little gloomy.
Su Ci quickly jumped down to get clothes for the two. Yang Yanzong frowned and said to her, "Put on your cloak."
Su Ci put on a black fox fur cloak, opened the closet, and picked up two sets of clothes at random without much selection. Yang Yanzong stood up, and the two of them wiped their hair, dressed properly, opened the door and went to the east courtyard.
The East Courtyard was in chaos.
Yang Chongying had already arrived. He was so angry at Yan that his hands began to shake. He sat on a chair and pointed at the inner room and cursed: "Let her die! Let her hang up, all of you let go, I'll see if she dies or not?!"
The people inside would definitely not do what he said. Yang Yanzhen didn't come back, but Yang Yanxin did. He had just seen his pregnant daughter-in-law and ran over without even taking off her armor. After hearing his father's roar outside, Yan's heart-wrenching scream was about to jump into the knot. He quickly stepped on the shaking stool and hugged his mother, "Mom!"
"Yang Yanxin, get out here! Do you hear me?!"
Yang Yanxin was in a dilemma and said anxiously: "...Mom, Mom, please come down first!"
This farce finally reached its climax when Yang Yanzong and Su Ci arrived.
Mrs. Feng had been staring outside. When she saw Yang Yanzong, she immediately shouted, "The eldest master is here!"
Yan was not very satisfied. Yang Yanzong had taken so long to come. She stared at the door. When she saw her eldest son, she cried even louder. "Let me die. What's the point of me living? Your father doesn't like me, and my daughter-in-law is disobedient. I won't live anymore!"
The last sentence was full of anger and resentment, and it actually expressed some genuine grief and indignation.
She shouted this many times. Yang Yanxin couldn't help but look at Su Ci when he heard it. In fact, in his opinion, his sister-in-law could be gentler to his mother and not be so rough and tough. It was really hard for a son to see his mother crying and shouting at her old age.
Yang Yanzong stood at the door of the inner room. The room was in chaos. He frowned and shouted, "What are you doing? Why don't you help the old lady down?!"
"Don't, don't, don't pull me, I won't live anymore!!!"
Yan was crying heart-wrenchingly. Yang Yanzong stepped forward, held Yan's legs and pulled his mother down and put her on a chair.
Yan struggled and kicked, and Su Rong was almost kicked. She hurriedly covered her stomach to avoid it. Yang Yanzong glanced at Yang Yanxin and said, "Take your wife back to rest first."
He squatted beside Yan's legs, raised his hand to wipe his mother's tears, and tried his best to soften his voice: "Mom, what happened again?"
again?
Hey, what’s going on between this mother and son?
Su Ci couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. Could something have happened between this mother and son without her knowing?
Su Ci subtly sensed something from the word "again". She couldn't help but sigh in her heart. In fact, as a son, Yang Yanzong was really a rare good son. No matter how many storms there were outside, he always provided a support for his family in the backyard and never showed any negative emotions at home. Especially towards Yan, he was gentle, coaxing and persuading her, and he would do what he could to get her to do what she wanted. It can be said that he was very filial.
I don’t know what Yan has done, but it’s really powerful!
However, perhaps it is the quantitative change that leads to the qualitative change.
But even so, Yang Yanzong in front of him still tried his best to suppress his emotions and spoke to his mother in a gentle voice.
Unfortunately, Yan did not understand her son's filial piety, nor did she have Su Ci's keen sense of touch to taste the subtle changes in Yang Yanzong's emotions from one word. Yan's eyes were red and swollen and her head was dizzy from crying, but she still noticed Su Ci standing by the door at the first glance.
The latter stood against the door with his hands behind his back, not looking nervous at all, his eyes were clear, big and beautiful, his lips were a little swollen, and if you looked closely between his brows, he even had a strange kind of laziness, but his cheeks were rosy, like a winter jasmine that had just been nourished by rain and dew, and looked particularly delicate and beautiful with water and dew.
They were both women, experienced ones at that. Before they hurried over, Yan understood at a glance what the other party had just experienced.
Yang Yanzong's hair was also a little wet.
Yan family was detonated all of a sudden! She felt provoked. She felt that her son had been seduced by the seductress from the Su family. She pointed at Su Ci and shouted, "Su was disobedient. She had your mother beaten and didn't allow anyone to pick up your aunt Yan. I'm going to ask you to divorce her now. Will you obey or not?!"
Yang Yanzong frowned, "She hit you?"
Yan choked up and said, "That's right."
Yang Yanzong stood up and tilted his head to look at Akang. Akang immediately stepped forward and bowed, then described the situation in detail quickly and clearly.
Afterwards, he stepped back and two other guys came on and added to the story from their own perspective.
Yan shouted, "They are birds of a feather! They beat, pulled and tugged, but they just followed the orders of this Su. Do they have a mother like me in their eyes?!"
Ah Kang and the two young men were anxious, especially the two at the back who had to have physical contact with Yan. They hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Master, we didn't, we..."
Yang Yanzong nodded: "I know, OK, I'm sorry to trouble you, go down and claim your reward."
The three of them felt relieved, responded quickly, and retreated respectfully.
Yan seemed to be struck by lightning, with her hands wiping tears still on her face. Huo looked up at Yang Yanzong. She seemed to suddenly not recognize her son, who had always been gentle and filial. There was also something unfamiliar on his face.
Yang Yanzong really wanted to reason with his mother, but she didn't understand, or even if she understood she pretended not to understand, which made him tired and powerless.
Yang Yanzong finally stood up. He got up and sat on the chair on his left hand. He turned the jade ring on his right finger for a moment and said, "Su took his family to Zhuangzi secretly because of my intention; the personal soldiers followed Su's orders because of my instruction."
"Mom, my father is not feeling well, have you gone to see him?"
Yang Yanzong's last sentence still had a hint of persuasion, but Su Ci thought to herself that it might be in vain.
Yan was stunned, staring at her son who had become so unfamiliar to her. She couldn't believe it: "But I asked someone to pick up your aunt, but Su refused. Not only did she order someone to stop me," she covered her still bruised cheek, "your father even beat me!"
Yan glared at Su Ci angrily: "This bitch, with a heart as hard as stone, actually watched your aunt die!..."
"Mother!"
Yang Yanzong stood up and interrupted him. He said calmly, "Zhuangzi is a place of affairs, so outsiders are not allowed to come in and out at will."
Yan looked at her son blankly. Every word and expression of Yang Yanzong was strange and cold. He said calmly, "Aunt has a deep misunderstanding of my family. To prevent any accidents, it is better for you to stay in Shengping Township."
Yan stood up slowly. She really didn't expect to hear such unfamiliar words from her eldest son. Yang Yanzong's expression at this moment was extremely unfamiliar. She couldn't believe it. She snorted and turned to look at Yang Chongying with a sarcastic look on his face, Su Ci who was still standing with his hands behind his back and not speaking, and a group of old women and maids who were silent as if their tongues were cut off. The personal soldiers brought by Yang Yanzong stood outside the door expressionlessly, and everyone was tough and indifferent.
She groaned twice, fell into a chair, and murmured, "My good son, this is the good son I gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy!"
Having been bewitched by a vixen, his heart now only belongs to his wife!
Yan was angry and hateful, her eyes were bloodshot. She hated everyone in this room. They were a family, a good family, but now only they and their son were a family, not her! !
Yan was so angry and excited that she leaned back and fainted.
This time, Yan was really sick, and at one point she was quite ill.
However, it made most people feel relieved.
Of course, this is too far to talk about now. Yan Shi fainted, and immediately there was chaos again. When they finally finished, it was already past noon. Yang Yanzong rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Hitch the carriage and return to Yangdu."
…
Next, there will be a series of national mourning activities.
There is no need to talk about this, because there are actually not many people who are truly sad.
What's more, I feel excited, relaxed and confident.
Although things were a bit troublesome at home, Yang Yanzong was very successful in his career.
Put your head on the line, take the risk and force the emperor to abdicate, and finally succeed. It's time to reap the rewards!
I don't know how Empress Kun did it, but the old emperor's remains looked very peaceful, without any signs of poisoning. After Empress Kun cried sadly, she felt that the country could not be without a ruler for a day, so soon, in her capacity as the queen mother, she adopted the youngest son of Prince Qian as her heir and ascended the throne to become emperor.
Empress Kun was promoted to Empress Dowager Kun, and because the little emperor was too young, only nine years old this year, Empress Dowager Kun ruled the country from behind the curtain.
Uncle Kun is still Uncle Kun, but the value of Uncle Kun today is by no means comparable to that in the past.
Next, all the meritorious officials will be rewarded generously.
Yang Yanzong was granted the title of Marquis of Changyi, and Su Ci is now the Marquis's wife.
In addition, Yang Yanzong took advantage of this battle to not only firmly control the Left Guard, but also moved into the Beijing Camp in one fell swoop. In addition, the entire Suiping Camp was taken over by him and Ji Yuanhao.
He was promoted to a higher position, his power increased, and everyone was happy. This 27-day national mourning period was not sad at all.
After the national mourning, the new emperor officially ascended the throne.
The blue cloth for the coffin was still hanging the day before, and it was immediately covered with gold and red the next day. Overnight, the entire imperial city was covered in festive colors. The royal rules were so dramatic.
After the solemn coronation ceremony, the old emperor was buried in the underground palace, which took nearly three months. However, the strictest first three months of national mourning had passed. For Kun, who forced the emperor to the throne, these formalities were just matters of face, and they would be over in the past.
As soon as the 100-day period of banning music and banquets was over, the palace immediately issued an edict to hold a grand banquet for all officials, with a focus on those who had made meritorious contributions.
Finally, they can celebrate their victory openly!
Of course Su Ci did not attend the coronation ceremony, but she did attend this banquet.
In a nutshell, it was very lively! Many officials have already adapted to the fact that there is a new emperor. After all, it has little to do with them. On the contrary, the court is no longer so tense and everyone is no longer in danger, which allows them to put down their worries and show some genuine joy.
Today's banquet was divided into seats for men and women. Su Ci and Ren smiled at each other, and the two newly-crowned marquises walked hand in hand to the women's seat.
Today's Queen Kun, oh no, Queen Mother Kun, has a more mature look and a more powerful aura. She glanced at Ren Suci who came to greet her. After all, they were the family members of the heroes who were celebrating today. She rarely showed a faint smile and nodded to them.
This Empress Dowager Kun is not someone who would go the same way as her. Su Ci and Ren paid their respects and left quickly. Let’s not talk about that.
The two of them sat down hand in hand, ate and drank with ease, chatting while looking around.
Today was the last day that Su Ci was able to participate in a royal banquet without any pressure. She relaxed and appreciated the various views. The Yongle Hall was still as large and magnificent as before. Even though a few unusable colors were missing, it did not affect its grandeur and luxury at all.
Most of the people present smiled and pretended to wipe their tears, then started chatting with those around them with a smile. Their expressions were much more relaxed than before. What was important was to make their living environment lighter. Three months was enough for them to put the previous emperor behind them and adapt to the new dynasty very well.
On the contrary, the little emperor seemed to have not adapted so well. The large gold-painted nine-dragon chair was too uncomfortable for a small child to sit on, even with bright yellow pillows on three sides. His feet could not touch the ground, his body could not reach the edge, and the crown and dragon robe on his head were heavy. The little emperor had to work hard to sit up straight.
But today the little emperor was obviously very happy. He looked at King Qian below from time to time. The father and son looked at each other from afar across the jade steps. His brother, King Qian's son, and the brothers also made eye contact from time to time. The little emperor smiled with two little fangs.
Prince Qian smiled and nodded at the little emperor with a gentle look in his eyes. However, occasionally when the little emperor tilted his head to listen to what Queen Mother Kun said, his smile would fade slightly and his eyes would look a little sad.
Most people probably wouldn't notice it, but Su Ci noticed it after staring at it for a while. Eh, Prince Qian Xiannan seems to be forcing a smile. Isn't he really happy for his son to be the emperor? On the contrary, Princess Xiao Kun beside Prince Qian was very happy and kept looking at her son on the throne with loving and excitement.
Su Ci didn't stare at it all the time. After all, it was okay to just gossip for a while, and it wouldn't be a big deal to stare at it all the time. She quickly turned her gaze back to the stage for fear of being discovered.
There was no bright red color on the stage. Most of the dancers were dressed in pretty colors such as light green, pink and yellow, but they were just as beautiful and eye-catching. The dances were much more fancy and the dancers of all colors were also extremely beautiful. Kun liked it. The palace had a new owner. The old emperor loved to watch beautiful dances, while Kun was keen on gorgeous and flourishing dances. Naturally, the style changed.
After the finale dance, Fei Tian Ji's face flushed, she panted lightly and bowed to pay tribute. Kun Guoji clapped his hands and praised loudly, "Good, good, you danced well! Reward! "
Queen Mother Kun leaned against the Phoenix Throne, smiling faintly, looking comfortable.
Not long after, after this Ji girl left the stage, she appeared beside Uncle Kun, knelt down and tenderly offered wine.
Uncle Kun did not just praise himself, he also included all the contributors. After all, the theme of today was actually to celebrate!
Various awards had been presented in turn, and at the end, Uncle Kun laughed and clapped his hands. The golden curtain moved, and dozens of beautiful and charming ladies came up one after another.
Sixteen of them, in the front row, are beauties with long eyebrows, thin eyes, graceful figures and a hint of exotic charm. They are the new tribute girls sent by Wusun.
Uncle Kun laughed heartily and waved his hand. From the lowest to the highest, everyone who had made a contribution would get a share!
As for the last sixteen beautiful tribute ladies, they of course belong to the eight greatest contributors!
Uncle Kun waved his hand and gave two to each person, including Yang Yanzong and Ji Yuanhao. Because they were tribute girls, they were bestowed in the name of the young emperor.
The atmosphere was at its highest point, with laughter and booing almost blowing the roof off the room, but on the women's side, the smiles suddenly faded.
Ren, who was standing next to her, sighed softly, held Su Ci's hand and patted it, and said softly, "They are just some toys, you don't have to take it to heart."
Su Ci turned her head and smiled at her.
But my mood suddenly dropped to the ground.
It’s just so boring!
…
Yang Yanzong is not dead, life goes on, and the decision of life and death that may occur in an instant cannot offset the contradictions in the long-term life.
Just like many lovers who were willing to give their lives for each other before marriage, there is no guarantee that they will not end up in a mess after marriage.
This incident of giving away a daughter appeared suddenly, but it pushed the conflict between the two people to the surface and to the climax!
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