HCB Chapter 223 Father, Your Majesty, I Request You to Abdicate 38
Chapter 223 Father, Your Majesty, I Request You to Abdicate 38
Emperor Cheng'an shook his head helplessly. How could he forget that Lin'an was not someone who could stand to be idle? And Zitong was angry. If she did something impulsively and hurt the relationship between mother and daughter, wouldn't she regret it in the future?
It is indeed time to put the matter of the Crown Princess on the agenda, so that Zi Tong will have something to do. Well, when the emperor returns from the expedition, the matter of the Crown Prince and Zheng Ningyin will flash through his eyes.
"It's getting late, Lin'an, you should go back to Wuyou Palace first." Anyway, Lin'an has nothing to do here, and he still needs to arrange various affairs, so it's better not to get in his way here.
"I'll take my leave now." Jiuli thought to herself, isn't it because he dislikes her for being idle here and wasting her time to pamper the beauty?
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is already September.
At the gate of the imperial city, Emperor Cheng'an patted Jingxing on the shoulder, his eyes showing a bit of complexity, but it was fleeting. This was Jingxing's last chance, what if he couldn't seize it?
"Farewell, Your Majesty." Jingxing led the ministers who stayed in the imperial city to bow and salute, their eyes full of pride.
Looking closely, the eyes of the ministers who stayed behind were filled with jealousy. Humph! He is not one of those delicate scholars, but a hero who can draw a four-force bow and shoot seven arrows in a row! ! !
There was still a hint of resentment in their eyes. As they watched the flags covering the sky, like a giant winding dragon moving further and further away, they stood up straight and left, as if they were not themselves just now.
On the city wall, Zhu Yuanzhi looked into the distance, gazing at the direction where the soldiers were leaving, with unspeakable sadness in her eyes.
"Erling, go back to the palace." She suppressed her emotions and turned into the graceful and elegant queen again, speaking in a dignified tone and with restrained emotions.
"Yes." Er Ling, who was standing on the side, hurried forward and supported his queen's arm as they walked down the city wall.
Due to the long journey and the need to arrive within the stipulated time, the army traveled a long distance and did not set up camp until nightfall in an open area. Even for lunch, everyone only ate a few bites of dry food on horseback, which was really miserable.
"Lin'an." At this moment, Emperor Cheng'an had no imperial airs at all. He sat on the ground and spoke loudly.
Beside him were two bowls of wild vegetable porridge and a few steamed cakes, and Emperor Cheng'an was turning a roasted rabbit in his hand.
"Father?" Lin'an got off the horse and took a processed pheasant hanging on the side. "Can you eat this rabbit?"
When I approached the fire, I noticed that the rabbit kept turning over and over on the fire. Under the moonlight, I could just barely make out that it looked like a rabbit in black, but it was hard to tell whether it was edible or not.
"It's good enough to have something to eat, why are you so picky?" Without even raising his eyelids, he looked a little unhappy. Did he really think he didn't know the rabbit was burnt? "Here, your wild vegetable porridge and steamed cakes," he pointed to the empty space between the two of them.
Jiuli picked up two wooden sticks and placed the pheasant on the fire, then sat down next to Emperor Cheng'an and took the porridge handed to her by Su Qin.
I couldn't tell what the dish was, just a big bowl of green food. It didn't look like food, but rather something that could poison her. The pancake was so hard that it could be used as a brick if you pinched it with your hands, right? ? ?
"You think it's not tasty?" Emperor Cheng'an pulled off the black rabbit leg, which was still stained with blood. "I eat this."
Meat is used to improve the food, how can it be available at every meal?
"It's indeed a little worse than what the Shangshanju makes," he said without comment, slowly tearing the pancake apart and throwing it into the bowl to soak.
"It's actually quite good. We couldn't even eat this six years ago," Emperor Cheng'an blew on the porridge, took a sip, and frowned. It seemed that everyone in the palace was spoiled.
"It smells pretty good," Jiuli raised the corners of her lips when she saw Emperor Cheng'an frowning, and turned the pheasant over in her hand.
The two of them drank the wild vegetable porridge quietly, with only the crackling sparks and the grease dripping into the fire briefly lighting up their cheeks.
At this time, in Fengyi Hall of Changle Palace, Zhu Yuanzhi looked at the table full of delicacies from land and sea with no appetite. She couldn't help but miss Lin'an who was accompanying her.
Lin'an had been spoiled since childhood, loved luxury and fine clothes, and was especially picky about food. How could he endure such suffering?
"Your Majesty, please use a little more, otherwise how can your body bear it?" Er Yao advised earnestly.
"How could Lin'an be so disobedient?" The battlefield is full of dangers. How could it be a place for a girl to go?
Er Yao kept silent. The eldest princess was the master after all, and it was fine for the queen to say a few words, but she dared not agree with her.
"I remember there is a fox fur in the storehouse." Zhu Yuanzhi said one thing and meant another. She said she would not give it to him, but then she asked about it.
"That was a gift from His Majesty on the Queen's birthday. The fur is dark and dazzling. It is indeed a rare and good leather." Er Yao thought quickly and then spoke, unable to hide the smile in her eyes.
"Send it to the Clothing Bureau. The East Territory is bitterly cold. If it's done now, it can be sent over with the next batch of food supplies." Zhu Yuanzhi put aside her worries and said, "Send one to His Majesty as well."
"Here. Your Majesty, is there anything you want to eat?" Er Yao was about to go out, but stopped, "Your Majesty will definitely punish me when I come back, Your Majesty, please treat me as a pity and eat a little."
"Then have some light porridge. Take all these away and share them among you." Zhu Yuanzhi gave Er Yao a displeased look. How could she be in the mood to eat at this moment?
The former Jing Xing was busy like a spinning top, never touching the ground, not even having time to drink a sip of water. When no one was around, he collapsed on the chair like a deflated ball, his face full of frustration.
This was the first time I realized that those usually amiable ministers were actually more shrewd and smooth than the other!
So you performed this for your father's sake?
"Your Highness, the Queen has sent some Tremella and bird's nest porridge." Min Yan knocked on the door gently with a tray in his hand. After getting a response, he pushed the door open and followed Min Yan in.
The moonlight outside poured in, and Jingxing only then realized that it was very late. He thought only a few hours had passed.
Jingxing sat up straight, pretending to look at the memorials sent to him, and only touched his stomach with his left hand. This was the first time he felt so hungry since he was a child!
Even before in the North, although I didn't have fine clothes and delicious food, at least I had time to eat. Now it's really miserable!
How did his father do it? Not only was he able to balance the affairs of the former dynasty, but he also had time to relax in the harem? And he just sat here all day today, without moving at all!
"Leave it there. I'll use it after I finish reading it." Jing Xing's voice revealed a subtle hint of fatigue.
The bowl of Tremella and Bird's Nest Porridge on the table had a rich aroma, color, flavor and taste, which constantly attracted his attention.
"It's getting late. Your Highness should rest after you finish your work. You still have a court meeting at 3 a.m." Min Yan advised softly.
"What time is it?" Jing Xing quickly wrote "I have read it" on the memorial, threw it aside very conveniently, and then took the porridge.
"It's almost the quarter past midnight." He replied respectfully.
"I know. Ask Zhili to come and serve." Jingxing finished his bird's nest porridge and continued to review the memorials. Xinxia thought, was Minyan looking at the direction of the memorials just now? What secret was there?