After resigning, I switched to fortune-telling

Chapter 66

Xie Tangru thought of Shang Qingyao's biological mother.

Last time I heard Shang Qingyao mention a few words, and later Xie Tangru also learned a little about the past from his father Wei Guogong.

Shang Qingyao's biological mother was not of a prominent background, and she was the lowest among all the concubines with sons. She was said to be the daughter of an official, with a scholarly family, but in fact she was about the same as a commoner.The only thing that can be sold is her appearance. It is said that she is as beautiful as a fairy in the sky. She is very favored by the old emperor, and even in spite of the empress's objection, she was named his wife. People in the palace called her "Mrs. Mingyue" at that time.The old emperor also vacated the Qingtai Terrace for Mrs. Mingyue to live in, to show the emperor's favor.

When Mrs. Mingyue was the most favored, the limelight even faintly overshadowed the queen.

But it has been said throughout the ages that a confidante has a bad life, and the fate of this Lady Mingyue is no exception. She does not know what mistakes she made, and was quickly rejected by the emperor, and disappeared quietly into the palace. There was no funeral, and there was no posthumous burial. Entering the concubine's mausoleum, all traces of her were ruthlessly erased by the emperor, and the only evidence that she had lived in this world was Shang Qingyao, who carried her blood.

Speaking of which, he and Shang Qingyao are a bit similar - both of their biological mothers died for no apparent reason.

His thoughts flicked across here, Xie Tang gently landed on the board like a chess piece picked up by his fingertips, the "click" sound collided with the crackling sound of the lamp flower, which was very clear in the silent night.He opened his mouth slowly, his voice sounded like plucked strings: "Your Majesty's mother...has a good relationship with His Majesty?"

Shang Qingyao thought for a while before answering Xie Tangru's question: "No."

His voice was soft but firm, and Xie Tangru was stunned for a while, as if he hadn't expected Shang Qingyao to answer like this at all.

The servants and maids left at some point, and only Xie Tangru and Shang Qingyao were sitting opposite each other in the huge palace. The black and white pieces on the chessboard in front of them were distinct and criss-crossed.

After a while, Shang Qingyao explained: "My mother and concubine passed away many years ago, and my memory of her is already very weak. My mother and concubine is not a person who likes children, and she doesn't often take care of me personally. It was the nanny in the palace who looked after me, and when I could remember a little, she had passed away.

There were no signs of her death, it was said that she died of illness, but she was in good spirits during that time.After her death, the first emperor killed all the people around her, so there was no way to verify whether she really died of illness. "

When the emperor was speaking, his eyes never moved away from Xie Tangru's face. The young man lowered his eyes halfway, and rested his fingers on the edge of the chessboard. He didn't know whether he was listening to him carefully or thinking about the chess game.

Under the candlelight, the arc of half of his jaw was smooth and beautiful, with an unreal beauty.

Xie Tangru was thinking about what Shang Qingyao said. The emperor's tone was so light and light that he couldn't tell the emperor's real attitude—Mrs. don't care.

He considered the bottom line that the emperor should not cross, and asked, "Does your majesty believe that Mrs. Mingyue died of illness?"

The emperor's tone this time was equally firm: "I don't believe it."

The most common thing in the palace is death from illness, but there are not many real deaths in the palace.

Xie Tangru nodded, and did not follow the trend to pursue. Although this has not touched Shang Qingyao's bottom line, but if he pursues it, it will inevitably involve more secrets that may not be within the scope of Xie Tangru's expectations, so he followed Shang Qingyao's words Changed the topic: "Speaking of which, my mother's death was also caused by illness. Her body suddenly weakened, and my father invited the most famous doctor but failed to save her."

"What kind of person is Mrs. Duke of Wei before?" Shang Qingyao asked suddenly.

"She is a very beautiful person." So beautiful that until now, there are still rumors about the appearance of Mrs. Wei Guogong's wife in the noble circles of the capital, and for this reason, they seem to understand the reason why Wei Guogong didn't marry another person— ——I have seen the beauty of the sky, and I just feel like seeing other people again. How can it touch the hearts of flower lovers.

Xie Tangru went on to say: "He is also a person with a very mysterious origin. I have lived for so many years, and I have never known that my mother is related to the rumored extremely mysterious Guifang clan." Not low, she is the daughter of the young patriarch.Xie Tangru thinks about it, if his mother's status is compared to that of the first prince's child.

"The Guifang clan is indeed extremely mysterious." Shang Qingyao has also read some records in ancient books, and there are various theories. The most widely spread one is that their clan is descended from gods and can directly communicate with "Heaven" To communicate, "Heaven" bestowed them with supernatural powers, so that they would not fall behind when resisting foreign enemies, but apart from these mysterious and mysterious statements, there is no specific and actual record in the book. "But Mrs. Wei Guogong maybe didn't mean to hide it from you."

"Your Majesty will say that only because you don't know my mother." Xie Tangru smiled and looked over, "Even if I don't want to hear what my mother wants to tell me, I will still know it. My mother's secret things, even if I dig three feet, may not There are clues—but those are things of the past."

He is no longer a child, and his mother has been dead for many years, and it is estimated that even the ashes have cooled down early.

"But now I feel that there is nothing wrong with my mother keeping these things from me for the rest of my life. At least I can sleep peacefully every night." Xie Tangru sighed. Willing to get involved in the bloody wind of another tribe.

— not only is it troublesome, it is also useless.

Shang Qingyao laughed, "It's getting late, I ordered someone to come in and wait for you to wash and rest. After tomorrow's court meeting, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Xie Tangru's brows and eyes relaxed a little: "Alright, why don't you go home and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my dad?"

With a raised eyebrow, Shang Qingyao pretended not to be worried: "You just leave me alone in the palace?"

"Your Majesty was joking, don't my father and I have to go to the palace to celebrate with you on Mid-Autumn Festival?" Xie Tangru blinked.

It is a tradition to hold a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the palace. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the emperor will call his sons and daughters, some trusted courtiers and family members of the clan into the palace, and enjoy the moon and drink together. It was lively, but every time their father and son were on the list drawn up by the palace.Therefore, there is nothing wrong with Xie Tangru's words.

Shang Qingyao laughed and didn't answer, but said: "It's getting late today, you should rest early, and I have to deal with the memorials of the official department." The official department was cleaned not long ago, and now the power is finally It is firmly held by the emperor, but there are not many people who can provoke a position of minister, because of this, there are more things to pass Shang Qingyao's hands.

Xie Tangru didn't think there was any difference in this exhortation that was too close to the ordinary. He was used to the way of speaking with Shang Qingyao who hardly revealed the difference between the monarch and his ministers before: "Then remember to rest early, Your Majesty, anyway, there are endless memorials. There is no rush tonight at this time."

He muttered something, followed by a few vague syllables. Shang Qingyao didn't understand it after listening for a while, so he smiled. He rested his forehead on his hand and sat quietly for a while before going to the desk where the memorial was approved. go.

When the chief eunuch came in to light the lamp, he found that Shang Qingyao was not sitting in front of the table. His heart skipped a beat, and he held the weak candle that seemed to be blown out by the wind at any time, stooping and tiptoeing. Going around the folding screen of the Twelve Flower Gods, stepping up the white jade steps, and pushing aside the curtain, when you want to go inside again, your body is completely frozen and you dare not move any more.

Behind half a pair of pearl curtains, the emperor's close minister who they had talked about in their hearts was sleeping peacefully at this moment, with crow-feather satin-like hair slipping out of the brocade quilt, half of a jade-white hand resting on his cheek, breathing steadily, falling into a dream went.

The emperor's neatly tied hair fell out at some point, and when he lowered his head, it touched the brocade and black silk on the bed, as if they were entangled from a distance.

The emperor sat quietly beside him with his eyes half downcast, as if he was looking at something. After a long time, he stretched out his hand and brushed the young man's loose hair covering his face, his movements were gentle and delicate.