The master doesn't want the monk to say

Chapter 65

The ceremonies and music were played, and Xia Yangui dressed in a splendid attire, and walked towards the front hall calmly.

All the courtiers bowed and knelt down to salute, shouting in unison: "Congratulations to my king."

Xia Yangui stood still in front of the hall according to the proper etiquette. His queen walked slowly step by step behind him. She worked harder than him. The head drooped slightly, and the docile eyebrows and eyes were hidden behind the red silk sash of Xipa, looking vaguely hazy.

Xia Yangui suddenly realized that the sun was too bright today, and when he was walking on the long white jade steps, he almost couldn't keep his eyes open.

His wife came from the sunlight, and when she walked beside him, she seemed to still carry the warmth of the sun. He and her looked at each other through Xipa, and they couldn't see each other clearly.

The National Teacher Pagoda was sealed off, and the minister of ceremonies was the old Mrs. Gan Shang. He walked down from the high altar, panting slightly, but his face was flushed with excitement, and his eyes were shining brightly.

He had no choice but to pause for a while to adjust his breath, and then some trembling voices due to old age spread throughout the hall.

"Ligui couple, easy to describe the universe, with Yang Chenghua, more respectful than the moon, Hezhou descends gracefully, Tianyao hangs down..."

Xia Yangui was a little distracted by the lengthy and slow congratulatory speech, and he began to think in this old voice how he and Yinhe had come to this helpless step today.

After announcing that the monarchs of the world will establish Qi Wanrong as the queen, Qi Mushi entered the palace once and met him secretly.

Xia Yangui pursed his lips. Maybe before this meeting, he didn't really understand why Qi Mushi had to lean towards the royal family. After all, the influx of new powers in the court had greatly weakened Prince Qi's power.

But Qi Mushi told him frankly that if he could keep Qi Wanrong's status and help the Qi family survive, Prince Qi's status in the court would plummet.

Xia Yangui could no longer blame Qi Mushi for not helping him before, and could only accept it silently.Qi Mushi has spent so many years in the ruling and opposition parties, and now he and the emperor are forced to become grasshoppers on the same rope.

When he plans for the emperor, he is planning for himself.

Xia Yangui suddenly understood the kindness and hard work of the national teacher, Qi Mushi's cunning and prudence is currently unmatched by him, and the Qi family is the prime minister, and the power is intertwined, although it is not comparable to the Qi prince who has increased his power in recent years , but in the final analysis, Qixiang's chassis is still hard and strong.

So what is he doing now?

Xia Yangui's body remained motionless, his brows and eyes were a little gloomy, and he thought, "No matter what you're doing, it's not just praying for me."

He still hasn't forgotten the angry and aggrieved feeling when he learned that Yinhe was writing him a congratulatory speech, wishing him wholeheartedly to have a son.

He felt like a child who took the most delicious candy and offered it to Yinhe, but was overturned to the ground by Liantang and others...

He couldn't even ask "why". The reason everyone knew was like a thin copper hairpin stuck in his throat, and the bloody foam that came up caught his mouth, staining his teeth shockingly.

Paying homage to the ancestors and kneeling down, Xia Yangui followed step by step like a marionette. Qi Wanrong beside her was supported by someone, and her heavy headdress made her shake slightly.

When the husband and wife bowed to each other, Qi Wanrong's figure flickered, Xia Yangui subconsciously reached out to support her, and the nurse at the side congratulated repeatedly: "The emperor is so meticulous, the empress is blessed."

Xia Yangui vaguely saw the corners of Qi Wanrong's mouth slightly raised. If he were to take off the happy handkerchief at this moment, he should have a gentle appearance, the virtue of a virtuous wife, and his face can be seen.

He couldn't help but think of Empress De Gongzhao, his father's empress, who now sleeps with her in the imperial tomb. He remembered that the palace people often said that the empress is virtuous and abiding by justice in the world. He knew they were not talking about the empress dowager who lives in the harem now.

Yinhe may have chosen the right person again.

Xia Yangui began to wonder if this was God's will in the dark, and Yin He chose one after another for the dynasty, who was worthy and respectful, and he could not escape. Yin He was just acting in accordance with God's will, and he The inextricable love for Yinhe is just a trivial mistake.

But now that the National Teacher Pagoda is long sealed, he will establish a concubine, and then stabilize the ruling and opposition parties, and then he will have heirs... But he will never see Yinhe again.

This made him have to suspect that all this was just Yinhe correcting that little mistake, and now it seems to be on the right track.

Xia Yangui gritted his teeth, he was not reconciled.

Under the reminder of the nanny, Xia Yangui suddenly came back to his senses and stretched out his hand to support his queen, and the grandpa beside him announced loudly: "Li Cheng——"

The long ending sound was like a poisonous sting from a bee tail that penetrated his body, making him feel chills all over, but he knew that there would be more poisonous stings like this in the days to come, even more so. Being sharp and vicious, he was pierced through, full of holes, all the wounds couldn't be closed, the more the carrion was dug, the more rotten it was.

Just when the priest announced the "bridal chamber", Xia Yangui raised his hand to stop him, turned around, walked out of the palace gate, faced all the officials, and said, "I am getting married today, and the national teacher is not here at the altar. If you do not respect the heavens, I will enter the National Teacher Pagoda in person and be with the heavens."

All the officials knelt together, "This is the virtue of obedience to heaven, long live my emperor!"

He saw Qi Mushi's complicated expression, but in a flash, Qi Mushi hid his emotions very well, Xia Yangui lowered his eyes, and he told himself that he was just trying to show off Qi Mushi, lest he really feel that the emperor still had to Relying on him unconditionally can stabilize this position.

He returned to the hall, took Qi Wanrong's tender hand, which seemed very small in his hand, and sent her to Jingtai Palace where they were supposed to be married after the main hall.

The two stood in front of the palace gate but didn't go in. Xia Yangui could vaguely see her face through the hipa, but couldn't read her expression. After a long time, he choked out a sentence: "Sorry."

Xia Yangui felt that his hand was lightly pinched, and Qi Wanrong's voice came from behind Xipa, gentle and shy, "My husband is the emperor, so naturally you have to think about the world, and my concubines are waiting for you."

Xia Yangui felt as if his heart was being strangled by the little hand that was holding his back, and the nails painted with bright red Koudan looked bewitching and ruthless at this moment.

Xia Yangui withdrew his hand, hurriedly said "Queen Gaode", and left after being rewarded by the Grand Duke next to him.

No one came with him, Xia Yangui heaved a sigh of relief, and didn't want to think about how the other party felt when he left the bride alone on the wedding night.

The long-unopened door of the National Teacher Tower opened again, Xia Yangui walked in, the coolness came from all directions, the door closed again behind him, and only two candlesticks were left burning slowly in the tower.

The only light was probably behind the heavy veil, Xia Yangui walked a few steps, then stopped suddenly, and knelt down on the spot.

The people behind the veil didn't say a word, Xia Yangui knelt down in silence.

The candles flickered on and off, as if their hearts were beating. The stalemate between the two lasted until midnight. There was the sound of fireworks bursting outside the tower.

Xia Yangui lowered his head, feeling that Yinhe was walking towards him step by step. After a while, a pair of white silk satin soft shoes stood in front of his eyes, without the sound of footsteps. Get closer to yourself.

As soon as he raised his head, there was a crisp sound of "pop", just in time for the fireworks outside the tower, Xia Yangui was stunned for a moment, feeling the hot feeling coming from his face, before he realized that it was indeed the sound of a slap in the face.

Yin He was so forceful that he hit Xia Yangui over his head. He looked at Yin He in disbelief, and found that the person who had enough courage to slap him was trembling at the moment, and had not been out of the tower for a long time, making his body even weaker. His face was as pale as a ghost.

The faint anger in Xia Yangui's heart suddenly turned into unbearable distress. He still knelt on the ground, grabbed Yinhe's shaking hand, and the coolness pierced his bones. He frowned, "Why is it so cold?"

Seeing that Yinhe's expression was not good, he said embarrassingly, "Uncle He, I was wrong, please forgive me."

Yin He closed his eyes, his voice was a little weak, "You always say that every time you make a mistake, should I forgive you?"

Xia Yan's heart sank, "Uncle He, there's no need. Just tonight, just tonight, let me stay here!" Let me stay by your side...

Yin He looked at him with sad eyes, the phrase "If I die, so what about you?" was still in his throat and he couldn't say it, and finally he just said: "You entered the tower on the wedding night, you let me die. How does your wife feel? How do you make Qi Mushi feel? How do you make the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty think? How do you make the world think?"

"When will you grow up and stop doing such stupid things?" Yin He looked at him, his grief turned into silence, "Do you still think that there is any possibility between us?"

Xia Yangui remained silent, but held Yinhe's hand tightly and refused to let go.Yinhe wanted to break free, but was almost pulled to the ground.

"If you want to kneel, it's better to kneel," Yin He finally said angrily, "How can you take me with you?"

Xia Yangui raised his head and smiled miserably, "Uncle He, I want to take you with me no matter what I do or wherever I go, but you refuse to follow me."

Yin He snorted, "What can you do, where are you going?"

Xia Yangui's eyes darkened, he nodded, and he agreed very much, "Well, because I am the emperor, I can't do anything, and I can't go anywhere. where you can’t go.”

"My only pain," Xia Yangui raised his eyes, and saw Yinhe's peach blossom eyes glowing slightly, "is that I hate that I was born in Tian's family, but I am so glad that I was born in Tian's family. I met you, and the former made me want nothing for the rest of my life—"

Xia Yangui paused, and suddenly there was hope in his eyes, "Uncle He, you love me, you see me in such pain, you are a prophet, do you think I will really be tired of not being able to get what I want all my life? "

Yinhe felt a pain in his heart, avoided the pitiful eyes that were begging a little, looked at the bright red wedding dress on him in a blink of an eye, and felt a little dejected, "The queen is a good girl, you should cherish it yourself."

After saying that, Yinhe felt that his numb hand had been caught and loosened. He quickly stepped back a few steps. The candles in the tower were not bright, but he could clearly see the red mark on Xia Yangui's face.

Subconsciously, he took another step forward, comforting Xia Yangui, who was unable to walk or run and jump, fell down, and cried like before.

But he soon realized that this was not before, the dark but shockingly red mark was made by him himself.

At that time, he hated Xia Yangui for being so impulsive and reckless in doing things. When he thought that Xia Yangui had made no progress at all, and he would not live long, he became angry and angry.

And Xia Yangui actually knelt until midnight, and still refused to go back to the bedroom. He felt angry, put down the book that he hadn't turned a page from the beginning, walked out, and saw someone kneeling there.

When he came back to his senses, the palms of his hands ached, and the crisp "pop" seemed to explode in his ears, making him completely unrecognizable and terrified.

Yinhe's entire head exploded with a "boom".

The author has something to say: The paragraph of congratulations comes from "Historical Records".