don't fight the general

Chapter 55

Yan Jing has grown up to more than [-] years today, and the total time spent in Yongshou Palace is not as long as the recent period.Perhaps it was also because Yan Cheng was always in a coma, there was no need for any direct interaction between father and son, he didn't need to pretend and cover up, he didn't need to be careful on his guard, and he didn't need to speculate several times before saying every word.

The person who fell asleep on the sickbed was no longer the aloof, majestic and suspicious Emperor Yongchu, he was just a dying person who was seriously ill, and he was Yan Jing's blood-linked father.

Speaking of which, the word father is really unfamiliar to Yan Jing.

Yan Jing raised his eyelids, and glanced at the sick bed——Yan Cheng never woke up since he fell asleep that day, and if he could not hear his heavy breathing, Yan Jing almost thought he had passed away up.

All the imperial physicians gathered in Yongshou Palace, read ancient books, and discussed countermeasures. I don't know how much various high-quality medicinal materials have been used, but they still have no effect.In fact, everyone knows it. Yan Cheng's time is approaching, but no one dares to say it out loud.

On the day Yan Jing entered the palace, the imperial city was under full martial law, guarded by the guards, and no one was allowed to enter again.On the bright side, it seems that the Zheng family outside the city has not moved yet, but Yan Jing knows well that it is impossible to leave the imperial city now.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for Yan Cheng to wake up, or waiting for Yan Cheng to never wake up again.

Everyone included the concubines, palace servants, imperial physicians in the imperial city, officials who had been called to the palace before, and the Zheng family outside the imperial city who had grasped the situation but stood still.

Yan Jing stared at Yan Cheng for a while, then shifted her gaze to Concubine Wei Shu, who was holding a brocade handkerchief, carefully wiping off the medicine stains on Yan Cheng's lips, her eyelids drooped, covering her eyes, but Yan Jing's heart Clearly, those eyes must be faintly red, even with tears in their eyes, a little emotional fluctuation, tears will roll down from them, and then they will not be able to stop crying.

How many days his father was in a coma, how many days his mother and concubine cried.Compared with Concubine Zheng who went outside the palace early, his concubine mother is really pure, cowardly but affectionate.

Maybe I have complained, I have been ambitious, and I have tried to seek something that should not belong to me.But at this point, everything has disappeared, and what she cares most about is this person on the sick bed.

Maybe this person has never put her in his eyes, but to her, this person is her husband, the person she has entrusted her entire life to.

In the past, Yan Jing might have complained for his mother and concubine, but today, he is very clear in his heart, maybe there is no return, but as long as that person is still there, his mother and concubine will be happy.

Footsteps came from behind, followed by a servant's low voice greeting, Yan Jing turned his head, and indeed he saw Cui Qiao, he lowered his eyes slightly, stood up, and bowed towards Cui Qiao: "I have seen my mother."

Cui Qiao nodded, glanced at the sick bed, then looked at Concubine Wei Shu who had also got up but remained silent, and then turned her gaze: "Concubine Shu has worked very hard here all night, let's go back and have a rest .”

This has been the case in the past few days. After all, Yan Jue is young. Although she has a nurse and maid to take care of her, Cui Qiao can't ignore her. Whenever she goes back to take care of her, Concubine Shu will stay in Yongshou Palace. When Cui Qiao comes, Concubine Shu will leave automatically. .Some resentment has been accumulated for a long time, and it cannot be solved in a day or two. Even though Concubine Shu has understood the current situation, she still cannot completely relieve Cui Qiao.

Of course, Cui Qiao didn't care whether she was relieved or not.

The accompanying maid helped Concubine Shu out of the inner hall. Yan Jing glanced at her back, then turned her gaze to Cui Qiao who was sitting in front of the sick bed. Just like the previous few days, she came every day with a smile on her face. But he always has no expression, as if he doesn't care about everything, only when Yan Jue is mentioned, there will be a gentle smile on his face.

Yan Jing knew that Cui Qiao was not the same as his mother and concubine. His mother and concubine could only have his father and emperor in their hearts, but now everything in the imperial city, and even the future of the entire Great Wei, fell on Cui Qiao's shoulders. So she is destined not to be as sentimental as his mother and concubine, but sometimes, Yan Jing is really curious, when she looks at Yan Cheng on the sick bed, her eyes are deep, what is she thinking.

Cui Qiao looked sideways, and glanced at Yan Jing: "Your Highness, go back too, I just need to stay here alone."

Yan Jing responded, but still looked at her for a long time, and suddenly said: "Why did the queen mother marry into this palace?"

Cui Qiao didn't expect Yan Jing to ask such a question suddenly, there was a brief moment of astonishment on his face, and finally he smiled softly: "Why does Your Highness suddenly care about such old things?"

"I just thought of it suddenly, and I should be asking on behalf of Awei. He once told me that his mother's mother's riding and shooting skills were all excellent, and he had always been the object of his admiration. His wish was to grow up early and take over from his mother. After taking the seal of command, he became a young general under your command, but he never imagined that one day he would take over the seal of command, and the eldest sister he admired actually married into this secluded and deep palace. He may have never asked, but , I probably haven’t figured out why.”

"The reason?" Cui Qiao shook his head lightly, looked at Yan Jing, and said calmly, "Is there a reason for everything? As the prince, Yan Cong planned every step of the way to seek the throne, but His Highness didn't care. Care, isn’t there a reason for such a difference?”

Yan Jing didn't expect that she would mention this matter again at this moment. On that day, Cui Qiao asked him if he wanted to be the one who stood at the end, but Yan Jing just laughed and said softly: "Could it be that what the world flocks to must be Is it a good thing?" At that time, Cui Qiao looked at him for a while, but finally turned and left without saying anything.

After that, the matter was overturned, and no one mentioned it again.

"If you want to talk about the reason, there are naturally some, but it's because although the minister is a waste, he is also a waste with self-knowledge. He never has delusional thoughts about things that should not be touched." Yan Jing didn't want to talk about this matter anymore. Talking too much, he looked at Yan Cheng on the sickbed, and said, "In this way, there is always a reason why the mother can give up her long-cherished wish and choose to marry into the palace."

"Even if there is, why tell His Highness?"

Yan Jing tilted his head and touched his chin: "I'm just curious. Seeing my father like this, does the queen mother feel sad? Of course, all this has nothing to do with the son, and the mother should not want to answer." .”

Cui Qiao looked away, obviously not wanting to talk to him anymore: "It's getting late, please come back, Your Highness."

"My son has one more thing," Yan Jing said with a serious face, frowning, "Is there any news from the Northwest recently?"

Cui Qiao bit his lip slightly, then shook his head: "The current situation in the capital, it is very difficult for news to spread to the imperial city, what is going on in the northwest, whether Ah Wei has received the news I sent a few days ago, is already unknown. "

Yan Jing lowered her eyes and nodded lightly: "The minister there is retiring."

After coming out of Yongshou Palace, Yan Jing did not go back to Yongning Palace. Although he had been staying there all this time, he didn't go back very often except when he wanted to rest.This imperial city is like a huge cage. Although it can keep them safe, it is extremely oppressive.

Especially, when he still had a heavy concern in his heart, it was even more unbearable.

There is a tendency of decline everywhere in this imperial city. The palace people come and go in a hurry, everyone looks serious, and the flowers and trees are gradually withering due to the season. Yan Jing feels even more uncomfortable walking through it.He turned around from the empty imperial garden, and finally turned around and went straight to Zhaoyang Palace.

During this period of time, he went to Zhaoyang Palace quite a few times, and perhaps he also got the queen's instruction. The palace people in Zhaoyang Palace were not surprised when they saw Yan Jing, and politely invited him in and offered him a gift. Serve new tea.

Yan Jue was lying in the cradle, just full of food and drink, looking in a good mood, holding the cloth tiger in his hand, having a great time playing.Everyone in the imperial city is worried, but he is the only one who will not be affected by the outside world in the slightest.

Yan Jing leaned in front of the cradle, staring at Yan Jue intently, reaching out to stop him when he brought the cloth tiger to his lips, and letting Yan Jue grab his fingers without breaking free.

The wet nurse has always seen Yan Jing these days, and has become acquainted with him a lot. Seeing him playing with Yan Jue with a smile on his face, she couldn't help laughing: "The Third Highness really likes His Highness, what is it? Brother, it's just different."

Yan Jing lightly tapped Yan Jue's immature face with her fingers, and lowered her eyes slightly: "When he grows up and knows more, he may not like me so much."

The wet nurse shook her head lightly, and replied with a smile: "Not at all, the slaves can tell that His Highness treats His Highness sincerely, and His Highness can naturally feel it, how can it be possible to become unfamiliar with a heart-to-heart exchange?" ?”

Yan Jing smiled slightly, but didn't answer. He looked down at Yan Jue's big bright eyes, and smiled suddenly: "No one can tell what will happen between him and me, but when Cui Wei comes back, we will be better than you." Compared with my elder brother, he should like uncle more, after all, he has always been more popular with children than me."

The nurse thought about it for a while, and nodded in agreement: "Young master is indeed very popular with children. When he was still in the mansion, children from the guard's family would often go to him to play boldly. He didn't mind. As long as I have free time, I really play with them, teach them how to dance knives and guns, and I am very happy."

During this period of time, Yan Jing heard a lot about Cui Wei's childhood from her wet nurse on and off. Whenever she listened to it, she felt very happy, but afterward, she felt that the longing in her heart became heavier.He lowered his head to look at the carefree Yan Jue, and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

The sky in the capital is about to change, when will his Awei come back?