Yuncheng is small, and even the palace of Ruihao Kingdom is pitifully small.
There are three main halls in the front yard where civil and military officials gather to discuss, and there are three main halls for competitions or drinking and having fun, namely Wentao Hall, Wuliu Hall and Wenhua Hall. These three halls are magnificent, with carved beams and painted buildings and meticulously carved. There are countless gold and jade used for decoration alone, and the sight is full of magnificence.
In comparison, the harem is a bit simple, with only the Luanfeng Hall where the emperor and the empress live, and the Heming Hall where the two princes lived when they were young. To put it bluntly, it is a harem, but it is actually a yard that is not big or small.
However, the eldest prince did not live in the palace since he was a child, and the second prince left the palace at the age of fifteen. At most, he only occasionally returned to the palace to live in a short time. In the harem, he only lived in Murong Jun and Gongsun Muyun, which was more than enough.
It was already late at night, and the Heming Hall, which had been silent for many years, was brightly lit. The palace maids, eunuchs and imperial physicians were busy coming in and out, and they could not get married.
The bedroom was filled with the smell of medicine, and a haggard handsome man lay in the scarlet gold-spreading tent.
Next to the gums, the old doctor with a gray beard looked frightened and bowed to his head, “Immortal, the second prince is a heart disease, and he still needs to be treated with heart disease.”
“Clang—“
Gongsun Muyun swept the entire set of white jade tea sets on the table to the ground in anger.
“What are you talking about?” She was furious and almost pointed at his nose and scolded, “If you can’t cure, you won’t cure. You’re also looking for some messy excuses. What’s the use of this palace asking you to have these wine bags?”
Several imperial doctors knelt at Gongsun Muyun’s feet, huddling there like quails, and didn’t even dare to raise their heads.
Murong Jun saw such a picture as soon as he arrived at Heming Palace.
Although it is well maintained and has exquisite makeup, Gongsun Muyun is in her forties and fifties after all, and no matter how heavy her makeup is, she cannot completely cover all the wrinkles of varying shades on her face.
Gongsun Muyun was furious, with slender willow eyebrows standing upside down, and her pink and white face was full of resentment, which could not be removed.
Murong Jun suddenly had an illusion that he was not familiar with the illusion of the person beside him who had been with him for 30 years.
He shook his head, trying to drive that weird illusion out of his mind.
He kept telling himself that although his beloved wife was of great value, her life was not very smooth.
In the year of her wedding, she suffered damage and is still weak.
The eldest son Murong Shengxiao
Like her, he had a root of illness from the womb. He was also weak but had an extremely stubborn temper.
Fortunately, the child Murong Zheng is more like him, and his body is quite healthy, even his temperament is soft on the outside and hard on the inside is very similar to him.
Thinking of their beloved wife for their twoMurong Jun couldn’t bear to blame his son for his whole life. He comforted softly: “Let them treat Azheng well, why bother to get angry?”
On the gums, the slender figure also moved slightly at this time, “Father, Mother…”
“Azheng, Azheng, are you awake?” Gongsun Muyun’s reaction was quick. She hurried to the bedside, and then suddenly turned around and shouted at the imperial physicians who were huddled there and did not dare to move, “What are you doing in a hurry? Why don’t you come and take the second prince’s pulse!”
The imperial physician was about to step forward, but Murong Zheng waved his hand to them again, “No, I have something to discuss with my mother, you can retreat first.”
Just as the imperial physicians were in a dilemma, Murong Jun waved his hand and signaled them to wait outside the bedroom.
Although Murong Zheng woke up, he was not in good spirits. His face was as pale as paper, as if he was covered by a scattered aura.
Murong Jun never expected that his proud child would become like this after only one day of missing.
He frowned and said, “Tell me, what happened?”
Gongsun Mu was even more heartbroken. Her voice choked and said, “A Zheng, you are going to scare your mother to death.”
Murong Zheng quietly avoided her touch and asked indifferently, “My mother, where is Liu Le?”
“What?” Gongsun Muyun was shocked. She looked away with a little guilty look and said, “It’s okay, what are you talking about?”
Murong Zheng’s excessively pale face showed a meaningful smile, “I have something to ask Liu San, is he not back yet?”
“I know you care about your mother, but now you are still weak, so don’t worry about anything.” Gongsun Muyun really didn’t know how to answer, so he had to open the topic, “What’s the point, I’ll wait until you’re better.”
Murong Jun looked at Gongsun Muyun, who was obviously guilty and was pale. He respected his wife very much, walked over, patted Murong Zheng on the shoulder, and said, “Okay, A Zheng, wait for your health to be better.”
Murong Zheng still asked relentlessly: “Mother, what did Liu San do?
Can he come back? Or, no matter whether the matter is successful or not, he will end up like Qi Er and Tian Wu in the past?”
Qi Er and Tian Wu are both Gongsun Muyun’s dead soldiers, who died eighteen years ago.
But Murong Zheng suddenly said that Liu San, Qi Er and Tian Wu ended up like the same thing. This sounded so weird that it was indescribable.
Gongsun Muyun shouted, “What are you talking nonsense!”
Murong Zheng forced himself to sit up, his voice was hoarse and affirmative, “Mother, you asked someone to do that thing back then, right?”
He said, what happened back then,Could it be that thing eighteen years ago? Murong Jun suddenly widened his eyes.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” A panic flashed in Gongsun Muyun’s eyes, and he said with his eyes on his left and right, “A Zheng, your random guess is really hurting the heart of the mother.”
Murong Zheng sighed, stared at Gongsun Muyun’s face, and slowly said, “My mother, is Liu San still alive?”
“Stop!”
Gongsun Muyun stopped him loudly, but Murong Zheng seemed to have never heard of it. He continued to tell, “And Yan Zhiling, does the mother really have no idea about her?”