Netizen uploaded the third volume of Linglong Dice An Hongdou Yiwu prayer for rain

  "Why?" Liu Ying asked Wang Tong, "Am I not good enough for you?"

  He was not fond of women, except for a period in the first year of Emperor Hui's reign when he indulged in wine and sex. During these years, the women who stayed by his side were all old acquaintances from his youth. Wang Zhen had followed him since his days in hiding, and after many years of emotional attachment, he asked himself if he could not be considered to have treated her with great kindness.

  In the end, she repaid herself like this.

  "I," Wang Kong was momentarily at a loss, these days, she had been restless and deeply regretful of her momentary madness that day, as if manipulated like a puppet, doing such things, one wrong step after another, until now it's too late to turn back.

  She suddenly jumped up, grasping Liu's wide sleeve like a lifeline, and exclaimed in a shrill voice, "It was Tan He who harmed me. She said my child is a daughter, that's why I made a mistake for a moment. But it turned out she was lying. There must be someone behind her giving orders. Your Majesty, please let the Ting Wei Fu investigate." Her eyes were filled with a burning intensity, her voice frantic, "It must be them who are harming me!"

  Liu Ying withdrew her sleeves, gazing at her with a mixture of pity and disgust that she couldn't conceal, and asked faintly, "Was it she who made you drink that bowl of red flowers?"

  Wang Kong suddenly froze.

  That hatred was like a knife, cutting into her heart.

  "The case of Tan He's misdiagnosis is indeed a mistake. The Minister of Justice also has his own calculations. But," Liu Ying smiled bitterly, "even if you were really carrying only a daughter, should you bear to use her to harm others? Wang Gong," he endured and endured, finally unable to help but scold, "I have been with you for so many years. Yet I never saw clearly that my partner was such an evil woman."

  Wang Kun was stunned, and the evil woman was his final verdict on her. And the last bit of spirit in her eyes was also gone.

  He looked at her withered appearance and felt a little pitiful.

  That year, after Ruo Yi died in front of him, he told himself that from then on, he had to become stronger, so that he could protect the people he cared about.

  He really wanted to protect that child. For this, he could confront the mother, but... No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't prevent the child's mother from ending its life with a bowl of red flower soup. The infighting in the palace was not something glorious, and he didn't want to use this crime to punish Wang Lian. However, from now on, he also couldn't meet her without any awkwardness.

  He gazed up at the eaves of the palace, speaking warmly, "Childbirth is most injurious to the body. Since you are in confinement after giving birth, it's best for you to stay in this cool and refreshing palace to nourish your body. I won't disturb you. I'll take my leave first."

  Before long, it was June. The summer sun was scorching hot and the sun shone like fire on the land of Guanzhong. The fields outside Chang'an had already dried up.

  When Ding Xiang visited the Qingliang Temple, she heard Wang Xiang's loud shout. "People who come! In such a hot day, there is not even a person to fan, are you all dead?" She sighed and said, "Sister Wang has been well lately?"

  After the miscarriage, Liu Ying didn't say anything, but ordered Empress Zhang to demote Wang Zong's rank back to its original fifth grade. Outsiders who were unaware of the situation thought this was because Wang Zong had failed to protect the child. As a result, his previous promotion due to being an imperial descendant was no longer valid. Only some old people in the Weiyang Palace vaguely guessed some reasons from various signs on that day.

  When she saw Wang Qiong, she was startled.

  The once radiant and charming prince is nowhere to be seen, leaving behind only a woman who has withered away to the extreme. Due to her thoughts being stifled during her menstrual period, coupled with poor eating habits, her complexion was somewhat dull, which accentuated her large eyes, making her look rather unsightly.

  "It's still good that you're here." Wang Kong pulled her down to sit, sighing. "After all these years of friendship, I'm like this now, and you're still willing to come see me."

  Ding Xiang smiled slightly and handed over the basket in her hand, "I made a small dessert myself, I'll give it to my sister to try."

  Wang Kong sighed, lifted the lid of the basket and took a look, suddenly changed color, let out a sharp cry, and pushed the basket away fiercely.

  A small basket fell to the ground, and several pastries rolled out, which were surprisingly almond cakes.

  Apricot blossom pastry soft and crispy skin, looks fresh and delicious, but at this time Wang Gong looked like a flood monster.

  "'Ding Wu,'" she raised her head, and a fierce spark burst out of her calm eyes, sternly asking, "What do you mean by this?""

  "What a pity." Ding Xiang sighed, picked up a clean apricot flower pastry from the basket, took a small bite, and said, "Although it's not as good as the culinary skills of the Pepper House, it's still quite good."

  "Sister knows," she nodded towards the direction of the Pepper Chamber Hall, "why does Your Majesty treat Empress Zhang so generously?"

  "Who doesn't know this?" Wang Lian said with hatred, "Because she Zhang Mengying is the granddaughter of Empress Lü's sister, Your Majesty's own sister, and the daughter of Princess Ru Yuan. So even though the matter involved plotting against the imperial family, Your Majesty has never held her accountable for even half a sentence."

  "You're absolutely right." Ding Xiang nodded and said, "Because Empress Zhang is Your Majesty's niece who grew up under your care since childhood, so in this Weiyang Palace, no one can surpass her closeness to you. Have you ever thought that for an unrelated niece, Your Majesty would show such deep affection? Even if you had given birth to a daughter back then, as long as she was born, he would have loved his own daughter dearly. With the arrival of a princess, Your Majesty will forever remember the beauty in Qingliang Hall."

  "But you killed him with your own hands."

  "The Guanzhong region is experiencing a severe drought, and the Weiyang Palace has reduced its expenses and food intake to get by. The other palaces have also stopped using ice, but only the Qingliang Hall remains extravagant and wasteful. Your Majesty is busy with state affairs and can't even sleep soundly at night, yet you're doing this kind of thing at a time like this - it's truly heartbreaking for him."

  Ding Xiang let out a soft sigh, "Do you know how much I envy you? I also want to have an imperial child, but all these years it hasn't come true. Since you became pregnant, every time the Emperor stays in my palace at night, he's always called away by the palace maids of Qingliang Palace to see you. Do you think I'm really that easy-going and not angry? It's not so. But I've always thought, for the sake of the child in your belly, let me endure it a bit longer. In any case, with this child by your side, you have enough chips in Weiyang Palace."

  "But you personally destroyed this chip."

  Wang Cong listened with a dizzy and bewildered expression, filled with regret and hatred. Two lines of clear tears fell down her cheeks. She hugged her head and muttered, "Your Majesty, I already know I was wrong. Come take a look at me. Our child is gone, it's okay. We'll have another one. This time, I won't mind if it's a little prince or a little princess. I will be a good mother and give birth to him."

  "Give up on that idea," Ding Xiang said coldly. "Don't you understand, Wang Lian? This Qingliang Palace has become another Yongxiang. His Majesty values emotions and won't openly demote you, but he also won't forgive the person who killed his child with a bowl of red flower soup. He'll never set foot in this Qingliang Palace again."

  In an instant, Wang Kong's face completely lost all its color.

  "Madam." On the second day, when Huiyun was helping Ding Xiang with her hair and makeup, she asked puzzledly, "The Eighth Prince has already fallen so far, why do you need to add insult to injury?" "Because," Ding Xiang said with a hazy smile in front of the mirror. "His Majesty actually wanted another prince, but because of her foolishness, he was disappointed."

  Standing in her shoes, Wang Xiang lost favor and child. She should have been delighted to see it happen. However, for some reason, deep down she still had a little bit of expectation, hoping that the child could be born, take a look at his eyebrows and eyes, and see how much he resembled Your Majesty.

  "Hui Yun." Ding suddenly said, "Tomorrow, you follow me to Yong Xiang and take a walk."

  The sky in Guanzhong still hasn't dropped a single drop of rain.

  The young Emperor Hui had boundless ambition. The vast territory of the Han Dynasty unfolded before him like a blank canvas, and Liu Ying thought he could create a magnificent work of art. However, heaven did not favor him, even though he was said to be the son of heaven. In the fifth year of Emperor Hui's reign, a severe drought occurred in Guanzhong, which had not been seen for decades. The wheat in the fields turned yellow and withered, and from the emperor down to the officials, everyone was worried about it.

  Although the treasury was strained, Emperor Hui still issued an edict to exempt Guanzhong from paying taxes for two years. He also went to the ancestral temple to pray for rain, kneeling sincerely for two nights, a total of twenty hours, until Empress Lü could no longer bear it and ordered him to return. When Ah Yan helped him back to the pepper chamber, his lips were already white as snow, and his mind was slightly dazed. Hearing Ah Yan's sobbing, he murmured comfortingly, "Ah Yan, don't cry, I'm fine, aren't I?"

  The next day, the sky was still not raining, only the sun was a little smaller. Zhang Yan brought in a tray of food, on which there was a bowl of plain rice porridge, cooked to perfection, and still emitting a faint warmth.

  "This was cooked by Cen Niang, Uncle has been asleep all the time, it's been simmering for over a dozen hours, and it's almost melted. You just woke up." Zhang Yan said, putting the dish in front of him, with a hint of reproach between her eyebrows, "I know Uncle Qi Yu is worthy of respect, but why be so desperate?"

  Heaven's rain and a daughter's marriage are things that cannot be controlled by oneself.

  Zhang Yan blew a spoonful of porridge cool and placed it at his lips, he shook his hand, took it himself, drank the first mouthful still feeling weak, after several spoonfuls, felt warm and recovered.

  "If you don't even believe it yourself, then why bother putting on this rain prayer show?"

  Zhang Yan suddenly fell silent. In the past, when reading history, he only felt that this man was pitiful. He was born into the world, and it was difficult to become an emperor, but he couldn't stretch his ambitions, being confined to palace affairs, and ended up dying in vain, without even leaving behind a son or heir. Later, after meeting him, Zhang Yan thought this man was kind-hearted, with a good temperament, treating everyone with warmth, as long as they didn't force him, he would think of their well-being. Now, Zhang Yan felt that this man was worthy of respect. When he took over the throne from his father, he also took on a heavy burden. Under the shadow of his father's brilliant achievements in founding the country, no matter how well he did, he would always seem dull. But even so, he still held onto the idea that had been instilled in him since childhood, that as an emperor, he should bring happiness to all people. He used this principle to measure himself at every moment. You can say that this is foolish, but when a person has a strong conviction, it becomes a noble quality. And when he cannot attain this nobility, it becomes a burden.

  Don't you see that those Confucian disciples who devoted their whole lives to practicing benevolence and the Kingly Way, how many of them actually achieved this ideal utopia?

  She doesn't want her husband to be a saint, she just wants him to live a peaceful and happy life.

  Hm. Wang Kun took them away, and Ding Mo left me some. Just in case we need a female supporting character again in the future, we won't have to find another one. Everyone will be resentful again.

  Today is May 30th.

  Tomorrow at noon is the final deadline for this month's Pink Ticket.

  It's time for clearance sale then.

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  It feels like I just updated a chapter of "Wedding Dress" yesterday, but now it's time to update again. So I'll quietly dive in and rush to finish the update.