Chapter 717: action

Together with the Queen's thoughts, it was like a tide rising up and it couldn't be stopped.
Having a son will save you from worries.
At this moment, she couldn't help but think of giving off her son, and then she was amused at her absurd idea.
No matter how effective the delivery of her son is, she is at this age, how could she be pregnant.
After she gave birth to Fuqing, she didn't move anymore. It was purely a matter of her own body. You must know that the emperor is a ruler. For many years, no matter how many young and beautiful little fairies in the harem, at least the first and the fifteenth day of the middle school were resting in her bedroom.
In the past few years, there was still a matter of husband and wife, that is, it was pure sleep recently.
The queen thinks about being with Emperor Jingming these years, it is not regrettable.
The emperor had a lot of favors, but she only gave birth to Fuqing—perhaps, this was fate.
The queen's heart gradually cooled.
If you can't give birth to a son, where can you not worship the Bodhisattva and just one will fall from the sky?
The sky fell--the queen was taken aback for a moment, as if thinking of something, a heart beat wildly.
It might not fall from the sky!
She has no children, so why can't she pick a prince to keep under her name?
That's right, even if the Queen Mother knew about this idea, she couldn't oppose it. You must know that the Queen Mother did the same.
The emperor was adopted as the adopted son by the queen mother, and an ordinary prince came to the fore and took that position.
With this thought, the queen couldn't hold back anymore. It can be said that the conversation between the two palace servants who accidentally heard today pierced the layer of window paper, making her thoughts completely clear.
The queen usually seems to be incompetent with the world and is a good tempered person, but in fact it is just because there is nothing to argue about. When she has a decision, it is different.
Before the second day, the small Buddhist hall of Kunning Palace was set up, and the house was dedicated to the Empress.
Emperor Jingming felt a little guilty in the past two days, and he ran a little more frequently to Kunning Palace.
"Where is the queen?" After dealing with the backlog of political affairs during the Chinese New Year, Emperor Jingming came to Kunning Palace. He couldn't see the queen and asked about the people who served the queen.
The maidservant said hurriedly: "Return to the emperor, the empress is worshiping Buddha."
"Worship Buddha?" Emperor Jingming was stunned. "Where does the queen worship Buddha? What Buddha did he worship?"
The maidservant replied: "The empress ordered someone to clean up a small Buddhist hall, and the worshiper seemed to be...send the son empress..."
Thinking that he had heard it wrong, Emperor Jingming said to the maidservant: "Take me to the queen."
The maidservant respectfully led the way and took Emperor Jingming to the outside of the small Buddha hall.
The small Buddha hall is located in the side hall, which is a quiet place.
Emperor Jingming stood outside, vaguely smelling a touch of sandalwood.
He did not go in, but waited outside.
About a quarter of an hour later, the queen walked out and was taken aback when seeing Emperor Jingming, and was busy saluting.
Emperor Jingming stretched out his hand to support the queen, and said curiously: "Listen to the maidservant saying that you are worshiping Buddha?"
"Ok."
"Which Bodhisattva is worshipping?" Even though he already knew the answer from the maidservant, Emperor Jingming still couldn't believe it.
The queen said frankly: "Send the son and empress."
"Cough cough--" The cough sounded, and Emperor Jingming's eyes were full of tears. It took him a long time to calm down, "I didn't want to worship before, why did I change my mind?"
The queen lowered her eyes and her face was reddish: "I think about it and think that the emperor's words make sense. I often worship the Bodhisattva. Even if I can't ask for anything else, isn't it possible to ask for a child"
"Cough cough cough!" Emperor Jing Ming coughed more urgently, almost choking.
He really didn't mean to ask the queen to ask for a child, the old husband and wife, even if the queen is willing, he is powerless—
No, still can't let the queen daydream.
"Queen, I think it's all about begging for something else, isn't it a bit embarrassing to ask for a child?"
The queen's face sank: "The emperor said I can't give birth?"
Speaking of this, the queen's eyelashes trembled and a line of tears fell.
Emperor Jingming was immediately silly.
One cry, two troubles and three hangs, this is not like a queen's style.
But thinking about what happened to Princess Fuqing, Emperor Jingming's guilt rose: It seems that the queen was hurt by Fuqing's affairs, or it is better not to stimulate the queen.
As the emperor, he didn't have much experience in coaxing women. Emperor Jingming had no choice but to say dryly: "I don't mean it. If the queen likes to give her sons away, she will worship her. You can't be sincere."
The queen received her tears, wiped the corners of her eyes with her veil, and smiled, "I think so too."
Kunning Palace couldn't stay, so Emperor Jingming found an excuse and ran away.
After that, he didn't dare to run to Kunning Palace for several days until the queen sent someone to invite him.
Of course, Emperor Jingming would not refuse the queen's invitation. He thought that the queen's mood, who had always been steady and dignified after these few days, should adjust, and Shi Shiran came to Kunning Palace.
The queen is still in the small Buddha hall.
Emperor Jingming was so tempered that he waited before the queen came out.
The two emperors and queens took their seats, holding hot tea and chatting.
"The emperor, has the person behind the scenes who harmed Fuqing been found?"
Emperor Jing Ming was stagnant, raised his hand and touched his nose.
Will the queen chat anymore, if there is progress, he will say it soon, as for seeing the queen's tears for several days.
To put it bluntly, I am still ashamed.
For a moment in the cold, Emperor Jingming sneered and said: "It's still being investigated, the queen should not be impatient."
The queen sighed softly: "If I was in danger, it would be fine. There is no reason to urge the emperor. But it is Fuqing who is in danger. In the past few days, as long as I close my eyes, it will be the night of the last festival. I can't sleep at all. ..."
The tip of his nose was lingering around the faint sandalwood from the queen, as if he was in a Buddhist hall. Emperor Jing Ming said with relief without much thought: "If you feel uneasy, you should worship the Bodhisattva as much as the seventh wife."
Worshiping a Bodhisattva for peace of mind will stop thinking about it. Most women do.
When Emperor Jingming was thinking, he saw the queen hesitate.
"what happened?"
The queen stared down at the trimmed nails, and whispered softly: "Don't hide from the emperor, I had a dream last night—"
Emperor Jingming's eyelids jumped suddenly, and he had the urge to walk away.
Before seeing Emperor Jingming answer, the queen glanced at him.
Emperor Jingming had to ask: "What dream did the queen have?"
The queen gave a small smile: "It's strange to say that she gave me a reminder when she sent her daughter to a dream last night."
"remind?"
"Yes, maybe it's the misery of a poor concubine who has been childless for so many years. Sending a child away says that the graciousness is not worse than the graciousness, and the same is true for adopting a son."
Emperor Jingming was stunned, and it took a while to find his own voice: "Queen, what do you mean--"
The queen curled her lips and smiled: "Send the son and the empress to show my spirit, and give me directions. Majesty, I want to put a prince under his name, what do you think?"
Emperor Jing Ming: "..."
A few days ago, he must have been a ghost who was so obsessed with his heart that he urged the queen to worship the Bodhisattva. I wonder if it is too late to demolish the small Buddhist hall?