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Late spring is approaching, and the night breeze is slightly cool, but the young man in the atrium of Yuan Mansion is sweating on his forehead, his thin lips are pursed tightly, and his usually elegant skin is torn, and he looks very angry.

"Extremely stupid, why are you getting involved with the Cui family?" Yuan Qi had a splitting headache and looked at his father, "There is no young person in their clan who can take on the important task, so they are anxious to let His Majesty take a concubine. I have been ranked as the ninth minister. Why should the Yuan family go into troubled waters?"

Yuan's father wanted to scold his eldest son for being unfilial, but he remembered that he had already served the dragon and his status in the court had long surpassed his own, so he suppressed his temper and said: "Your Majesty does not allow anyone to have a concubine. Who dares to express this matter? We are just mentioning it." And without the prince, the country will not be established, which is just worrying."

"Is there any difference between this and the clear statement?" Yuan Qi pinched his brows, "I will prepare a confession tonight and submit it to Xuanshi Hall tomorrow. I hope your majesty will remember that I have no merit but hard work on the battlefield, and I will be graceful."

"Excuse me?" Father Yuan frowned, "Is it that serious?"

Yuan Qi's eyes were sharp, "The problem is not just that my father persuaded me to accept the concubine, but that as soon as this envelope was published, His Majesty felt that you were entangled with the Cui Lu family."

The young man sneered: "As for the specific hook, Your Majesty doesn't care."

"This... we are related to the Gao family by marriage after all." Father Yuan said hesitantly.

"Who among the noble families does not have in-laws? There are also the Chen family and the Lu family. Chen Xi is a mute, and Chen Du was the first to file a petition to pursue the title of queen. Her father is Sikong. The Zheng family is also a century-old noble family. Zheng Dan married his daughter to Zhang Ji. Zhang Ji is still the sworn brother of the queen. Wang Xie Huanxiao and the five noble families who are jumping up and down to persuade the concubine are also related by marriage. Have they said a word? "

After Yuan Qi finished speaking, he felt his mouth was dry and the more he spoke, the more annoyed he became. He said angrily: "Father, if any of your children gain face in the court, who will offend Your Majesty?"

"Master Cui and Master Gao said that they were just persuading the concubine to accept the concubine, and there was nothing -"

"Are you really just trying to encourage selection? I'm afraid His Majesty's continued promotion of the Queen's family background has already made them unhappy. After the Spring Imperial Examination, more children from poor families entered the court as officials, which made them desperate to do anything and even planned to impeach the Marquis of Pingyang."

When the emperor divided the clans and appointed officials to the ranks of meritorious officials, he did not forget to name the queen's father Cheng'enhou and Sikong, and her grandfather as Situ. If Yu Tingwan's great-grandfather had not been the Taifu, he would have continued to pursue the title. seal up.

"Impeach the Marquis of Pingyang?" Father Yuan's eyes widened and his face turned purple. "They didn't mention it. They only said that your little sister is getting married and it is a good thing to enter the palace."

Yuan Qi suddenly realized how his father could suddenly become confused. It turned out that the crux was here.

His stepmother had several children, the only one who became successful was Tzuyu, but she got into something like that. After that, she spent all her time looking after her husband for her daughter.

"Is that person the one who blew the pillow wind?" Yuan Qi couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth, "If nothing else, although the little girl has outstanding appearance, she is carved in the same mold as Tzuyu. His Majesty will probably be heartbroken when he sees her. .”

Father Yuan's expression also changed a few times, and he said with a hint of anger: "What's that person? That's your mother."

"I only have one mother, and she is already dead." Yuan Qi lowered his eyes and said in a cold tone: "I want to go back and write an apology form, so take the first step."

*

In the Xuanshi Hall, Yu Tingwan was sitting next to Pei Zhi. He was drowsy due to the warmth of spring. His head leaned on his shoulder little by little. He smelled the refreshing fragrance of bamboo and suddenly woke up.

She opened her eyes and saw Pei Zhi folding the memorial in his hand. In a daze, she could only catch a glimpse of the last sentence, "I pray with sincerity and fear. It is a capital crime, so I bow my head."

"Why did Yuan Qi give you a confession?" Yu Tingwan was a little surprised.

"There was something wrong with his father." Pei Zhi put the memorial aside and couldn't help but laugh: "So sleepy? Zhang Ji and his wife will come here later. You have to pay attention to your appearance."

When Yu Tingwan heard this, he looked around and found that there was no bronze mirror, so he leaned closer, lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "Is my bun messed up?"

He stretched out his hand to straighten the jade hairpin that almost slipped in front of him, held her in his arms, gently pressed her lips with his fingertips, and watched as the fingertips were stained with a hint of crimson, and said softly: "Why do you need to use makeup."

Yu Tingwan rarely put on makeup or powder on weekdays, but only wore full makeup when meeting foreign ministers. Now he was wearing a heavy bun, and said in a slightly annoyed tone, "You wiped off all the lipstick on my lips."

"What's the difference?" Pei Zhi lowered his head and looked at her lips. They were full and beautiful, and he felt that applying lipstick was superfluous.

"Zheng Sui can definitely tell." Yu Tingwan choked.

"It's my fault. I'll make it up for you later." He laughed and ordered the chamberlain beside him to get the queen's lip balm.

Yu Tingwan lowered her eyelashes and watched the man smearing her lips, leaning against his arms without moving.

He stared at the slightly raised face of the person in his arms, and reluctant to let go for a long time, his palm slowly moved up from the side of her neck.

This movement was noticed immediately. Almost instantly, Yu Tingwan knew his intention. She moved up his wrist and held the thumb that was rubbing her chin in the palm of her hand.

Seeing that she was holding his fingers nervously, Pei Zhi bent his head and came closer to her. He saw two blushes appearing, which even the hosta powder could not hide. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Wanwan is so afraid of the historian?"

Yu Tingwan was close to him every night, and she didn't blush so easily on weekdays. Even in Xuanshi Hall, she was always afraid that the historian would see him, so she was half embarrassed and half worried.

"Not afraid." She moved back, further away from the man beside her.

Last time she acquiesced, and Pei Zhi asked the left and right historians for a daily review. The two historians were so frightened that their voices trembled, but they still chose to refuse, looking like they would be beheaded if the worst happened.

"As long as they don't make nonsense and write straightly, I don't care what the historian writes." She pursed her lips and her throat tightened, "Don't always think about changing the daily notes for me, or you will offend the literati and call you a fool in the future."

Yu Tingwan's eyelashes trembled slightly. If the history books were changed for her, the daily records of the previous dynasty would probably be destroyed.

Pei Zhi moved his lips and sighed softly, "Wanwan, I-"

Quan'an's voice came from outside, interrupting his words.

Zhang Ji and Zheng Sui asked for a meeting outside. Yu Tingwan breathed a sigh of relief and was a little confused when he saw Zheng Sui holding a baby in his arms when he came in.

"Changyun doesn't need to give a big ceremony." Pei Zhi gave the two people seats and asked, "Did the journey to Beijing go smoothly this time?"

Zhang Ji still bowed politely, and then answered seriously, giving a detailed report of the officials he met along the way and the content of the conversation.

"Changyun, I'm just chatting with you, why should I be so serious?" After listening for half a quarter of an hour, Pei Zhi finally interrupted.

Zhang Ji was silent and turned into a dull gourd again, but Yu Tingwan and Zheng Sui were chatting happily.

When the Wei Dynasty first came into being, Zhang Ji was granted the title of Marquis of Huaiyang. Due to his outstanding military exploits, his wife and children were also rewarded. Today, he entered the palace not only to express his gratitude, but also to ask for an order to make his eldest son the heir apparent.

Yu Tingwan stood up and walked to Zheng Sui. Looking at the baby in her arms, she looked like a young general with deep eyebrows.

A little hand broke free from the swaddling clothes, raised it as if to hold something, and made a babbling sound from its mouth.

Although Yu Tingwan was wearing makeup today, she deliberately did not smoke any incense. There was nothing else on her wrist except a string of southern red Buddhist beads.

She stretched out her hand, and the baby immediately grasped a finger in front of her, spit out a saliva bubble and kept smiling at her.

"Your Majesty, he smiled at me." Yu Tingwan was a little surprised and turned to look at the man behind her.

Pei Zhi lowered his head slightly, looked at the smile on her face, couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, and said to Zhang Ji beside him: "Changyun, this child seems to be more lively than you."

Zhang Ji was stunned for a moment. Pei Zhi was gentle to his confidant, but rarely joked.

"Your Majesty, I am too bored." He seemed a little nervous, "Fortunately, Ayan is not like me."

Seeing Zhang Ji being so serious and introverted despite Zhang Ji's murderous face, Yu Tingwan couldn't help but laugh. Thinking of Pei Zhi's inexplicable jealousy a few days ago, she tried her best to restrain herself.

Later, Pei Zhi and Zhang Ji discussed the situation in Beihu in detail, but Zheng Sui couldn't listen, so Yu Tingwan took her to the Taiye Pond to enjoy the spring scenery.

As dusk approached, the palace servants around him said that His Majesty was here. Yu Tingwan raised his eyes and saw a familiar figure.

Zhang Ji is a foreign minister and it is inconvenient to come here, so he is waiting for his wife outside the Xuanshi Hall.

After Zheng Sui left, Pei Zhi told the palace people not to follow him. He held Yu Tingwan's hand and walked casually. He seemed to ask casually: "What do you think of General Zhang's son?"