The Rebirth of the Concubine

"Yuanyue? Wei Muyuanyue? This is not proper etiquette" Wei Mushan felt a little uncomfortable when he heard that this name was put on the family's surname.

"Then according to what the Taoist priest said, from now on, Princess Duanyi's boudoir name should be hidden, and Mrs. Wei Mu's son will suffer some grievances, and he will have a girl's name." Prince Deming did not wait for Wei Mushan to be happy. After answering, he made a decision on the matter.

Sadao Chang drank a few glasses of wine in silence, then let out a long sigh, knowing that the two daughters of the Weimu Mansion and the Wang Mansion would be entangled for the rest of their lives, and he could only prevent temporary troubles by saying so.

"What else does the Taoist priest have to explain?" Prince Deming sat in the middle of the hearing, always paying attention to all the actions and expressions of the Taoist priest.

"Sigh, it's really hard for a poor Taoist to predict future misfortunes and blessings. If something really happens in the future, let them come to find me at the South Gate of Zhurong Peak in Hengshan." Sadao said leisurely.

Prince Deming was also worried just now, no one can say for sure what will happen in the future, what should happen if the princess and Young Master Wei Mu meet by chance, now that he heard these words, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The two children who were born at the same time of the same year, the same month, and the same day have exchanged their boudoir names since then.

After Yuan Yue heard the news, she was happy for many days. She was silently clinging to her name in her heart. She felt desperate for the previous year, thinking that she would bear the name Wei Muyin for the rest of her life. .

Ever since Madam told Wei Mu Shanxi about Yuan Yue's ability to speak, Yuan Yue seldom chatted with Madam in the past year, but Yuan Yue has somewhat developed feelings for the mother who gave birth to her and raised her in this life.

Sometimes she would lie alone on the small bed, looking at her tender hands, feeling very sad in her heart. In less than 20 years, this great mother would be exiled to the frontier fortress by the emperor's brother, and never stand up again.

In her mind, Wei Muyin's appearance before death became more and more clear, so hideous and terrifying, so heartbroken.

13 years later.

"Cousin Yue." A crisp voice interrupted Yuan Yue's thoughts. She was watching the Art of War, fascinated by it, stretching out her hand for a few moments, and writing and drawing on the rice paper for a while.

"Cousin, you're reading again." The voice was already close to her ears, but Yuan Yue didn't want to raise her head to talk to her at all.

The talking girl, Wei Mushanxi, is the niece of the second aunt Ye Lishi who was married ten years ago. This girl is one year younger than herself. As familiar as his own backyard, Yuan Yue has nothing to do, so he can only be called according to his second aunt Ye Li's family.

"Cousin Shuang'er, why are you here again?" Yuan Yue said in a bad tone, full of impatience.

Ye Lishuang snorted, pouting and moved a chair to sit beside Yuan Yue, without answering, she just looked at Yuan Yue quietly, at the moment she was wearing a blue uniform, her black and thick hair covered by The silver crown was tied high, and the face was like a sculpture, with distinct features, but it was not as brutal and rough as ordinary men, and the fair-skinned man was a little better than himself.

Ye Lishuang was fascinated by watching, and couldn't help thinking about it in his heart. If such a talented person was in love with him, it would be the most wonderful thing in the world.

"Look at me, don't you really know how to write the word shame?" Yuan Yue turned her head and met Ueno Toshishuang's fiery eyes. Her mind is no different from that of an adult, so she naturally knows that there is admiration hidden in Ueno Toshuang's eyes friendship.

"I just don't want to know, and I don't like reading and writing." Ye Lishuang didn't mind at all when Yuan Yue said this, but she seemed proud of it.

Yuan Yue shook her head helplessly, stopped looking at her, and concentrated on studying the art of war, as if Ye Lishuang didn't exist.

"Cousin, you read military books every day, or wield knives and swords, do you want to be a general?" Ye Lishuang asked with big eyes flashing.

Yuan Yue put down the book, took Ye Lishuang's shoulder, looked at her seriously, and then took a deep breath.

"Don't worry about it." Yuan Yue yelled, wrinkled her nose vigorously, and continued to read in a huff.

Ye Lishuang didn't know where he had offended Yuan Yue, and he felt very unhappy when she yelled at her like this, but Yuan Yue's angry eyebrows and star eyes seemed particularly interesting.

"Cousin, do you know? The Song Dynasty painter who painted the prince's portrait will live in Weimu Mansion in a few days." Ye Lishuang said, calming down the anger just now.

"Oh? Yang Bingyi, Master Yang?" Yuan Yue immediately became interested when she heard about this. She just heard that the Song Dynasty emperor was going to send envoys to make a portrait of Prince Deming a few days ago. She didn't expect to come so soon. He still lives in Weimu Mansion.

"You only read the books of sages and sages, and you don't hear what's going on outside the window." Ye Lishuang deliberately showed off her literary talents, and said mischievously.

"Where is the other person?" Yuan Yue asked without thinking.

"He didn't enter Weimu's mansion today, he rushed to the palace to paint as soon as he came to the city." Ye Lishuang replied.

Yuan Yue was a little excited. In her previous life, she remembered that this person did come to the palace, and he even painted for her. His painting skills were first-class, and he was still a young and promising young man. people.

It is said that Yang Bingyi traveled all the way to Xixia City, only to realize that this frontier capital is also a prosperous scene. Along the way, he saw all kinds of merchants, as if there were more merchants than Bianliang City in Song Dynasty. Xixia is good at trading with various countries, and its reputation is really well-deserved.

Yang Bingyi's trip to Xixia this time was ordered by Emperor Jingde, and it was also an act of kindness towards Xixia by the Song Dynasty. the palace.

Compared with the prosperity of the Xingqing Mansion, the Wang Mansion is shabby and pitiful, and the Prince Deming of Xixia is not as domineering as the dignitaries of the Central Plains, and he is very respectful to him.

After exchanging pleasantries, Yang Bingyi ordered Shutong to spread out his paintbrush and prepare to paint for the prince. Prince Deming couldn't help laughing when he saw Yang Bingyi's anxiety.

"Lord Yang, don't be in a hurry. This king will clean up the dust for Lord Yang first, and let's put the painting aside for now." Prince Deming waved his hand, signaling Yang Bingyi to drink some tea and take a good rest.

Yang Bingyi smiled awkwardly, then coughed a few times, took a sip from his teacup, raised his eyes and looked at Prince Deming carefully, trying to see his facial features clearly, so that he could capture the prince's demeanor when painting.

"Father." At this moment, Wei Muyin leaned over and walked in from the main hall door, and softly called Prince Deming.

The voice was like an oriole, clear and moving, which made Yang Bingyi's heart flutter when he was drinking tea. When he raised his eyes, he saw a handsome woman leaning against the door, hesitating whether to enter the main hall.

This woman looks like a fairy descended from the sky, from the green hair on the top to the brocade shoes on the feet, everything is glamorous, her eyes are like autumn water, clear and bright, clear to the bottom, her brows and eyes are shy and shy , the skin is as fine and smooth as warm jade, delicate and soft, the small cherry mouth is not spotty and red, delicate and charming, two blushes have been raised on the side of the cheeks, and a rose-colored tight gauze floral dress, which sets off the graceful figure.

Wei Muyin's charming and shy appearance at this moment hit the softest part of Yang Bingyi's heart. As if struck by lightning, he was so dumb that he couldn't move, and sat on the chair with a teacup in his hand.

"Ahem." Prince Deming coughed a few times when he saw Yang Bingyi lose his composure when he saw Wei Muyin.

"Is there something wrong with Yin'er?" The prince then asked kindly, not blaming Wei Muyin for barging in at will.