Reborn Bastard Supreme

Although the Murong clan of Nanzhao also valued the distinction between concubines and concubines, perhaps because they had never taken official careers, the treatment of concubines and concubines in the clan was not much different, and many members of the Murong clan of Nanzhao were honored by the Murong clan of Nanzhao. Under the influence of the patriarch, few concubines marry concubines and leave concubines. Therefore, Murong Yi is half curious and half disgusted by the incompatible situation in Mingdu, especially between concubines and concubines in big families. Murong Yi had a subtle look on that face that had passed without confusion, but was still handsome, and suddenly became suspicious and asked in a low voice.

"Could it be that the bride this time was also arranged by him alone?"

"Brother Murong thinks it is what it is." Gu Zhisu expected that he would guess, and did not refute anything when he heard the words, and said with a calm expression, "What's more, this time he married his, and I will be mine. Wouldn't it be nice to delay?"

Hearing his answer, Murong Yi knew that he was tantamount to acquiescing. The bride Shi Gu Wenmian found him, and couldn't help laughing for a while: "Now your father is really an old tree that cannot be stopped from blooming."

"Don't be joking."

Gu Zhisu didn't expect him to say this, although he said not to joke, the two finally looked at each other and smiled, obviously taking Gu Wenmian's actions as an innocuous joke.

After talking about the things in the Gu family, Murong realized that Gu Zhisu had been appointed an official, not only the Qionglin Banquet accompanied by the crown prince today, but also the Hanlin Academy where he must go tomorrow, so he opened his mouth to say something new. Question: "I heard that in two months, envoys from several countries will come to pay homage, even people from the Ye Kingdom will come."

"Yeguo?" It's not the first time Gu Zhisu has been in court, and he knows a little about the many countries on the border of Daqi because he was an emperor in his previous life, but now he just got into Tanhua, so he doesn't know anything The young man, hearing the words, showed surprise on his face, "That small country on the border of Daqi?"

"good."

Gu Zhisu looked at the wine glass in his hand, and unconsciously thought of the last time when those envoys came to Daqi, they were once used as sabers by the emperor, forcing Xin Yuanan to go and compete with those envoys, his eyes suddenly became dark , but the smile on the corners of his lips was still there: "I remember it was them last time. The arrogant ones wanted to compete in martial arts, and he was injured in the end."

Murong Yi knew what he was talking about, and looked at him with a subtle expression: "Thinking of him again?"

"I haven't seen you for a few months, so I miss you." Gu Zhisu saw that his expression was constricted, and he didn't deny it. Instead, he smiled and said, "Compared with me, you should miss me more."

"I'm not the same as you, but you have the same heart, even if you think about it, it's fair and aboveboard." Murong Yi suddenly heard him mention Xiao Ye, his expression darkened for a moment, and it took him a long time to recover, and he lowered his head and poured himself a drink. "And I—" Gu Zhisu saw that he looked ugly, and kept pouring wine for himself, sighed very lightly, suddenly raised his hand to take the wine pot away, and put it on the glass again: "I shouldn't When I mentioned it, I hope Brother Murong will forgive me."

"It's nothing, as long as you don't let others hear it, you can always say it in front of me - but now that the two are gone, it's useless anyway." Murong Yi waved his hand, seeing that he wouldn't let her drink, Instead of scrambling for the wine bottle, he picked some snacks from the table, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed, then lowered his voice and said, "During this period, that person's health has become worse and worse, and many people are just about to move. , the crown prince favors a concubine and puts the princess aside, no matter how much that one persuades, it is useless, and that one must be very anxious right now."

"That one is anxious because of this, but your highnesses are not in a hurry at all, and they still have to wait and see the excitement."

Gu Zhisu thought that for the sake of the prince, the emperor sent Xin Yuanan to the southern border, obviously thinking that except for Xin Yuanan, the other princes had no power to fight for the throne, but in a flash he remembered that he had been lurking in the dark, thinking silently The person who ascended the throne had a silent sarcasm on his lips. Seeing that Murong Yi had calmed down, he raised his hand and put down the jug again: "However, except for those highnesses who are not able to support the wall with mud, but think that they are not bad. , I wonder if you still remember Prince Baojun?"

"Why did you mention King Baojun all of a sudden?" Murong Yi heard him mention Xin Linhua, confusion flashed across his brows, and after he lowered his head and thought for a while, he suddenly said in a low voice, "I met him once before, and I felt that this person was deep in thought." , not a good friend." Gu Zhisu did not expect that he would judge Xin Linhua in this way, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "Brother Murong is sharp." "Why, you know?"

Gu Zhisu met his surprised gaze, but shook his head with a smile, and said slowly with a strange expression: "The king of Baojun, he will take revenge for his small belly and chicken intestines, and he has some personal grievances with me. Did brother Murong know about the matter of loyalty and righteousness back then? ?”

"You were the one who did the matter of loyalty and righteousness back then?" Murong Yi didn't know about it. Hearing what he said at this moment, he suddenly understood something. He had heard the name of Mr. Minghua before, but after being in the palace for a long time, He also vaguely knew some secrets that people outside the palace didn't know. He guessed that Xin Linhua was not as peaceful as the rumors, but he didn't expect that Gu Zhisu had a grudge with Xin Linhua, and he also made a big fuss at that time and was used by him. Mr. Zhongyi, who was the shield of Rong'an Theater, couldn't help but looked Gu Zhisu up and down for a while, before he said quietly, "I really lost my sight. I didn't expect that there was a big Buddha sitting in front of me all the time."

Hearing this, Gu Zhisu lowered his eyelids a little bit, and covered his gaze a little bit: "You can't take that seriously, Brother Murong."

"You dare to do it, why can't I say it?" When Murong Yi heard this, she was only surprised. After a while, her expression became serious, she looked directly at Gu Zhisu and said in a low voice, "But you suddenly mentioned this person... ..."

Gu Zhisu raised his eyes, and when he looked at him, he said word by word: "This person has been loyal and righteous, and he has been waiting for an opportunity."

Surprised, Murong Yi suddenly clenched the wine glass tightly, and his face darkened: "Usurp the throne?"

In the semi-darkness of the carriage, it suddenly became silent. The sound of the carriage's bones almost covered the interior of the carriage. After a long time, there was an affirmation.

"good."

This ordinary green tent car slowly walked down the path, crossed two bustling streets, and headed towards Gu's mansion. .

And when these two faces were smiling almost at the same time, Xin Linhua was a little restless in the county palace a few streets away from the carriage, walking up and down the corridor repeatedly, looking out while walking. , as if waiting for someone.

Until it was time for a cup of tea, he suddenly saw a corner of bright red clothes from the corner of his eye, raised his head in surprise, and quickly walked down the steps towards the person, before he even took a step As soon as he walked into the vertical flower gate, he grabbed his wrist, and his words were full of surprise and flattery.

"Mochou, you are finally here! I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Feng Mochou bent her thin red lips, her face was illuminated by the light of the sun, and she looked even more handsome and scorching. Xin Linhua looked at him fixedly, and it took a long time before she regained her composure. Seeing him holding a fan, she bowed and saluted: " Your Highness."

"Between you and me, why be so polite, sit down quickly."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Feng Mochou was supported by him, so he stood up, turned around with him and entered the room, and saw him close the door carefully. The white brocade, the lowered eyes flickering slightly, lowered the voice and asked tentatively, "...is this?"

"News from the East Palace."

Xin Linhua unfolded the brocade in his hand, and handed it to Feng Mochou who was beside him: "That idiot Xin Yuanping, who already has a princess concubine, actually dotes on only one concubine. Now the emperor is terminally ill, and it seems that he will die soon. There is no one, the mud cannot support the wall, and the only brother who is somewhat capable is far away from the frontier and cannot come back. If he dies suddenly, not only will he have no heir, but the government may be in chaos."

When Feng Mochou saw the writing on it, her gaze flickered slightly and she asked in a low voice, "Your Highness wants to kill the crown prince?"

Xin Linhua sneered and shook his head, obviously not very interested in the matter of killing the prince: "After killing the prince, there are other princes, not to mention my brother, isn't he still alive?"

Feng Mochou has been by his side for a while, and has never seen him make a move to the palace. Although no one doubts that he did so, if he wants to take the throne in the end, he will not be able to do so: "Then your highness is going to—" Xin Linhua saw that he had a suspicious look on his face, and a smile appeared on his lips. He suddenly raised his hand and patted it lightly. When the maids heard his clapping sound, they immediately followed him into the door and placed several plates of snacks in order. Red and green were placed all over the tables. Xin Linhua waited until they had all gone out before looking at Feng Mochou with a smile: "A few days ago, I hired a cook who is good at making dim sum. I like this cook's skills very much. , I want to dedicate this person to the royal dining room of the emperor, how about Mochou?"

"It's just snacks, of course."

Feng Mochou didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, so he suddenly offered a pastry chef to the emperor. Hearing this, he slowly stood up and walked to the table, raised his hand and randomly picked up a piece of milky white pastry. He lowered his head and took the first bite, and his face changed instantly.

The dim sum is really more delicious than the ones in the palace. It can be seen that this dim sum cook is not bad, but the dim sum has a strange smell, which is indeed not annoying, but if he remembers this taste correctly - "Poppy?"

When Xin Linhua heard his words, his eyes lit up suddenly, half curious and half puzzled: "Can Mo Chou taste it?"