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"Second master."

The two maidservants bowed and continued walking with the lanterns in hand.

The butler came towards him, bowed and said, "Second master, I'm bothering you late at night."

"What's the housekeeper's business?" asked the second master in the servant's mouth.

"The prince said to give half of the silk and satin given by His Majesty to the concubine." The butler seemed a little embarrassed, "but just now the servant reported, and the concubine returned all of it."

The second master stroked his round belly, lowered his eyes and said: "Tomorrow I will personally send it."

"Second Master..."

"You don't need to talk about the butler," the second master raised the corners of his lips slightly, "that's my own sister after all."

"Second master."

As soon as he entered the door, he was hugged by a tall figure from behind.

Mu Xifang sighed helplessly, "Do you even want to call me that?"

Si Yunxiu felt the heavy touch of the lower abdomen, with a smile on his face. The short three words of "Second Master" proved Mu Xifang's identity, and proved that they no longer need to hide and hide like rats in a hole.

It has been more than ten years since Fu Ziqin took the back seat, and the turmoil of pardoning Taoyuan has long since subsided.People in Taoyuan gradually integrated into the Si Dynasty, even if a man got married, it was no longer a new thing.

Si Yunxiu walked around in front of Mu Xifang and pulled him to sit down.

Mu Xifang looked at her clenched hand and sighed slightly.These two hands were supposed to hold a sword to kill the enemy, but now one has given up his military power, and the other has to be stopped by the maid hastily even touching something sharp.

However, for the sake of Si Yunxiu and the child in his womb, he has no regrets.

"The child seems to be growing up again." Si Yunxiu smiled lightly.

"How big is it? Didn't you just see it yesterday?" Mu Xifang sneered.

"The old man in the palace said that children are different every day." Si Yunxiu raised the corner of his mouth.

Mu Xifang could see some sadness in his eyes, "What's the matter? What did the emperor ask you to say today?"

"King Tuyuhun is here." Si Yunxiu said.

"Murong Zhen?" Mu Xifang asked, "He came in person?"

"Hmm." Si Yunxiu frowned slightly.

After Si Yunxiu handed over the military power, the emperor sent his cronies to guard the northern border.It's a pity that the confidant is still a little tender, and he only pays attention to Gaochang, but he doesn't realize that Tuyuhun is gathering forces secretly, gradually becoming the biggest threat to the north.The previous generation King Tuyuhun died of illness, and the prince Murong Zhen became more ambitious after succeeding to the throne, and soon invaded the border of the Si Dynasty.

"Are you here to surrender?" Mu Xifang asked seriously.

"I came to ask the princess to marry me." Si Yunxiu leaned on the table with one hand.

"Ask to marry the princess? Isn't that a marriage?" Mu Xifang was a little annoyed, "When Tuyuhun invaded, you asked to be in command. If the emperor is willing to let you go into battle, how can Tuyuhun be arrogant?"

Si Yunxiu smiled wryly, "The emperor finally took back the military power from me, how could it be so easy to return it? What's more, we had a good relationship with Tuyuhun back then, and the emperor was also worried that we would cooperate with Tuyuhun."

"The emperor is still so suspicious." Mu Xifang snorted.

Si Yunxiu said nothing about this.

"Murong Zhen came here to make a marriage, which family's daughter did he choose?" Mu Xifang asked, Princess Hua Ning was just newly married, and it is absolutely impossible for her to marry.Princess Zhiyi is still reluctant, but the emperor will never let his own daughter go to a place like Beijiang to suffer.In the emperor's generation, there was only one close relative, the King of Northern Xinjiang, so he could only choose a woman of the right age among the minister's daughters as a princess to marry to Tuyuhun.

"That's the problem," Si Yunxiu sighed, "Today the emperor made it clear that he seems to intend to let our children marry."

"Our child?" Mu Xifang was shocked. Her sister had never given birth, and his child had never been born, so there was only one child left in the mansion, Si Yishou.

"King Tuyuhun seems to have originally wanted the eldest prince." Si Yunxiu was referring to Si Yiheng.

"He's crazy?!" Mu Xifang was amazed. Although Si Yiheng is only the eldest prince now, his power is almost comparable to that of the prince. Even the emperor is considering making him the crown prince. How could he marry a foreigner?

"That's right. Later, for some reason, King Tuyuhun changed his words and said he wanted Yishou." Si Yunxiu was also a little confused.

Mu Xifang twitched the corner of his mouth, does Murong Zhen never forget their Northern Xinjiang Palace?

"The emperor called me into the palace this time to discuss this matter." Si Yunxiu looked serious.

"The emperor agreed?" Mu Xifang anxiously took a step closer to her husband.

"The emperor means that we should persuade Yishou." Si Yunxiu sighed again, "I came back and asked Yishou's wishes, but he said that he has been in love with King Tuyuhun for a long time and is willing to marry."

Mu Xifang couldn't stop talking, "Yi Shou? Like Murong Zhen? When did it happen?"

"How do I know?" Si Yunxiu didn't understand his son's thoughts.

The two were silent for a while, and then Mu Xifang said, "I'll go ask tomorrow."

"Success." Si Yunxiu replied, seeing that it was getting late, he supported Mu Xifang to rest.

Zhuxingyuan is the quietest place in the entire northern Xinjiang palace. The princess lives here all the year round, enshrining a god Buddha with blue face and fangs.

Mu Xifang hesitated for a moment before entering the door with his stomach supported.

It stands to reason that there is no first-come-first-served relationship, but Mu Xifang always feels that he owes this woman.Her devotion to Si Yunxiu was no less than that of Mu Xifang, but she couldn't win the word "love".

"Sister." Mu Xifang called out.

"Xifang is here, take a seat." Xin Xueyang had a feather-like smile on her face.

Mu Xifang sat down and said with a smile: "Sister, don't you like those brocades? Shall I ask my servants to bring some more?"

"No need, no need." Xin Xueyang waved his hand, "I have enough clothes."

"Why don't you need it?" To her sister, Mu Xifang's tone softened a lot, "It's almost summer, it's time to make some summer shirts."

"My summer shirt is also enough." Xin Xueyang glanced at his younger brother's swollen belly, "You are the one. You should ask the servants to cut some small clothes for the child."

Mu Xifang didn't dare to tell her that the clothes that the King of Beijiang asked the tailor to make were almost piled up into mountains.

"Speaking of which, you're going to give birth in about a month?" Xin Xueyang asked.

"Yes." Mu Xifang nodded.

"I don't know if Yishou can still see the birth of his siblings." Xin Xueyang sighed softly.

Mentioning this, Mu Xifang couldn't bear it any longer, and asked directly: "Sister knows that Yishou is going to marry?"

"He's going to get married," Xin Xueyang paused, "That's fine."

good what good?Mu Xifang was full of suspicion, Yishou and Murong Zhen were old friends at best, they didn't know how good they were in the past, why did they suddenly fall in love with each other?

"Yi Shou is from Taoyuan, and he is not afraid of having no heirs in the future." Xin Xueyang continued.

Isn't it true that every man in Taoyuan wants to get married, and if he has an extra utensil, he has to use it?

Not easy to refute to his elder sister Mu Xifang, so he could only ask politely: "Does Yi Shou really like Murong Zhen?"

"Probably, the older he is, the less I understand his thoughts." Xin Xueyang looked at his fingers, "But I know that he likes northern Xinjiang more than the imperial capital."

It seems that the past events can be finished in a few words, but the knot left in Si Yishou's heart may not be untied until death.The only time he felt happy was when he was in northern Xinjiang, and perhaps he would feel more at ease when he went there.

"I..." Mu Xifang squeezed his fist, then let it go again, "I see."

After going out the door, Mu Xifang walked back to the palace along the path, but saw a man bent over by the wall, not knowing what he was doing.

"Yi Shou?" Mu Xifang stepped forward.

Si Yishou seemed taken aback, his face turned pale.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" Mu Xifang walked up to the young man.

The child lost all his fat after he had a spat, and looked like a majestic and masculine man.

"No," Si Yishou showed his white teeth, "I saw a snake in the woods, so I came over to have a look."

Mu Xifang looked carefully, but there was no trace of the snake.

"People say that seeing a snake is a sign of having a son," Si Yishou looked at Mu Xifang's slightly fat face, "Uncle is probably going to give me a younger brother."

Mu Xifang also laughed, "The children are all well."

"It's better to have a younger brother first," Si Yishou smiled warmly, "Your younger brother can inherit the position of the eldest son."

This position that does not belong to him should be inherited by the real children of the King of Northern Xinjiang.

"You..." Mu Xifang looked at him seriously, "Do you really want to marry to Northern Xinjiang?"

Si Yishou nodded solemnly, "I don't want to embarrass my brother."

Yiheng?

"You think too much, the emperor will never let the eldest prince get married." Mu Xifang was still very confident about Si Lixiao's methods.

Si Yishou snorted and laughed, "The emperor is powerful, but Murong Zhen is not a small character. I know him well, and I will never give up until I achieve my goal. If I don't get what I want, I'm afraid it will come back again."

Like you?

Mu Xifang frowned, "If what Murong Zhen wants is the eldest prince, Yishou, you won't be happy if you marry him."

"Happiness?" Si Yishou's face gradually faded. How could such a thing fall on him, the son of a traitor to the king, a coward?

"Uncle," Si Yishou looked at Mu Xifang's worried face and said, "You don't have to worry, I naturally agreed to the marriage because I was absolutely sure."

Mu Xifang grabbed Si Yishou and wanted to persuade him, but was blocked back, "Compared to this, did my father and uncle give my younger brother a good name?"

"This, I haven't gotten up yet." Mu Xifang scratched his face.

"A few days ago, I heard that my mother gave it a name, but I didn't have the nerve to tell my father and uncle." Si Yishou said.

"What?" Mu Xifang immediately became interested.

Si Yishou broke off a branch and wrote two words on the ground.

"Allow...excuse me?" Mu Xifang read out slowly.

"Mother said it's not good to repeat the word with father." Si Yishou also looked at the name chosen for the unborn child, "But I think it's very good."

Allow forgiveness, forgive the scattered feelings, forgive the blood that cannot escape.Forgive all God's will, never mind again.

"I think so too." Mu Xifang's eye circles were a little red, "This child, let's call him Yunshu."

Si Yishou frowned as he looked at the belly that bore the future of the Northern Xinjiang Palace.

On the day of Lixia, King Tuyuhun set off.On another ten days, Mu Xifang gave birth to the son of the Northern Xinjiang Prince, Si Yunshu.

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The first episode is "Modern Theater", and thank you for your collection O(∩_∩)O~