The wind in May is soft and gentle, and the sun is a little bit hot. At this time, behind a century-old pine tree in Fuguo Duke's Mansion, a man and a woman are chatting happily.

"Did you see clearly that day, is Jiang Tianyuan really terminally ill and hopelessly ill?" The man looked around, making sure there was no one there, and began to ask.

The woman was silent for a while, raised her eyes, and sneered: "He's not sick, just pretend!"

"how come?"

"Did you forget? My brother is a master. I told him about the scene that day, but he shook his head and denied it, saying it was smoked hemp."

The woman's words are firm.

"Smudge? Speaking of smother, I remembered something."

"Oh?" The woman was surprised and waited for the next text.

"I inadvertently saw that girl Chun Nong has been asking the girl in the mansion for incense powder. I'm afraid he is suspicious."

The woman responded: "I didn't die twice, can you not doubt it? It's because Jiang Yushu has a lot of life and perseverance, or it's because Zhao Yifeng is really attracted to him."

"He is not dead, so it is easier said than done to kill him?"

"Are you stupid? He Jiang Yushu wants to use his father to lure the snake out of the cave. Why don't we follow the plan and give him a ride. Hehe~~~~~~" The woman was actually happy when she said that, with a shrill smile.

"Is this too dangerous? He's just waiting for us to do it."

"Then you have to know that once Jiang Tianyuan dies, only you and Jiang Bieyuan will be left in the senior line of the mansion. You are afraid that you won't get the title. Isn't Yu Song the heir apparent!" The woman turned white to the man. At a glance, he speaks clearly and logically.

The man said in a deep voice: "Then you underestimate Jiang Bieyuan too much. The elder sister of the third sibling is a beauty in the palace, doesn't it seem like we have nothing?"

The woman sneered and replied: "Hehe, master, you are a concubine, so do you want Yu Song to bear the reputation of a concubine's father all his life, how do you want him to gain a foothold in the aristocratic family, or do you want him to be a grandson for the rest of his life?" )”

"You're presumptuous, and you can talk about your status?" The man immediately turned black when he heard the woman say that he was a bastard.

The woman seemed impatient, thinking back to the past, "You don't even look at your own status, there is a difference between the concubine and the concubine, and in the future, as long as the family is separated, there will be a big difference. Didn't you see that the old lady treats the big house as a treasure, and then we will all drink Northwest Let the wind go. Jiang Qiu will only cry and cry, and will be better than us in the future. We have been safe and cautious for so many years, don't you feel tired?"

Jiang Diyuan recalled that the old matriarch pulled him back then. Although he didn't treat him harshly, it was because his aunt was doing a little fuss. After being sent away, the old matriarch felt relieved to do so.For so many years, no one asks, just relying on the monthly salary of the mansion to live, no important position, no family separation, poor myself can't even find fans, if Jiang Qu's family is a little richer, I'm afraid I will starve Die on the street, it's like a big house eating sweets and hot drinks.

The man sighed: "Tired. Why aren't you tired? After so many years, it's enough to be aggrieved."

The woman smiled slyly: "Hmph! You know you are aggrieved, then Jiang Tianyuan..."

The man was still worried: "Then don't you need to talk to that person?"

"Are you stupid? We have to deal with Jiang Tianyuan, and she has to deal with Jiang Yushu. The goal is different, what will she say?" The woman said sharply, sighed again, and touched her Danko.

"Hey, I thought I could get rid of him with Fenghe, but I didn't expect him to give me a chance. Hehe~~~~~"

A woman's shrill laughter echoed behind the pine tree.

Prince Zhao seldom entered the palace since he left the palace. This time, because of Jiang Yushu, he specially informed the queen in advance to say hello, but when he entered the queen's palace, he saw Mo Ling'er.

When Zhao Yifeng saw her, he remembered how she humiliated Jiang Yushu with the Yuan handkerchief, and he still remembered the hatred in his heart, so he immediately shot a chilling light, ruthless.I wish I could peel her alive.

Mo Ling'er has calmed down a lot since her grandfather Ding Guogong died of a stroke, knowing that the strength behind her is a bit weaker, and now her family background is almost the same as that of the queen, the only thing that is not as good is her temperament.Besides, the queen's position is very honorable, so it can't be compared.Talking to all the concubines is not as flamboyant as before.

The generation of ancestors passed away, Zhao Shengtian was proud of himself, and there were fewer people who frequently used the ancestors' regulations to disrupt the court.Zhao Shengtian is at ease.His ancestors built a stable country, but he has less worry and hard work. Being a good emperor, keeping his surroundings strictly guarded, and other countries have covenants and agreements, he is naturally happy.Nowadays, I am more and more obsessed with Taoism, and I rarely come to the harem, which is also the queen's world.

Empress Gu Yanmei had already restrained everyone and sat for a long time in order to establish rules and prestige.Seeing Zhao Yifeng come to pay his respects, he immediately ordered the people to disperse and sent all the concubines back.

After Zhao Yifeng saluted, Gu Yanmei knew that he had something to say, so she dismissed the palace staff and went inside to speak.

Zhao Yifeng spoke first: "My queen, what happened to Fenghe happened to Yushu. The son is a man, and it is inconvenient to come to the harem often, so I ask my mother to help me."

When Gu Yanmei heard Feng He's face trembled slightly, it was as if the events of the past had happened again.Ask anxiously: "Is Yushu okay?"

Zhao Yifeng nodded, but with a curious expression on his face: "Mother, what is that Fenghe? My son only knows that he will get angry when he is drunk, but he has never seen it before."

Gu Yanmei pondered for a while, then sighed leisurely.

"Ever since the incident with the concubine Lian, the empress mother has never seen Fenghe and such love potions, and the empress mother was worried that such incidents would happen again, so she asked the palace to prepare Zhiyun Dan, which has not happened for many years. I am afraid that the harem It’s going to be uneven again.”

Zhao Yifeng was puzzled: "Why did the queen mother say that?"

Gu Yanmei's face remained calm, she looked at the feathers in the vase, and gently fiddled with them with one hand, while slowly explaining: "Fenghe is not Tianqing's unique love potion, or Tianqing doesn't have this kind of medicine at all."

The man was puzzled: "Mother, the son doesn't understand?"

The woman blew the tiny dust on the feathers, and said leisurely: "Concubine Lian is a woman from Miaojiang, she understands fragrance, and also knows how to control unconsciousness. It's just that Concubine Lian has been dead for so long, and this method has long been lost. Who is it?"

Zhao Yifeng blurted out sharply: "Could it be Mo Ling'er?"

"It can't be her, no matter how much she doesn't like Bengong, she's just fighting with Bengong, she doesn't have the guts." The woman was sure.

In Zhao Yifeng's impression, Mo Ling'er had humiliated Jiang Yushu, so whenever bad things happened, he would think of Mo Ling'er.

Last time, he unknowingly killed Ding Guogong, and Mo Ling'er was again divided by the Queen's position. Now Mo Ling'er is unusually quiet.

Knowing this, Gu Yanmei was very confident. What reassured Queen Gu Yanmei was that Mo Ling'er's mother's clan was involved in the previous dynasty. Once the hands were found out, no one could have a good end.

Zhao Yifeng didn't understand the entanglement between the women for the emperor's favor, but quietly searched aside, whether it was related to the previous dynasty.

Gu Yanmei stared fixedly at the colorful feathers, searching for information about the people in the harem in her mind.

Two people, each thinking.

But suddenly, Chunmei came in, cautiously.

Gu Yanmei didn't move, "Tell me, what's wrong?"

Chunmei trembled: "Madam, Feng Meiren's illness is getting worse and worse. She hasn't recovered after nearly two months. She just vomited blood in the Pear Blossom Hall."

When Gu Yanmei heard this, the movements of her hands intensified violently, and the beautiful feathers were pinched and deformed, but there was no expression on her face, and her words were full of viciousness: "Do you take what I say as wind on your ears? Does this palace not exist? It seems that this palace is too kind."

Although Feng Mei's status is low, her beauty is still there, her temperament is gentle, and she knows how to take care of others.Zhao Shengtian really likes this kind of person who still has charm and is indifferent to the world.

Gu Yanmei was used to Zhao Shengtian's flirtatiousness, and the fact that her second son's death had no explanation, her sincerity has long since flowed with flow.Just caring about her natal family, and Zhao Yifeng, doing her duty as a queen.

But now that Meiren Feng is ill, Zhao Shengtian knows that the queen is not doing enough to take care of the harem, so he blames her, fearing that it will affect Zhao Yifeng in the future.

Knowing this, the queen was naturally angry.

It doesn't matter if it's anyone's idea, but it can't be Zhao Yifeng's. Gu Yanmei, who has lost a son, now thinks that her honor and safety are related to Zhao Yifeng's, so she has to clean up the harem.

Zhao Yifeng said what he needed to say about Fenghe, but there was no result for a while.Since the man dared to do it, he set up a plan.Immediately saluted, and returned to the Prince's Mansion with refreshments made by Gu Yanmei herself.

After Zhao Yifeng left, Gu Yanmei got into the sedan chair and headed towards the Ewha Hall.

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