Favorite Concubine [Rebirth in Yuanchun]

In the study room, Yuan Chun slowly entered with a cup of Biluochun green tea.

The emperor's grandson didn't turn around, but brushed the hairs in his hands, lifted them to hang on the pen holder, and said lightly: "Your footsteps are light today."

Yuan Chun walked up to him, looked at him crookedly, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid you're in a bad mood."

The emperor's grandson looked at her with a smile, "You know again?" He reached out to take the teacup, walked to the window, sighed slightly, looked back and saw Yuan Chun was still standing in front of the desk looking at him, and stretched out his hand to signal she comes over.

The two were leaning against the window, the half-length shadow fell outside the window, lingering in the moonlight.

"Are you still bothered by that Taoist's nonsense?"

"That Taoist Zhang is just a small character. Without him, there would be Taoist Wang and Taoist Li."

"That……"

"The master of the Taoist priest is the powerful character. Think about it, such a sentence has wrapped Gu and Seventh Uncle into it. Now it's better to be quiet than to move, and Huang Mafa can see it."

"Since it's not good for you and the Seventh Prince, then the emperor should know that there is someone else behind the scenes."

"It's not guaranteed that Huang Mafa will think otherwise."

"...You mean, that person knows that the emperor is old and thoughtful, so he wants to make him suspect that you or the Seventh Prince deliberately risked himself to frame others?"

"Yeah, that's the genius of the man behind him. Now Gu can't know whether it was Uncle Qi who made this scene himself to make Gu and Uncle estranged, or whether Uncle Arranged this scene to make Gu Be wary of Uncle Qi...you can't make a clear decision if you're alone in it, let alone Huang Mafa?"

"This person is too familiar with people's hearts." Yuan Chun thought silently, and smiled, "Especially those of you nobles who stand at the pinnacle of power, always have too many suspicions."

The grandson of the emperor also smiled along with her, "Talk to you well, and you will always make fun of me in the end."

Yuan Chun stood two steps away, with his hands behind his back, raised his face and smiled at him, "How dare the concubine make fun of His Highness?"

The emperor's grandson held the teacup, looked down at her with a smile, and didn't make a sound, just followed her two steps forward, as if to hold her hand.

Yuan Chun avoided it with a smile, fled to the window, stood up straight, looked at the emperor grandson and said with a smile: "I have a big gift for you, do you want it?"

Behind Yuanchun, a huge and crystal-clear moon hangs obliquely at the corner of Xitian. Looking from the branches and leaves of the pomegranate tree outside the window, it looks like a bright shofar lantern.Her young and fresh face was covered with a layer of gentle luster by the moonlight, which added a hint of bewilderment to that mischievous smile.

The emperor's grandson stared at her, and the tips of his ears slowly turned red.

His eyes seemed to be filled with water, shining brightly.

"Oh? What kind of gift?" The emperor's grandson asked in a low voice, but his gaze was uncontrollably fixed on Yuan Chun's bright red lips.

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The girl's soft and shiny black hair, like the finest satin, feels cool in her hands.

Yuan Chun lay on the emperor's grandson, the blush on her cheeks hadn't completely faded, she whispered sadly: "I really have a big gift to give..."

The emperor's grandson coughed and laughed, his voice was full of laziness, "I still want to give it away?"

Yuan Chun became ashamed and stretched out his hand to twist Taisun's strong arm.

The grandson of the emperor didn't take it seriously, touched her cool hair, and said softly: "Okay, okay, I know—you said..."

Yuan Chun tilted his head and put his ear on his chest, listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat; watching the moonlight flowing down like a trickle, flowing through her open palm, lingering on the fingertips of light.

"Today, my natal sister-in-law came. I asked her to help me find someone..."

The emperor's grandson squinted his eyes and listened with a smile.

"...is a maid in Prince Jing's mansion, her name is Qionghua."

Taisun's smile subsided, and he still listened silently, stroking the top of Yuan Chun's hair with his generous palms.

"She... is the biological mother of Prince Jing's son."

The hand stroking the top of her hair hovered in mid-air.

Yuan Chun closed his eyes.Maybe that's where it all ends, she thought; he'll have to ask me how I know such a secret thing, and I'll tell him all about it... and then, it'll all be over.But deep in her heart, there was a kind of confidence that she didn't understand. Reason told her that everything would be over if she said it. Emotionally, she blindly believed that her grandson would accept it all.

Only a few moments passed, but for Yuan Chun, it was like going through the cycle of reincarnation between life and death.

The hand fell down gently, gently stroking the top of her hair.

"Gu knows." The emperor grandson said with a steady voice, "Gu will take over the rest of the matter."

Tears flowed from under Yuan Chun's closed eyelids.

The grandson sat up holding Yuan Chun in his arms, wrapped her in a quilt into a rice dumpling, brought her close to her nose, and said with a smile, "Why are you crying? Yeah, stop crying..."

Yuan Chun couldn't stop crying more and more.

The emperor's grandson simply held her in his arms, swayed her gently on his lap, and coaxed her nicely.His voice was brisk, but his black eyes seemed a little dark: how much he hoped that the girl in his arms would never have to touch these shady things.

"If there is an afterlife, what do you want to do?" Taisun wanted to divert Yuan Chun's attention, she was crying too hard.

"Eh?" Yuan Chun cried and hiccupped, gasping for a few moments before reacting, she shrank into Taisun's arms, sobbing, "I still want to be... your man."

The grandson couldn't help laughing, "Well, well..." He was speechless for a while, "Where do you want to live? Do you want to be born in a family like Rongguo Mansion?"

Yuan Chun sniffed, thought about it carefully, shook his head, and pressed it deeper into Taisun's arms, "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Taisun asked subconsciously, holding Yuan Chun in one hand, and wiped her tears sideways.

"What about you?" Yuan Chun raised his face, his tear-filled eyes were exceptionally clear.

Taisun looked into her eyes, a little dazed for a moment, "Lonely?"

"Do you still want to be the grandson of the emperor? Then I also want to be Jia Yuanchun."

"Uh, uh..." Taisun looked at her from such a close distance, he was speechless for a while, and then he smiled with the utmost gentleness, "I don't want it anymore..." He hugged Yuan Chun again , "I don't want to be the grandson of the emperor, and you don't want to be the eldest lady of the Rongguo Mansion—you should be, um, be a lotus picker."

"Lotus picking girl?" This is really a kind of person who is too far away from the lives of the two of them.

"Yes, the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, where fish play in the lotus, carefree..." The grandson of the emperor stared at the man in his arms, and he groaned, "The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and I remember it most in Bilian. Ena is like a fairy, and the breeze Send Xiangyuan away."

Yuan Chun lay quietly in his arms, listening to the reassuring chest vibration, thinking about the situation in the poem, a little crazy, "Read one more."

The emperor's grandson came at his fingertips, softened his voice and said slowly: "Ancient willows hang down the embankment, the wind is light, and new lotuses are flooding the swamp leaves. The white feathers are frequently waved and the idlers are sitting, and the black yarn is half-fallen. Hold the tube and don't peep into the sky. You can laugh at the guest in the pillow of glory, and be a fairy to Lianyu."

"That's great," Yuan Chun was stunned, smiling ecstatically, "Let's be pillow guests in this life, and a pair of immortals in the next life."

The emperor's grandson just laughed.

Yuan Chun thought for a while, and then said: "If I were a lotus picker, you might as well be a fisherman. When the time comes, you will produce a fish, and I will produce a lotus root. We will be free and happy."

"What Qingqing said is very true. It is the most difficult thing in the world to be happy." The emperor's grandson hugged her and laughed.