Ming Chuan Zhi Zhu Youji [Sword Three System Wear + Yuhuatian]

Along the way, Chen Zhun's heart was quite heavy. He really liked the little doll raised by Yuhuatian's family, and he really believed that Yuhuatian really loved that little doll, but he really didn't believe in Yuhua. Tian Hui raised the prince in the mansion so blatantly.

——In the palace, even in the world, who doesn't know that Yuma Jianyu's handprint comes from the family of Concubine Wan Gui?

——And why was the Ji family demoted to An Le Tang?Although not everyone in the world knows about this, at least in this palace, even a little starling in the cold palace knows it. It must be Concubine Wan Gui who hates her for being favored!

——And the Yongning Palace did have a certain period of time the year before last, and it was almost every three days to send someone to the Anle Hall to deliver a bowl of abortion medicine. Up to now, few people in the palace dare to forget.

If Yuhuatian really got the little prince born by the Ji family, would he be loyal to Concubine Wan Gui?

Chen Zhun is more inclined, or the little baby is really the son of the Ji family, but not the prince, but a child of the Ji family's dirty court; or, the Ji family really gave birth to a little prince, and really embraced Yuhuatian. He left, but it couldn't be that little doll, that little doll could only be a puppet created by Concubine Wan Gui to confuse the public after disposing of the little prince.

Chen Zhun is not sure whether or not civet cats were exchanged for princes in history, but he knows that for the sake of profit, there have been many things such as women and others pretending to be the heirs of the husband's family and seeking benefits since ancient times. It's rare.

——Chen Zhun suddenly remembered that Wan Xi, the younger brother of Concubine Wan Gui, loved the little baby very much.

——Could it be that the little baby is actually of the blood of the Wan family?

Chen Zhun shivered.

He felt sorry for the little baby who was dragged into the whirlpool and might be crushed to pieces at any time, but he didn't dare to say anything.

He didn't dare to intercede with the emperor, and he didn't even dare to expose his almost indistinguishable speculation.

The emperor didn't ask either.

He didn't think much of it at all.

He only had one sentence: "No matter what Yuhuatian is doing, send him to see me immediately!"

——So within a quarter of an hour, Yuhuatian entered Fengtian Hall.

——So, after another half an hour, the imperial decree was delivered to Yufu immediately.

——So, the kid Tang Youzhu, who was lying on the big bed in Yuhuatian with his limbs spread out and his watermelon belly snoring, had to be invited to the carriage by Wang Huai'en, who had received the imperial decree and broke in openly!

The weather today is rare and fine. Although the wind is not too low, there is a warm copper stove burning in the carriage, and there is still warm creamy egg drop soup rolling on the stove. It is rare for Tang Youzhu to enjoy it without thinking. Small Chin: Shouldn’t I have been admitted in June of the 11th year of Chenghua?Now the unlucky brother has only been there for less than a month. If I remember correctly, what I heard a while ago is "Chenghua Eight Years", right?Destiny, where did you take my three years of free time?Don't be so callous and unreasonable, okay?I haven't lost weight yet!The chin is slightly retracted, and it looks like it has three layers, and the eyes are still crowded with fat, and even I don't know what shape it is...

But how to make the cheap emperor's father recognize that he is his baby at a glance?It turned out that it was said that it was recognized at a glance because it looked so much like the emperor...

——Sigh, don't you have to rely on blood to recognize your relatives?That thing is unreliable!It is possible to fuse even if they are not blood relatives, and what's more terrible is that sometimes even real blood relatives won't fuse!

Under the protection of the cheap uncle, Tang Youzhu has lived a leisurely life with enough food and sleep for more than a year. The biggest trouble is that besides the streaking Nirvana flute that can finally be played, he still can't summon even a croaking flute. Besides, that is how to properly challenge my uncle's obsession with cleanliness...

He almost forgot that he has sighed countless times, life is not easy.

——But how can the urine of fate allow him to forget?

Tang Youzhu wiped his face, there was nothing on his face, but he could feel that even the touch of his hand was covered with malice from fate.

The other hand squeezed the bamboo flute tightly, couldn't hold back, and brought it to his mouth to blow it a few times. Like the skill bar that couldn't be lit up at all, even if the bamboo flute was played, it couldn't summon anything.

Very melancholy, Tang Youzhu sighed again, and then simply picked up the creamy egg drop soup, not caring about the heat, and after drinking it in two or three gulps, he relaxed and lay down on the soft couch in the car: I'm just a meaty man!Whether you recognize it or not, I didn't say this prince, nor did Uncle Cheap say it. If the blood doesn't mix, whoever says it will go to him, and I won't serve you!

——I have to say that Tang Youzhu is quite heartless sometimes.

The Ji family has seen through the autumn waters in the Qingning Palace, and she is very determined to go forward to see her son who has been taken away for a year, seven months, and seventeen days, and also look at the son who caused her to destroy her family. , but let her get a man who can climb the ladder. Unfortunately, the rules of the inner palace have become more and more strict recently. Even the Empress Dowager Zhou can't break into the Fengtian Palace without the emperor's order.

So she had to look eagerly, but she didn't notice what was hidden deeply in the eyes of the Queen Mother Zhou squinting at her.

The emperor didn't have so many scruples, he had been waiting in front of Fengtian Hall early on.

In February, the spring breeze was still cool, and the ground dragon in the warm pavilion was just right, and it was a bit cold when it came out, but the emperor would rather walk in the cold wind than listen to the persuasion to go into the house.

While pacing, he tried hard to recall the few times he met the child by chance. He only vaguely remembered that he was so precocious that he was only a small ball, and he knew how to salute like an adult, and he was so plump that he couldn't even kneel down. A squatting body that rolls three and a half times on the ground, looks like a chubby little face so crowded that you can hardly see it, but...

The emperor frowned and tried to recall. He didn't know if it was because of his subjective imagination. He always vaguely felt that the child's face shape, eyebrow shape, and even the shape of his nose were very similar to his own.

——But why didn’t you find it then?

The emperor frowned and walked around twice, thinking that it should be because he is a big man who doesn't like to look in the mirror, so he is unfamiliar with his face.

Then I remembered that Concubine Wan Gui had always been very kind to the child. When they first met, she only gave him some snacks. Later, when the child was frightened in Qingning Palace and sent to Yongning Palace, Ah Wan hugged the child. The child is intimate, and I was a little jealous when I passed by, that kind of embrace used to be just my patent...

Thinking about it now, isn't the appearance of Ah Wan hugging that child exactly the same as when he was hugging himself when he was a child?

If the eldest son of the emperor could grow up, maybe it would be the same, but it is a pity that he has only 79 days of father-son relationship with him, and he can't even wait for him to name him, so he just went there, but he was ruthlessly stuck in Awan heart...

Thinking about it, the emperor sighed, his eyes were slightly wet, and his brows were deeply wrinkled at that moment.

But after walking around for two more laps, it gradually stretched out.

Since that child has a predestined relationship with Ah Wan, maybe...

The emperor was more willing to have Concubine Wan Gui give birth to a child for him, but Concubine Wan Gui was at a certain age. When she was pregnant with the eldest son, the imperial doctor said that the delivery would be very dangerous. After a day and a half of hard work, the mother and child were finally safe. , but can no longer conceive...

If not, he would not have had children with anyone other than Ah Wan, even if the other women in the palace were plotting all kinds of tricks.

The emperor thought it would take him a long time to ease Concubine Wan Gui's knots, but when he thought of Concubine Wan Gui's warmth when she hugged the meat puff, he suddenly had some hope, maybe...