The reborn son is vicious

Leng Xi looked back, glanced at Yan Ran who was curious, and said with a broken smile: "You..."

Seeing his expression, Yan Ran knew there was something going on, so she hurriedly asked with a shy face: "Your Majesty, you have a good heart, so tell this servant, you know that this servant is most afraid of guessing riddles."

"If she's really smart," Leng Xi smiled lowly and said to himself, "I'll know how to treat me in the future, otherwise, today's scene will be a waste of time for me. Although, I really don't want to see That scene happened, but..."

Leng Xi narrowed his eyes, and he didn't know where he was looking, and sighed, "Let everything take its course, I hope I didn't misread her."

Yan Ran was taken aback, but Leng Xi lowered her eyes and smiled, then turned and left.

"Hey?" Leng Xi disappeared, and Yan Ran came back to her senses in surprise, and said to herself in a daze: "My lady, what are you doing... the concentric knot on the scroll, do you want your servant to go and untie it?"

It's a pity that Leng Xi can't hear - things that can't be heard or can't be seen have never existed.

At the same time, Linglong Hall.

The third prince, Murong Lin, was fine. Concubine Xian hugged him and pampered him for a while, and then the third prince fell asleep peacefully.

Concubine Xian hugged him and coaxed him for a while before handing over the third prince to the wet nurse, and returned to the small study with the pearl.

"Niang Niang", seeing Concubine Xian sitting quietly in the sandalwood high-back chair, Zhu Zhen couldn't help asking carefully, "Do you still want to see this painting?"

Concubine Xian raised her beautiful red phoenix eyes, stared at them for a long time without blinking, then nodded slightly, signaling Pearl to bring the painting.

"Your Majesty?" Just as Concubine Xian stretched out her hand to untie the concentric knot, Pearl reminded softly: "Your concubine Cai Xi said that the untie method of the concentric knot is complicated, and specially asked his maid to follow. Do you need a slave? Go and call that maid over?"

Concubine Xian paused for a moment with her hand on the concentric knot, but soon withdrew her hand, glanced at Pearl, and said in a low voice, "Go get a pair of scissors."

Pearl was stunned at the time, and looked at Concubine Xian in surprise.

But seeing this noble empress, that beautifully made-up face is as calm as water, no trace of superfluous expression can be seen, she just stares down at the sympathetic knot, without saying a word.

Zhenzhu's heart skipped a beat, and she hurried to get the scissors.

When Concubine Xian cut the sympathetic knot that Leng Xi made up, the emotion called "kinship" deep in her heart was also broken with a bang.

The human mind is a very delicate thing.

Sometimes you can fall in love at first sight with one glance, and you will be devoted to it; and sometimes, you will hate it with one glance, and you will never repent.

It may be difficult to like someone, falling in love with someone may take time to test; but not liking someone, or even hating someone, is often just a moment, a blink of an eye.

Concubine Xian sighed inwardly—I'm sorry, cousin, I don't like you.

It's not just because of birth, and it's not just because you may be the queen, blocking my seat, but more, just because... I don't like you.

The slowly unfolding picture scroll arouses people's curiosity.Concubine Xian couldn't help staring at her eyes, wanting to see what kind of poem her humble cousin would write.

then

"Huh?" Pearl, who opened the scroll on the side, was the first to call out, "There...is there nothing on this painting?"

Isn't there nothing? !

Concubine Xian's star-like phoenix eyes suddenly sank, and a thought flashed in her heart that she didn't dare to think about - Leng Xi... really is a wonderful person!

This painting of plum blossoms is the treasure of the emperor's calligraphy. How many people squeezed their heads to see it, let alone write a poem on it. As such a lucky person, what did Leng Xi do? !

In the picture of plum blossoms in front of me, there is nothing else except Murong Jing's elegant style of red plums and iron-framed golden hooks.

Concubine Xian couldn't help shaking her head in the cold—it's a good thing the emperor didn't open it to see the painting. If he did, he found that Leng Xi hadn't written a poem. He really didn't know how he would react!

fury?laughing out loud?Cloudy?Noncommittal?

No matter what, Leng Xi's move undoubtedly left a strong mark in the heart of this high-sighted emperor.

Thinking of this, Concubine Xian was really in admiration—everyone said that Leng Xi was a stupid and incompetent third young master from a concubine, but look at his handwriting after entering the palace, playing hard to get, pretending to be low, and secretive.

How does this look like a move that a concubine child can do?

Concubine Xian is a prostitute who grew up in the gate of the mansion, and she is used to intrigue and intrigue.

She always thought that she was good at fighting for the favor of the harem, she always thought that she was the one who could not fight or fight, but she didn't know that her good cousin, as soon as he came up to make a move, he gave her enough power.

She finally understood why the emperor Murong Jing made Leng Xi his queen, and finally understood why her father wanted her to get rid of Leng Xi!

Such a child with only curly hair but with such a mind is a huge obstacle to her and to the entire British government - it has to be removed!

"Your Majesty?" Seeing that Concubine Xian was in samadhi, staring at the painting, Zhu Zhen couldn't help but panic, "You..."

"Pearl", Concubine Xian withdrew her distracted thoughts, raised the corners of her lips, and said flatly, "Grind for me."

Concubine Xian let out a breath, calmed down, picked up a center wolf hair made of mutton fat jade, and smiled brightly, "Since the emperor wants me to teach my concubine poetry and painting well, then of course I can't ignore the emperor's kindness— — Concubine Xi Gui is young, inexperienced, and doesn't know what poems should be written for the emperor, as one of the four concubines, and Concubine Xi's cousin, I naturally have a duty to do so."

The pearl is still a little unclear, so Concubine Xian has already soaked in the ink, and wrote poems on the painting by herself.

……

Emerald Palace, when the lights are on

It was rare that today's nuns and nurses all left, Leng Xi relaxed his body, leaned on the nanmu chair, and let out a long breath.

"Niang Niang?" Yan Ran brought him a cup of Hanyang Yunwu, and hesitated for a long time.

Leng Xi looked up and chuckled lightly, jokingly said, "Tell me, it's hard for you to hold back all day."

Yan Ran immediately frowned, stuck out her tongue, and said: "I don't dare to say anything else, I just want to ask you a question: Have you really written a poem on the emperor's painting?"

"Of course it's a question." Leng Xi raised his eyebrows, and asked amusedly: "In your heart, is I, Leng Xi, really not afraid of death?"

"Huh?" Yan Ran was dumbfounded.

Leng Xi waved his hand, took a sip of tea, and continued, "Just looking at the current situation, she might not be able to see the poem I wrote for her with all my heart."

"Your Majesty, he..." Yan Ran didn't know Leng Xi's plan, and thought he was talking about Murong Jing, so she could only falter and don't know how to comfort her.

"It doesn't matter." Leng Xi sighed, and said calmly: "Everyone has their own destiny. I missed it, but there is only one chance. Since she chooses not to, then I will just wait and see."

……

British government

Ling Qing stood under a lush plum tree in the plum garden of the mansion, raised her eyes, and looked quietly at the two talking and laughing not far away.

The man in a black long gown, with starry eyes and sword eyebrows, is tall and elegant. The woman in his arms is a goose-yellow fallen flower with a chest-length skirt, young and beautiful, smiling and smiling.

That is the British prince Tang Ying and his new favorite Taoyao.

Ling Qing squinted those clear phoenix eyes, looked at it for a while, and suddenly found that there was only a blank in his mind - no emotion at all.

Don't love or miss, don't want or love.

For 20 years, time has passed by like water, and when I realized it, I suddenly grasped it, and all the fireworks and love in the past have slipped away quickly between my fingers like quicksand.

In the end, open your hands, empty.

Ling Qing remained expressionless, turned around and left.

"oops!"

But he still didn't make it. The delicate beauty who was lying in Tang Ying's arms somehow saw Ling Qing standing under the plum tree in white clothes and snow. With the hem of her skirt, she walked towards Ling Qing in small steps.

"Isn't this Madam?"

Tao Yao walked up to Ling Qing in a swaying manner, covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly, "Look at my sister's eyes, she is so focused on looking at the master, why didn't she see Madam!"

Ling Qing lowered her eyes, her watery eyes flicked across the beauty in front of her, and she suddenly felt like laughing.

It's ridiculous, this Taoyao was a gift given to Tang Ying by Minister of Rites Xiaojing three months ago, at that time Tang Ying just laughed it off, and assured herself that she and Taoyao were just playing on the spot, with the intention of buying people's hearts.

But three months have passed, Tang Ying and Taoyao hang out together, just being bumped into countless times by him Ling Qing, what are you talking about playing on the spot!

I'm afraid it's a fake show, so I can't stop it anymore!

Ling Qing took a few more glances at Taoyao who was flaunting her might, and unconsciously chuckled.

"Ma'am, you..." Taoyao really didn't expect Ling Qing to laugh, logically speaking, since he has taken over his husband, shouldn't he be so sad that he wants to cry?

Why... why can't this person see any sadness in his eyes?

But Taoyao is a trained "gift" after all, she immediately bit her lips back, and the corners of her eyes turned red, as if she was about to cry.

"It's all...it's all my fault. I didn't see my wife, so I invited my wife..."

But before her play was over, Ling Qing didn't even look at her, strode over to Tang Ying, striding past her.

In fact, Tang Ying was also very uncomfortable in his heart. He really loved Ling Qing very much. From the beginning to the end, no matter how many beauties he had received in the past 20 years, from the bottom of his heart, he still loved Ling Qing who was desperate for him back then.

But when a person is in the officialdom, he can't help himself. Many times, a fake show must be done for real, even if it will hurt the heart of the person he loves the most.

"Qing'er", Tang Ying saw Ling Qing walking towards him with no expression on his face, he was a little stiff, he stretched out his hand, wanting to hold Ling Qing, and make it clear to him that he still loves him.

But before he touched Ling Qing's hand, he heard Ling Qing whisper in his ear: "You don't mind getting my hands dirty?"

Tang Ying froze completely.

Ling Qing laughed, sneering without warmth, "Did you write a letter to Wan'er?"

"..." Tang Ying didn't seem to have recovered.

Ling Qing didn't care about him, and said in a cold voice while basking in the sun: "I don't care if Wan'er becomes a queen or not. I only hope that in the end, you can return Wan'er to me intact."

These words were like a thunderbolt, Tang Ying raised her eyes suddenly, met Ling Qing's clear eyes in disbelief, and asked in a startled voice: "Qing'er, you..."

Unfortunately, Ling Qing took a deep look at him, said "Excuse me", and left without looking back.

【I'm back!come back come back!Going back on my promise and gaining weight for so long, I really...don’t say anything, I will update it in a while (29th)!bow! mua】

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