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Yu Ya untied the jade belt around Song Xian's waist, and carefully placed both hands on the tray held by Lanting, "I thought our father was unpredictable, ruthless and stern. But today I brought Ah Wan into the palace to see my mother. Concubine, it happens that father and mother are together, look at their appearance..."

Song Xian stretched out his arms so that she could take off his robe for him, and said with a smile, "What are you doing with me? What do you want to say?"

Yu Ya helped him take off his court robe, folded it carefully, and then handed it to Wenyue who was waiting at the side, she smiled coquettishly, "My concubine, today I feel that the emperor is also a mortal, and there is a softness in my heart. "

Listening to what she said, Song Xian took the loose robes and put them on, and sat down behind the short table.Yu Ya followed Song Xian and sat down beside him. She pressed her hands on Song Xian's thigh with envy on her face, "The concubine came in today, and the sage called the imperial concubine in front of the concubine—Ming'er."

Song Xian was inexplicably upset when he heard that, and the pair of handsome eyebrows twitched slightly, Yu Ya was still talking to herself, "I only know that the imperial concubine is from the Xiao family, and I don't know if this name is a boudoir name or a title. .but always very intimate.

Song Xian snorted, and looked at her with a half-smile, "You told me this, it seems that you think I'm getting close to Tao Tao, and you want to point out your prince."

But Yu Ya strongly disagreed, "One should be tolerant and gracious to be a concubine, and concubines are not easy to bear children, and there has been no movement in these years. It is only natural that His Highness likes side concubines more."

"It's just... which woman has never thought of getting her husband to fall in love with her, and the concubine just said a few words, and His Highness reacted like this."

She twitched the black eyebrows that she had painted, "Your Highness is feeling so guilty in his heart because he feels guilty about his concubine?"

"You—" Song Xian raised his hand and tapped on the flower tin between Yu Ya's eyebrows, and gently pushed, "Too much thought."

Yu Ya only thought it was a joke from the boudoir, lowered her head and covered the corners of her lips with a veil, and smiled shyly, completely missing the indifference that flashed in Song Xian's eyes when she lowered her head slightly.

After dinner in the evening, Yu Ya picked up a small bellyband that was half made yesterday and continued to sew, Wenyue waited by her side, helping her from time to time.

After Yu Ya finished embroidering a back pattern, she retracted the needle, held it up and looked carefully at the candle before handing it to Wenyue.Wen Yue picked it up, touched the embroidery pattern on her head, and sighed: "The embroidery is really good. When I see you later, my lord will definitely appreciate your thoughts."

"After all, she is a child that everyone is looking forward to, and it is the glory of the entire family. Of course, I should pay more attention to it." Yu Ya smiled, and couldn't hide her loneliness: "It would be great if I could also have a child from His Highness." ah."

Being married for many years but not having a child has always been Yu Ya's heart disease, but the imperial doctor has also seen it, and the favor is there, but there is no movement.It can only be said that fate is not at this moment, and Wenyue can hardly say anything other than some comforting words.

"There should be some, and the prince values ​​you so much." Wenyue persuaded: "This matter can't be obtained by force. You see, the imperial concubine Ming has been favored by saints for ten years, and she doesn't have a son and a half daughter of."

Yu Ya only sighed, obviously didn't listen, she subconsciously uttered a sentence of imperial concubine Ming, as if feeling something in her heart, she lowered her eyes to Wenyue, "Ah Wan is a good boy, and he is pleased by the saint. There will be a Boy, it would be great if Ah Wan could come to my knees to raise him."

After hearing this, Wen Yue glanced around subconsciously, then lowered her voice and said: "Yinu, if you have this kind of heart, if you don't want to think about the one in the side concubine's belly, it's..."

Yu Ya gently pointed her index finger at Wenyue when she heard the words, "No, everyone knows that the one in her stomach is extremely expensive, and the prince is very thoughtful, so it is inevitable to think too much. A Wan is a daughter, even if His Highness is lucky enough to win the Ninth Five-Year Award in the future, she At most, she is a princess, nothing more than honor. This makes it appear that I really love and respect his child, rather than having a desire to value mother by child."

Wen Yue listened and nodded, "It also seems that you are gentle and virtuous, and you are indeed a slave."

Now that she had a thought, Yu Ya couldn't help but plan in her heart. She put down the needle and thread in her hand, and slowly leaned against the soft pillow behind her, "We should think of a way..."

"——there is Aunt Sui'er in the palace." Yu Ya couldn't help but frowned as she spoke, "Today when I entered the palace, I asked the imperial concubine side-by-side, she didn't seem to have that kind of thought."

Wenyue snorted, "That's because the palace maid couldn't bear it and got wild."

Yu Ya waved her hand, but didn't reprimand her for overstepping. Obviously, she thought so in her heart.She raised her hand and pressed her forehead, her clear face couldn't hide her tiredness and haggardness, "Let's think about it in the long run."

……

Because I got a sentence from Emperor Wu that day, "Go and see your mother and concubine when you have nothing to do, don't let the courtiers gossip."

The more Song Xian went to Zhaoyang Hall, the more frequently he went, and the more legitimate it became.

It's just that I don't know where the inspiration comes from, and I always like to bring in some gadgets from outside the palace every time I enter the palace.Even if Xiao Lingming threw it to Sui'er, who was obviously more interested, in front of Song Xian after seeing it several times, it didn't affect Song Xian's interest at all.

"Try it, this is the most fashionable snack outside these days." Song Xian lifted the lid of the box himself, and pushed it towards Xiao Lingming's hand.

Xiao Lingming looked down and felt rough, took a sip and pushed away, "It's average."

Song Xian winked, ordered the servants to accept them, and told everyone to retreat, and then said leisurely: "This is made by the most prestigious dim sum shop in Pingjing. Such a box is equivalent to a year's harvest of ordinary people. , when it comes to you, it’s just a general sentence.”

Xiao Lingming lowered his eyes and seemed to be careless, "You don't need to bother." He raised his eyes and looked at Song Xian, "You and I know what you want and what I want, so why bother to do all this fancy work."

These words are not pleasant, and there is no sense of propriety. If an ordinary person gets such a straight-forward statement, he will be ashamed immediately.

But Song Xian just closed his eyes, and then he put one hand on the low table between the two of them, using his strength to get up and lean forward.

They are only an inch away from Xiao Lingming, but this distance is too close.His eyes looked sincere and clear, staring at Xiao Lingming's translucent thick black pupils for a moment, "Don't you believe that I have no sincerity in treating you?" With a little artificial sadness.

Xiao Lingming just looked back, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

—How could he believe it.

——Even if there is such a tiny bit, it is Song Xian's private thoughts about his young and beautiful concubine.

He knew in his heart that he shouldn't have said these words, it was just a quick talk.He was dissatisfied and even unwilling to Song Xian's attentive and attentive appearance.

He hadn't talked to anyone other than Emperor Wu who needed to be careful, and he couldn't hold back the words from the bottom of his heart for a while.

Song Xian stared straight at the person in front of him, waiting for her to speak.

But Xiao Lingming took a light breath, and then raised his body slightly, a clear and soft kiss was printed on Song Xian's warm lips amidst Song Xian's gradually astonished eyes.

"You..." Song Xianfang just missed a word, and his lower lip was sucked into a moist and soft place. Accompanied by the sweet and bitter fragrance, it poured into his lungs together, making him confused and dizzy rise.

Song Xian subconsciously raised his hand to grab it, but was quickly pushed away by the person in front of him.

As soon as Song Xian lost his hand, he opened his eyes and saw the back of her standing up with her skirt in her hands. She walked quickly towards the inner room, and said far away, "Back off." His tone was forced to be , but still did not suppress the trembling.

"Ming'er!" Song Xian couldn't react for a while, so he called out subconsciously, but he also successfully stopped Xiao Lingming's footsteps.

Xiao Lingming suddenly stopped, and then turned around inch by inch under the shadow of the door, looking back at Song Xian with undisguised disbelief in his eyes.

Song Xian coughed lightly, "I heard that my father called you that in private."

"—Can my son call you like this?" He asked very carefully.