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"Raised in Zhaoyang Palace..." Yu Yakei lay on the bed, murmured word by word what Cai Song Xian had just said to Wenyue, and suddenly laughed softly.

Wen Yue's face was full of worry mixed with panic, "You..." changed his words again, "Girl..."

Prince Rui's Mansion, Qingai Pavilion.

Yu Taotao lay on the bed, casually teasing the baby in the swaddle, "Does she know? It's really pitiful." Although she has two sons, perhaps because she didn't think much about it in the past, she is still [-] years old. She looks like a girl, and even her voice is crisp.

"That's right, when His Highness went to see her, she asked without hesitation, and His Highness answered casually." The maidservant in pink who was rocking the cradle looked at her and replied.

Yu Taotao sighed, holding her baby-faced face, and called out, "Nai Yuan."

But the little maid named Naiyuan just hummed, causing Yu Taotao to smack her shoulder with a fan in dissatisfaction, "Hey, look at me, I'm trying to reason with you!"

When her eyes met, she continued: "To be a human being in the mess of Tianjia, don't think too much. The most important thing is to be dumb, blind, and deaf. Which one in the palace is not a human being? Not smarter than her, that is to say, the lord always trusts her a bit more because of his old love."

"Now you have both sons and daughters, and you are the biological mother of the emperor's eldest grandson, should we..." Nai Yuan leaned forward a little, and said softly.

But before she finished speaking, Yu Taotao slapped her on the head lightly with a fan, and Naiyuan covered her head and let out a soft ah.Seeing Yu Taotao pouted her lips, her beautiful peach eyes narrowed and she was full of cunning like a little girl, "I just finished talking! You just forgot about it! We just wait, she is so crazy." , sooner or later."

"That's right, anyway, the prince's heart is in our courtyard, it will happen sooner or later." Nai Yuan poked the little Highness's pink and lovely face which had gradually turned to the ground.

But Yu Taotao stared straight at the butterfly on Naiyuan's hair, then giggled without warning, "Your hand is itchy, should you push it a little?"

"Then you're still talking about me!" Nai Yuan rolled her eyes disrespectfully and complained.

"I don't do anything! The twelfth of next month is the death day of His Royal Highness's biological mother. As usual, he will enter the palace for half a month. My sister will definitely not be able to get up. At that time, she and I will be the only one in the mansion. Naturally, I have to be sympathetic to her. Comfort her. Be careful and considerate, tell her to look at the child more often, and avoid lifting her up more often." Yu Taotao said sweetly, fingernails.

On June 13th, Song Xian asked to enter the palace and held a thirteen-day sacrifice for the noble concubine Zhening who had passed away for [-] years in Mizhu Temple in Miyagi.

As usual, the concubine was supposed to go there together, but Yu Ya was ill, and it was not convenient for her to bring her side concubine, so Song Xian entered the palace alone in plain clothes, just like the years when Fang Fang lost his mother and was never married.

The Son of Heaven has been busy with things recently, and with the summer approaching, the weather is hot and humid, and his illnesses have recurred a lot. Except when meeting courtiers, most of them fall asleep with the help of medicine to avoid the pain of coughing.

Let alone the approval of the memorials handed in, they were sent to Zhaoyang Hall without even looking at them.

Xiao Lingming is quiet and boring these days, Song Yu is not willing to see anyone when he is so sick, and even sees him much less.In addition to reviewing memorials on behalf of the emperor every day, when he is free, he is watching Sui'er raising his daughter.

Xiao Lingming didn't like children, and he was impatient. Looking at Sui'er taking care of him like that, he felt that Song Yu had no choice but to treat him back then, and he didn't know where his patience and leisure came from.

At most, he looks fresh now, but it looks decent. A pair of hands that have never done anything other than serve his clothes and tea are also learning to hold a needle and twist thread, as if they were really her own. .

"It's nothing, I'm not going out of the palace, so I don't need to follow." Xiao Lingming laughed and pushed Sui'er back who was about to get up from the sleeping Ah Wan and follow him out.

Xiao Lingming personally pushed open the gold-painted revolving door that was as tall as two people from the inner hall to the corridor, and stepped on the cool outer corridor on a summer night alone with a round fan.

This is quite a new thing for him.

When he was young, he lived a life of being inseparable from others, and later became a concubine of the emperor, and he didn't like seeing people in front of his eyes very much, but Sui'er was always by his side, and he was almost never alone except when he was alone with Song Yu. leave.

At that time, people always said that the Zhaoyang Palace was made of gold and jade, and it was almost as luxurious and beautiful as the residence of the emperor.It cost a lot of money just for the beauty of Xiao Shi, who is the sole reserve, but in fact it is just that he and the emperor have lived in Hanyuan Hall for a long time, and the word "habit" is nothing more than that.

In June, Pingjing is not only not hot at night, but also slightly humid and cool.

Xiao Lingming was walking down the corridor, the round fan was shaking slightly, and there was a soft evening breeze in his ears, and he felt a little reluctant to die for no reason.

He heard that in the midsummer of July and August, the north is as cool as early spring, and some places in the south are said to be sweltering and hot in April and May. He has never seen it before, only read it in books, and he doesn't know the truth. Fake.

He can't tell the difference, he can only understand that there are words in the words of the courtiers in the memorials, which are half true and half false.

——But he will die in a mess in the near future.

"Why are you here alone?" Song Xian's voice came from behind him abruptly.

He was wearing a plain toga with long sleeves, dragging it on the ground rustlingly.The hair is not tied with a crown, only a ponytail is tied with a plain belt.He looks red lips and white teeth, elegant and handsome, and even has a bit of the appearance of those in the Qingyun temple who have been seeking Taoism and cultivating immortals since they were young, and at the age of fifteen or sixteen they are all immortal.

Xiao Lingming turned around and saw him like this, suddenly remembered the vulgar phrase "If you want to be pretty and filial".

Song Xian approached him step by step, only then did Xiao Lingming realize that he seemed to have cried, his eyes were still a little red, and when someone came to him, Xiao Lingming walked side by side with him again.

"You cried."

"Well, after all, she gave birth to me."

"If I remember correctly, Imperial Concubine Zhening went there when you were seven years old."

"She left very early. At that time, she was... only 23 years old." Song Xian even recalled the age when his biological mother died. "In fact, I can't remember her appearance very well."

"But you still miss her very much." Xiao Lingming said softly, "You are born like this, she must be a beauty."

Song Xian shook his head and said with a smile: "Except for the few people in the palace who are born as good as you, most of them are more or less beauties."

"Beauties are worthless in the palace, and my mother and concubine have no prominent family background. I won the position of concubine because I was lucky enough to have me."

Xiao Lingming said softly, "I also lost...lost my family support when I was seven years old."

Song Xian glanced at him in surprise, and then remembered his background from the offshoot of the Xiao family. His parents and brothers must have been lost in that case, "Then you had a hard time when you were young."

Xiao Lingming didn't want to say any more, he just said: "Your attire has reminded me for so many years. I should also offer them a stick of incense."

……

In the tribute hall, the sacred tablet is hung high, the lights are dim, and the special smell of tribute oil reminds people of rotten trees soaked by rain.

Song Xian stood silently behind Xiao Lingming, watching him concentrate and immerse himself in offering a stick of incense, and kowtowed again.

"What is your vision for them?" Song Xian pulled him up with one hand, looking for something to say.

Xiao Lingming sat down with him in the small Nuan Pavilion in the tribute hall, summoned the palace servants to serve tea, and poured a bowl of tea for Song Xian himself, but still did not answer, but asked instead: "What is your vision for your mother and concubine?" Woolen cloth?"

Song Xian raised his glass to drink, turned his head and smiled at Xiao Lingming, "May she be rich and long-lived in her next life, always with vulgar things."

"I'm more vulgar than you." Xiao Lingming lowered his eyelids, looking at the undulating water patterns in the tea bowl in his palm.

——I hope that she will never have anything to do with me in the afterlife, through all reincarnations.