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When Song Xian followed Sui'er into Guanyan Pavilion, Emperor Wu and Xiao Lingming had already taken their seats.

After Song Xian saluted, he subconsciously glanced at Xiao Lingming's face. He cleaned up properly, but his eyes and the tip of his nose were still covered with wet powder.It is also rare to use dark crimson lipstick on the lips, fearing that it would be swollen and embarrassing, so it would be shameful to press it on.

The emperor does not have many heirs, and even so, there is no family relationship to Song Xian. Not only the prince, but even the princesses are not loved by the emperor. He seems to treat all the children in the same way, more like them than a father the monarch.

Thinking about it carefully, this is one of the few times Song Xian sat at the same table with Emperor Wu, eating like a father and son, but because of the existence of Xiao Lingming, there was an embarrassing treachery from the beginning to the end. .

Song Xian suppressed the discomfort in his heart and took the gesture that a useful and sensible prince should have, and personally served dishes to the emperor, "Father has had a bad appetite since summer, this dish is easy and light, try it .”

Sitting between the two of them, Xiao Lingming watched the two of them, a loving father and a filial son, sing a big show, and felt that something was wrong with his bones, so he hurriedly interrupted with something serious, "Azhi's hundred days are coming soon, what have you thought about it, Your Majesty?" What to do?"

The emperor glanced at him, then glanced at Song Xian casually, reached out to take the tea offered by Xiao Lingming, took a sip, and said meanly: "What do you think of Xianer?"

Song Xian put down his chopsticks, and pondered for a while, "My son thought, after all, the drought in Xunzhou is flat, so it's better to do it in the palace in advance, it's easier."

Emperor Wu nodded nonchalantly, "According to your wishes, order the Ministry of Rites to choose an auspicious day next month."

Everyone could see that he didn't value the grandson of the emperor as much as he valued Ah Wan.

After dinner, Sui'er carried A Wan to the hall according to the rules after she was brought into the palace to raise her. Xiao Lingming lay on the lap of the emperor who was reading a volume of idle books, and watched as he lay on the ground and teased her. Ah Wan's broken son, "Don't you like the eldest grandson of the emperor?"

Xiao Lingming asked this question openly, but Song Yu didn't seem to care, he raised his hand holding the scroll, looked down at Xiao Lingming's satin-like long hair hanging smoothly on his back, waist and hips, "what do I like?" I don't like it." He paused and scoffed, "It was born by the third child himself, and he was not so happy when he saw it."

After hearing this, Xiao Lingming sat up and looked at Song Yu thoughtfully, "I think this person is destined to have children or not. Ah Wan and Sui'er have only been together for a long time, and they are so close to her."

Ah Wan heard it, patted the ground with her small hands, and said in a childish voice, "A Wan likes aunt."

Song Yu glanced lightly and fell on the ground holding Xiao Lingming's red treasure step to tease Ah Wan's Sui'er, then suddenly let go, "If you want to find a way out for Sui'er, how about I point her to the third child?" , Ah Wan can justifiably raise her for her, otherwise she will be just a slave after all if she wins your heart."

As soon as these words came out, the step in Sui'er's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and she hurriedly knelt forward and kowtowed: "The sage clearly understands that I don't have such rebellious thoughts. I am willing to be with your mother for the rest of my life."

The Son of Heaven seemed to have found something interesting, he leaned forward slightly, looked down at Sui'er's head that was about to be buried in the ground, "Your master is going to go with me, are you going to die with him?"

Xiao Lingming's eyebrows twitched, and he slowly straightened his back and knelt down silently, only to hear Sui'er whisper: "I am willing to die for the master, the slave belongs to the master before and after death, if there is no master, there will be no slaves today. "

"...before and after death." The Son of Heaven snorted softly, hooked the corners of his lips, raised his thumb contemptuously and pressed the corners of Xiao Lingming's lips, and smudged away a little of the rouge on his lips, meaning something Said: "You are not as good as a slave."

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Although the sage's will is to be simple, but after all, it is the hundred days of the emperor's grandson, Song Jin, and the subordinates dare not be negligent, and they can't ask for grandeur, so they strive for a delicate one, and do everything they can to let Prince Rui's family know their flattery, and to ask for it. The emperor understood their intentions.

Xiao Lingming is most annoyed at such occasions where there are so many people and he has to attend, and the queen is still locked up in Beijing, and he is Song Xian's mother and concubine in name, so he can't just show his face and leave with Sui'er like in the past .

He sat high beside Emperor Wu, with his neck propped up, thinking that he was just a decoration for others to observe.Sui'er stood behind him, her mind was totally not on the excitement of the emperor's grandson drawing lots, she always subconsciously glanced towards Concubine Qi who was holding Ah Wan.

Yu Ya sat next to Song Xian, watching the emperor's grandson grab a small golden bow, and following everyone's auspicious words, she smiled, stroked her palm and turned her head to congratulate Song Xian in a low voice.

The servant carried Song Jin up to show the emperor, Song Xian got up and extended his hand to Yu Taotao, "You haven't formally thanked your father for the name, go up with me."

After the two of them went up, Yu Ya simply turned her head to see that Hong Zhen brought the sweet porridge with lotus root powder to A Wan, but A Wan seemed to be too hot to eat it.

Yu Ya hugged her while coaxing her and asked Wenyue to hold her. She reached out to take the porridge from Hongzhen herself, raised her hand to stir it gently, and Wenyue hugged Ah Wan, watching her delicate and careful movements. I couldn't help but stiffen up a little bit, "Your Majesty..."

Yu Ya glanced at her with a determined warning in her eyes.

Xiao Lingming looked at Sui'er's slightly stretched neck, and dismissed her amusedly, "Go, go, if you keep looking at it, your neck will no longer be able to hang on to your little head."

Yu Ya stirred for a while, then gently scooped up a spoonful, her hands trembled a little when the incident happened, she took a deep breath almost imperceptibly, and slowly brought the spoonful of porridge to her lips with a ruthless heart.

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded behind Yu Ya's ear, "Hey slave."

She was so surprised that she almost dropped the spoon, she managed to get her expression together, and watched Sui'er take the bowl and spoon with Wenyue's slight gasp.

Sui'er moved carefully, held the bowl in his palm to test the temperature, changed a small spoon, scooped up a little, Wenyue suddenly said, "Niang Niang..."

But Yu Ya didn't blink for a moment, watching Sui'er scoop up a little bit of the bowl of sweet porridge she carefully prepared for Hong Zhen as if possessed.She naturally knew what would happen if she didn't make a sound to stop Sui'er, and she clearly knew that she should find any excuse to stop Sui'er.She knew everything, but she was held by a deeper and more paranoid desire and sealed her mouth.

Yu Ya looked at Sui'er's beautiful and clear side face after suffering such humiliation, and her eyes looking at A Wan were as clear and clean as ever.

Yu Ya slowly raised her hand uncontrollably and pressed Sui'er's arm lightly as if she was being haunted, and said softly: "Gun is used to taking care of Ah Wan, maybe Aunt would like to use more when feeding Ah Wan."

Sui'er nodded to her with a smile, and raised a spoon to taste the temperature.

She felt that the baby was tender and might still be a little hot, so she changed to another small spoon and stirred it for a while, and took another sip, feeling that the temperature was about the same this time.Then he raised his hand to take Awan's jade spoon, took a sip, blew it carefully and bent over to coax Awan, who was being held by Wenyue, "Ah Wan, be good, have a sweet porridge...uh...uh ..."

tick tock...tick tock...

The bright red warm liquid overflowed from her mouth and nose with the broken gurgling sound of Sui'er's throat, and fell drop by drop into the white lotus root starch porridge in the white porcelain bowl in her palm, melting little by little and dyeing the whole bowl red sugar porridge.Then she couldn't hold on any longer, she glanced up the steps with all her strength, and slowly fell down with her eyes closed.

"Aunt Broken!"

"Auntie! Come here!! It's poisonous!"

Seeing Sui'er's horrific situation, Ah Wan suddenly let out a sharp cry, "Ah——!!"