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Speaking of this, Concubine Du smiled self-deprecatingly, threw a small yellow peach into her mouth: "What our sisters think, it is not uncommon for Sister Xu to come. When we see each other again, we should respect the concubine. No matter in the past or now, after all, she takes care of us. ”

The two have been in the house for nearly eight years, and they have changed to comb women's hair, but they are still daughters. Concubine Du looked from the bronze mirror in front of the dressing table, and saw that she was still as beautiful as her twenty-eighth year old appearance and her slender waist, and she was sad for a while, tears fell silently, and she was busy wiping it with a handkerchief.

Concubine Xin had already cried today, and now her eyes were red, and she said sadly: "In the end, everyone has their own life, I'm not jealous of the position of the two of them, but I feel uncomfortable just thinking about my life." ”

Seeing that the pots of pomegranate flowers in full bloom on the short-legged mahogany trelhelm with rosewood inlaid with rosewood were as red as fire, Concubine Du was on fire for no reason, picked up the silver scissors in the needlework dustpan and cut them all the way: "My sister is unwilling, the same parents are born and raised, with the appearance and temperament of our sisters, why do we have to guard the widow like this? Might we as well be this flower, which will wither before it blooms?"

The accusation between the words is more spicy than the other, when Concubine Xin dreamed back at midnight, she also secretly complained that the Queen Mother had messed up the mandarin duck score back then, but she didn't have the courage of Concubine Du to dare to say the complaint directly.

Speechlessly staring at the remnants of the ground that were shattered, Concubine Xin thought that she was indeed about to wither before she was opened, and for a moment tears flowed down her cheeks silently.

What's the way, the two of them have been on the jade plate of the Zongren Mansion, and they are still eating the concubine's Yulu, and they are staying in this hereditary first-class An King's Mansion, and they are still beautiful in the eyes of outsiders. Who knows that two charming and delicate women only have a way to the end at a glance, lonely and helpless.

It is the palace and the cage, imprisoning their words and deeds, and locking up their good youth.

Thinking of the good wild ginseng stored in the warehouse, and sending it for Meng Zhaoyi one after another, Concubine Xin really didn't want to go in and out of Changchun Palace alone to see Meng Zhaoyi's smile, and remembered Meng Zhaoyi's greeting to Concubine Du, so she asked Concubine Du to go with her: "Madame instructed, I will enter the palace in a few days, why don't my sister go with me?" Meng Zhaoyi mentioned it several times, and she missed her sister very much. ”

"Is my sister going to see Meng Zhaoyi on the order of my wife?" Concubine Du smiled coldly, and the pomegranate flowers crumpled between her fingers were as red as blood, like a flash in the pan: "Sister also go and take a look, now I can still be commensurate with sisters, and the next time I see you, I will pay a big salute." We have the same background, and we really don't have the same fate. ”

"I don't envy their identity, I envy that they all have their own children", Concubine Xin stroked her flat lower abdomen, and it was difficult to hide her lonely breath: "They all have heirs now, you say, if the prince is still a princess, when our sisters are old, who can rely on." ”

Speaking of this prince, the two side concubines couldn't be happy in their hearts.

When Su Duhan saw the two of them on weekdays, he only had polite courtesy, and he didn't say a word of superfluity.

That warmth and humility in the eyes of outsiders is his knowledge, how can the two side concubines not understand, it is his coldness and alienation, they are not even the pearl next to Chu Zhaohui in Su Duhan's mind.

If the prince marries a woman from a small family, he may care about the diet and daily life of the two side concubines in addition to serving the mother-in-law. If she is still a princess, even Mrs. Anguo can't wait to hold her daughter-in-law in the palm of her hand, where is there a place for the two of them.

Concubine Xin felt sorry for herself, and felt uncomfortable in her heart, so she came out of Concubine Du, and still had to cheer up and take care of the family affairs of King An's mansion. On the contrary, it is better to close the door of the room and hide in the bedroom with ice every day, except for the occasional peace in the main courtyard, which is to kill time with poetry and gossip.

Seeing that the eldest princess's birthday on June 13 was approaching, Concubine Xin only thought that Murong Wei was still in the habit of the past, and she liked purple wealth, so she carefully selected a pair of watery purple jade crystal armbands from the treasury and asked Chu Zhaohui to look at them: "The concubine looks at this armband with a uniform color, smooth as clotted fat, and the concubine wants to use it as a birthday gift for the eldest princess." The eldest princess has a fair complexion, and the amethyst wall ring can better set off the brightness of the flowery age, Madame, is it appropriate?"

That pair of arm rings was Chu Zhaohui's dowry back then, and the good things that the Queen Mother gave were specially kept for Murong Wei, and she wanted to give them to her daughter-in-law in the future, but now I don't know if there is such a blessing.

Chu Zhaohui watched his son and Murong Wei go farther and farther away, thinking about what his son had done during this time, and then thinking that the source of the contradiction between the two pointed directly to the supreme imperial power, and he didn't have the confidence to persuade him.

Chu Zhaohui took the armband in his hand and rubbed it, sighed silently, and nodded in agreement.

He also instructed Mingzhu to take the vermilion summer shirt he had embroidered for Murong Wei, and handed it to Concubine Xin, and ordered her to send it early: "Tell Ah Wei that my current identity is inconvenient to celebrate her birthday." After the main day, I asked the small kitchen to prepare a few good dishes, and invited her to come to the house to eat."

There is no longer the previous intimacy between his son and Murong Wei. Thinking that it was to avoid suspicion, and even more so not to speculate, and when she came back from Cangnan, Murong Wei never came to King An's Mansion once.

After many years, he can no longer be like the old times, he can't bear the loneliness of the palace, Murong Wei often leads his sister, and secretly goes out of the palace every once in a while and comes to his side.

At that time, their cousins were not estranged, they were still in harmony, changed into regular clothes and went out through the back door of King An's mansion, and walked until sunset. I prepared dinner at home, waited for the children to come home, and lived a good life.

I don't know what the emperor thinks, Chu Zhaohui has the heart to ask, thinking that his son has frequently knocked on the side in front of Queen Chu these days, and he has no confidence.

The younger sister is already the queen, but she can't see her identity clearly, and she still can't let go of the eldest sister's shelf, which fuels the illusion that his son thinks that he is on a par with Murong Wei and Murong Peng, cousins and brothers.

If she intervenes again at this time, Queen Chu will think that her son's intentions are hidden behind her own hand, which will affect the relationship between the two sisters for many years. Therefore, her heart that she wanted to match her son and niece all the time in the past also cooled.

There is very little incense in summer, but the three-legged silver incense burner in Chu Zhaohui's room is full of smell, and it is full of the smell of lilies. Half calm, half calming, it reached the end of Concubine Xin's nose, and she was a little drowsy.

I once heard Mingzhu say worriedly that the master couldn't sleep well every night. A lot of lily incense was burned, but it still couldn't add sleep, and I often stayed alone until dawn. Stealing a glance at Chu Zhaohui, who was sitting on the top seat, and looking at the black green that couldn't be covered by fat powder under his eyes, Concubine Xin felt that the person in front of her was more gloomy than herself.