After the beginning of autumn, the weather gradually cooled down, and the weather was suitable, and people's mood was naturally relaxed. Comfort parrot

If you turn over the bookshelf and don't find the "Zhuangzi" you want to read at the moment, you don't have it here, then Murong Yichuan's imperial dining room will naturally have it, and there will be a library pavilion, and it is a bit far to go to the library pavilion. For more than a month, it seems that Murong Yichuan has always been like a separation. She didn't take the initiative to visit Murong Yichuan in Taiji Palace, although the resentment in her heart still hasn't dissipated, if it's always so cold, it's not good, after all, he will lose patience with himself, he didn't seem to be afraid of the past, but today is different from the past, and the current shape is as if he has to bow his head.

Murong Yichuan was very happy when he came to the imperial dining room, he hurriedly put the music in his hand aside, stepped forward and took Wanruo's hand and sat down, "I wanted to go over to see you for a while, but I didn't expect you to come over, you and I still have a heart." Murong Yichuan looked at his face as if he had applied a little fat powder and said gently.

As if he lowered his eyebrows and said softly, "I just came to you to look for "Zhuangzi" to see." ”

Haruka on the side said with a smile; "Niangniang, don't lie in front of the emperor, this red date lotus seed soup is made by Niangniang for the emperor herself, Niangniang pointed out that the emperor doesn't like the bitterness of the lotus heart and personally peels off the lotus heart." Chunxiang sent the soup in the tray to Murong Yichuan. It was as if seeing Chunxiang talking a lot and reproaching softly, "Whoever wants you to talk too much, you can't go down." Chunxiang said as she walked out that Niangniang felt sorry for the emperor and didn't come out, so I could only say it for Niangniang, or the emperor would think that Niangniang would become a wooden person.

As if his face was shy and turned his face away, "Even if Haruka doesn't say it, I know your intentions, and it's troublesome to peel the lotus heart and ask me to look at your hand." Murong Yichuan held the palm of her hand and looked at her fingers carefully, and her lips fell lightly and soothed her fingers.

It was as if he was busy withdrawing his hand and said softly; "If I don't drink lotus seed soup again, it will be cold, won't it be in vain for me to do my efforts."

Murong Yichuan hurriedly said I'll drink it now.

It's like taking advantage of Murong Yichuan's lotus seed soup to go to the north window bookshelf to find "Zhuangzi".

About a stick of incense passed and Wanruo still didn't find it, Murong Yichuan came to help her find it, only to see him take out two books from the third floor of the Wutong bookshelf against the corner of the wall and handed them to Wanruo, "This is a manuscript when my father was there, I have always disliked Zhuangzi's thoughts, I think that the theory of inaction is too negative, and I don't want to rule by inaction, but my father and the emperor respected it." ”

As if taking the book and turning a few pages gently, the soft rice paper has been slightly yellowed, the handwriting on it is vigorous and powerful, and the words are like loose, "No wonder your handwriting is so good, it turns out that it is influenced by your father, sometimes the words are like his people, I think Emperor Dezong must also be a man with a long body and a graceful demeanor." "Murong Yichuan said;" Although the father is the son of heaven immediately, he is quite proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, and Emperor Taizong once asked his father to conceal his identity to enter the examination room, and won the championship in one fell swoop. ”

As soon as Murong Yichuan talked about his father, who was both civil and military, he couldn't help but be full of energy.

It's like a way; "You and the former emperor are both sons of the father and the queen mother, which shows that he is particularly partial to the two of you. Your piano, chess, calligraphy and painting should be passed down by him. "Murong Yichuan said;" That was natural, my father often said that I was the only one like me among all the brothers, and he personally taught me to read, and he also taught me to ride and shoot himself, and my father wanted to abolish the elder and young not entirely because the queen mother favored me, and so did he. However, if my father knew that I was usurping the throne, he would naturally not allow it, but I didn't know that when he wanted to abolish the emperor's brother and make me the prince, he would have caused our brothers to have an estrangement. "The past is vivid, as if it was a thought, but it has been a vicissitude.

"Forget it, don't talk about the past, I won't delay you to deal with the government, I'll go back to the palace first." As if he kicked the book into his arms and wanted to leave, Murong Yichuan grabbed Wanruo's hand, "Don't go, stay with me for a while." ”

It's like a way; "I don't want you to delay politics because of me."

Murong Yichuan hugged Wanruo's shoulders and whispered ambiguously in his ear, "My current political affairs are mandarin ducks playing in the water. ”

As if his face was suddenly flushed, he gently pushed Murong Yichuan, "It's good and it's not serious." ”

Murong Yichuan still held on to it, "Why am I not serious, you have wanted me to suffer for more than a month, I am only allowed to hug you and kiss you, if I want to guard you every day, you can't move, you just shoot me through the heart." ”

She also knew that she had been a little too abstinent from Murong Yichuan for more than a month, but she just couldn't make fun of her.

It's always like he's silent, holding the skirt with both hands, but in fact, his heart has already been teased by a man, but it's still forced to be cold.

Murong Yichuan saw that his cheeks were crimson, he lowered his head and groaned and felt a little sure in his heart, and he couldn't help but look slightly happy, although he didn't know everything about Wanruo for many years, he could see through his thoughts from his expression, and at this moment, his cheeks were crimson, drumming up his skirts, Murong Yichuan regarded the silence as a tacit acquiescence. Thinking about it, he directly picked up Wanruo and went to the back room to sleep, and the good thing was just done, and Dequan came in at an inopportune time to report, "Your Majesty, there is news from Jingyuan Palace that Pan Guiren has been confirmed to be pregnant for a month by the imperial doctor. This good news was like a basin of cold water poured down from head to toe for Wanruo, and her body and mind were cold, and she pushed away the man who was undressing herself.

Pan Guiren is pregnant, which is naturally a good thing for Murong Yichuan, "Ruoruo, you go back to Zhaoyang Palace first, and I will go to Jingyuan Palace to have a look, and I will go over to accompany you." The gentleness of the man was already a shame for Wanruo, and she silently tidied up her dress and left without saying a word.

Walking out of the Taiji Palace, she stretched out her hand and broke a willow branch to hold it in the palm of her hand, and then pinched it off little by little, "Chunxiang, I only understood today what it means to question the newcomer and laugh, and I don't see the old person crying." Walking to the shore of Kunming Lake, she angrily threw the jewelry on her head into the water, and the calm lake rippled layer by layer.

Pan Guiren is pregnant, and the people in Jingyuan Palace are naturally happy, seeing Murong Yichuan coming, Pan Guiren hurriedly threw everyone to catch up, "The concubine asks the emperor for peace." That Pan Saihua was still smiling, charming and amorous, "You don't need to make a stab gift now that you are pregnant." Murong Yichuan took pity on Pan Saihua and lifted him up, holding her hand and going directly to the hall.

Pan still took the tea cup from the palace maid and served it to Murong Yichuan, "The emperor, please drink tea, this is this year's Longjing, the concubine knows that the emperor is particular about drinking tea, so the concubine ordered the palace maid to clean up the dew on the lotus leaf to make tea for the emperor." ”

Murong Yichuan lowered his head and sniffed, then took a sip, tasted it carefully, and looked at Pan Shi appreciatively, "This tea is good, it's hard for you to be careful, but in the future, it is important for you to have a good birth and raise a child, and you must give birth to a prince for me." ”

Pan Yingying nodded, "The concubine must be born as the emperor and the prince." ”

In order to reward Pan's pregnancy, Murong Yichuan issued an order that day to entitle Pan as a concubine, reward thousands of high-quality brocades, and two pots of pearls in the East China Sea.

Now Pan and Cao are both concubines, which can be regarded as equals, but Pan Concubine is pregnant and favored by the emperor, and Pan's status is higher than that of Cao in a certain way.