When Wan and the eldest princess returned to the mansion, it was already completely dark. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

met Fang Xiuming who was in a hurry to go out in the inner courtyard, Yang Yue grabbed him: "Go out so late." Fang Xiuming nodded and explained to her: "I'll go back to the house and come back later." ”

"Mother, mother." A little boy who was no more than five or six years old ran out of the inner courtyard, and the nurse hurriedly followed. He took the hand of the eldest princess Wanhe: "Mother, I'm hungry, I'm about to eat." ”

The eldest princess's expression was a little softer, and she took the little boy's hand: "Shu Hua is not well-behaved this year." ”

Fang Shuhua nodded: "Today, my aunt made crab roe cake." He dragged Wan and the eldest princess indoors.

Fang Xiuming looked at it, his expression was gentle, and he comforted Yang Yue: "You rest early at night, you don't have to wait for me." After the words fell, he took the little servant out of the door.

Yang Yue has a thousand words, and he doesn't have time to say them.

Indoors, there are a dazzling array of dishes and snacks on the table, a woman wearing a purple placket and a horse-faced skirt is swinging, Fang Xiuming has a bowl and chopsticks in his place, and it seems that he hurriedly ate a few bites and left.

Just now, it seems that the three of them are there.

The aunt in Fang Shuhua's mouth turned around and saluted Wan and the eldest princess, how old she was and how old the eldest princess was, she had a calm and elegant temperament.

"Aunt Lan has worked hard." The eldest princess said lightly. "It's just that the crab is cold this season, so it's better to cook less for Shuhua to eat."

Fang Shuhua looked left and right, held the hand of the eldest princess Wanhe, and handed her crab roe cake: "Mother also eats it." ”

The eldest princess smiled softly and hugged him dotingly.

The smile on Aunt Lan's face was faint, but she also bowed quietly and turned out of the room.

Wanhe sometimes thinks that life may be ridiculous and powerless.

Outsiders say that she and the horse are in love, her husband's family is famous, her mother's family is prominent, her brother is a prince, and there is nothing to be satisfied with.

She is not content, she is not content with not having her own biological children.

She didn't know why, and she drank a lot of medicines without any effect.

The second room of the Fang family can't be without a son, even if she is a princess, she can't help but leave a queen for the Fang family.

When everyone's eyes looked at her with consideration and concern, she finally couldn't hold up her haughty face and lowered her head.

Aunt Lan was originally Fang Xiuming's personal maid, and she grew up with Fang Xiuming, although Fang Xiuming didn't say anything, she treated her kindly. Yang Yue was disheartened at that time, and felt that which one was not the same, so he followed his wishes.

No, Aunt Lan was very competitive and gave birth to a son, Fang Xiuming named Shuhua.

Fang Xiuming is still very affectionate with her, taking care of her in everything, and never goes to Aunt Lan's place often, even eating at the table, Aunt Lan serves them like a maid, and Fang Xiuming will not say anything.

But Yang Yue knew that something was different after all.

She doesn't want to raise this child, if she is not biological, she will not be biological, and she will never be able to raise her family. But her mother, who was a concubine in the Thousand Buddha Temple, told her that there was no other way but to endure until Yunkai saw the light of day, and endured until she really had the final say.

She eventually took the child to her side to raise.

She looked at Aunt Lan's expression of wanting to speak and stopped, Aunt Lan's worried and bitter expression when the child cried, and even Shu Hua called her mother, Aunt Lan would be a little stunned, and she felt very happy in her heart.

Joyful and sad.

This child tortured her, and she used this child to torture others.

Fang Xiuming never interfered in her teaching of children, even if she had any ideas, she would not say it.

The inner house is only a small world for him, he has no time to take care of it all the time, and he is sure that the eldest princess will not do anything against his identity.

Yang Yue really can't do selfish means.

She used to think that although her queen sister-in-law was the mother of the country, she had a strong personality, and the quarrel with the emperor for three days and two ends made outsiders see what the joke was about. Now I really envy her, dare to love and hate, never scruples, and toss as much as she wants.

Even if she falls into the situation of leaving the palace, the emperor is most concerned about her.

After Fang Shuhua fell asleep, the eldest princess said to Aunt Lan, "You can take care of him here." Seeing Aunt Lan's grateful expression, Wan and the eldest princess only smiled.

The concubine taught her that she must take good care of the child and the biological mother, let the child and the biological mother often get together, the child will not feel strange, and when she gets older, she will be more estranged from the lowly biological mother, and she will be closer to her, the noble princess and mother, even if it is hindered by filial piety, she will not be disrespectful.

As long as all the truth is on her side, she can truly be invincible.

Anqing Palace, late at night.

King Anjun stretched out his hand and smashed the inkstone on the case, smashing a hole in the wall at once.

The other black-clothed people in the room knelt down one after another, and King Anjun could no longer hide his anger: "Can't find anyone? There are so many living people, and you can't find any of them? ”

The people in black looked at each other, and the little county king took away all the masters in the mansion, how could they catch up.

King Anjun did not stop, shook off the door and rushed towards the main house.

He just wanted to ask clearly what he was inferior to Yang Ziming. His father not only handed over his private soldiers to Yang Ziming for mobilization, but even allowed him to secretly collude with courtiers.

He was stopped by Yang Qingxue in front of the main house.

The county lord of Yiqing seems to have just come back from outside, wearing a leather coat made of white fox fur, and the whole person is very beautiful. Because she is sociable, versatile, and noble, all the famous ladies in the golden capital are friendly with her, and some of them are also begging her for their brothers, and there is an endless stream of people inviting her to attend the banquet.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw her brother rushing towards the main house in a menacing manner. She grabbed King Anjun's hand tightly and said in a low voice, "What are you messing around with again?" ”

Between the elder brother and the father, the quarrel is not once or twice, which one is not a feather.

And Yang Ziming can't even find a figure, let alone find him a theory. She couldn't believe that the young Yang Ziming was so capable, and his father obeyed him, but he never asked.

Recently, they can guess a few points, but they can't really believe that these are all Yang Ziming's handwriting.

Is Anqing Wangfu going to stand in line?

Playing such a big game of chess, Anqing Wangfu is both prosperous and lossy, why do their brothers and sisters know nothing?

The two stood against each other in front of the main house, and they did not give in to each other, which caused the maids serving in front of the main house to look at them frequently.

After being silent for a long time, Yang Qingxue looked back at the main house, and then said in a low voice: "It's Concubine Dan inside." "Concubine Dan is Yang Ziming's biological mother and the most favored woman in Anqing Palace.

King Anjun's somewhat irritated face finally calmed down, and his eyes showed bitterness.

He slammed his fist into the ancient tree beside him, and the leaves fluttered down. The county lord of Yiqing held his brother's hand and was silent.

"One day, he will come to me." King Anjun said in a low voice, his voice was hoarse but cold: "One day, ......"

Yang Qingxue sighed softly.