"It's windy again!" Miao Zhi sat in the living room of "Linglong Fang" and muttered quietly.

Shen Yuqian, who was lying on the side of the table "crackling" and playing an abacus, was also wearing a dark green fox fur, and when he looked closely, he still had a stove on his lap.

He didn't raise his head, fiddling with the black beads on the abacus, "In autumn, it's almost every day, and you little girl are so sad there." ”

She just likes summer, the eyes are full of vigorous green, the vegetation is vibrant, people look at the heart of the comfortable tight, although it is hotter, but still can't hold her like.

It was a little dark, and a light cool breeze blew through it, carrying down the yellow leaves that were already about to fall off the trees, and the leaves swirled in the air, fluttering down, and then fell alone on the green brick floor on the street.

The wind blew stronger and stronger, and the branches on both sides of the street trembled even more, as if it suddenly rained falling leaves, and the picture was very lonely.

Suddenly, she actually laughed "haha", Shen Yuqian raised her head, looked at the little sister who was smiling and trembling, and finally put down the work in her hand and walked over with her arms in her arms.

Following her gaze, she saw a stall selling groceries not far downstairs, the tarpaulin had been twisted into twists by the wind's skillful hands, and the wretched peddler was jumping and scolding and dragging the crumbling tarpaulin, which looked very funny.

Shen Yuqian couldn't help but laugh. However, this witty and humorous moment was ruined by a uniformly dressed garrison, all of them with solemn expressions, hurriedly walking in front of the building, their black boots stepping on the dense fallen leaves, making a "chirping" sound.

Miao Zhi frowned slightly, a little unclear. Is there something big going on in the city again? She seems to have seen such a team in the city many times lately.

Turning his head, he asked Shen Yuqian beside him with his eyes, he was also at a loss, obviously not clear.

Bei Yiyuan seems to have disappeared, and he always doesn't leave here on weekdays, but he has disappeared in the past few days, otherwise you can ask him.

The new city, the imperial palace.

When Bei Yiyuan arrived at Denghua Palace, Concubine Liang was leaning on the beauty couch, and the little palace maid on the side gently hammered her shoulders and closed her eyes to recuperate.

Hearing his son's footsteps, Liang Yumeng opened his eyes, waved his hand slowly, and motioned for the palace maid beside him to step back, but he got up and greeted him personally, and said softly: "You kid, what's going on like this, look at it, you're sweating." ”

She said as she tore off her handkerchief from her waist and wiped the sweat off her forehead for Bei Yiyuan.

"Mother, Yuan'er has something to ask you." Although he was a little anxious, he still said slowly and patiently.

"Why are you so strict, just ask if you have anything to say." Liang Yumeng took his son's hand and came to the beauty couch, sat down with a soft waist, and then patted the position next to him and motioned for Bei Yiyuan to sit down.

Sitting down next to his mother, Bei Yiyuan's fiery heart seemed to be contained by Liang Yumeng's soft movements, he eased his nerves, and then asked in a deep voice: "Mother, does our Liang family already have any agreement with the Lan family?" ”

He asked ambiguously, but he didn't dare to look up at Liang Yumeng.

Liang Yumeng was very calm after hearing this, she pushed the soft bun like smoke clouds on her head, and her voice was lazy, "It's just for this matter!" When did my son become so unstable? Her rhetorical question seemed to be far away.

Bei Yiyuan was a little surprised, surprised by the calm self-control of the half-princess, and surprised at her disapproval.

"Mother, is it true?" His eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Liang Yumeng fixedly, his peach blossom eyes full of uneasiness.

Liang Yumeng put on flower pot soles and walked to the table of the eight immortals carved by mahogany, picked up the white jade ear pot between his fingers, and poured two cups of fragrant tea slowly.

"What is true or fake, and how to do it, your uncle has his own decision." The red lips took a sip of tea, and the words were ambiguous.

"Do you really want to partner up against your father?" Bei Yiyuan clenched his fists, lowered his head to his chest, and didn't look at Liang Yumeng's eyes.

"After all, he is my father, the emperor, and the husband of your mother." He bit the word "husband" very hard, and sat straight on the beauty couch, and the white joints showed that he had used a lot of strength.

Bei Yiyuan's heart was mixed, and the strength in his body seemed to be drained. He was shameless about Bei Yiyu's behavior, but now the Liang family is doing the same thing, so how can he not be sad.

Liang Yumeng seemed to see the entanglement in her son's heart, she stepped forward, put Bei Yiyuan's shoulder softly, bowed down, and let him look into her eyes.

"Yuan'er, in your heart, haven't you ever spied on that location?" Liang Yumeng's words were gentle and soft, but they were like a thick and hard steel needle straight into Bei Yiyuan's brain.

He Huo Ran raised his head, "I, I didn't." He was only halfway through what he said, and he no longer had the courage to look at Liang Yumeng's eyes. His eyes were dark and deep, as if he wanted to suck out the little throbbing he was hiding.

Liang Yumeng smiled, and seemed to be very satisfied with his appearance, it seems that her son is not without ambition.

"Yuan'er, since ancient times, people have always flocked to supreme power because it satisfies almost all the greed of human nature. You don't agree with our approach now, but if the Liang family is trampled underfoot, do you think the concubine and you can still live in peace and stability? ”

Her eyes burned, she tapped her son on the shoulder a few times, straightened up, and walked to the black-glazed porcelain incense burner in front of the case. The plain white palm flicked the quiet cigarette wafting from the stove a few times, his eyelids drooped, and he looked intoxicated.

"Well, it's really fragrant, this 'Miaoluo' is really wonderful, I feel refreshed when I smell it."

Bei Yiyuan didn't know why the concubine suddenly talked about incense, and looked at Liang Yumeng who was shaking her nose suspiciously.

"Yuan'er, do you know, this 'Miaoluo' is the best in the incense, and it is very precious, a few hundred taels of gold can buy a pearl, and my mother lights this incense every day, isn't there your uncle in front of the palace? The palace is a place to worship high and step on low, if the Liang family really falls, the mother concubine is afraid that she will not even be able to enter the cold palace, and she will already have a white silk hanging on this beam. ”

Liang Yumeng's words were true, and Bei Yiyuan was a little depressed, "That cooperation with the Lan family is tantamount to seeking skin with the tiger, and that position is even more readily available to them." ”

Liang Yumeng sneered at this time, "Silly boy, don't forget that your uncle still has hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses in Beixin in his hands, and the Lan family has the heart to play tricks with us, but I'm afraid they don't have the guts!" What's more, if you really turn your face, you don't have military power, and you can't say the throne with just one mouth. ”

She said comfortably, with a shallow smile on her face. Bei Yiyuan hung his shoulders and was finally defeated.