From ancient times to the present, the royal ancestors of the world have strict family laws to pass on to their descendants - women are not allowed to participate in politics. China and the DPRK and even the northern countries are particularly observed, and there is a fear of "weak sons and strong mothers" and kill mothers and children, the rules are not to be broken, but this point does not have much impact on the Yuan and Jin dynasties, the first generation of Emperor Taizong firmly guarded the country of his father, for the future generations of Goethe praise, the second generation of Hongjia Emperor was ordered by the disintegration of the north and south situation, the replacement of the state made her also attracted the attention of the world.

The central and northern rivers and mountains are turbulent, and the Southern Jin Dynasty has been hit hard by the Northern Saiyue clan several times, and still has a foothold in the troubled times, even if the empress relies on the residual power of the emperor to deter the Quartet, the strength of the mother Xu clan should not be underestimated.

Early this morning, the five watch drums sounded, a north wind blew over Lin'an, and the smoke rising from the boilers of countless cooks dissipated in the wind.

In the annex, the princes and princes have not had time to lie on the couch, and the voice of the housekeeper urging the court has been opened in the whole room, afraid that they will be pinched by someone to pinch the handle of "great disrespect" if they are late.

Yuan Lingjun stood in front of the couch, the two maids dressed her in the royal costume of Xuanjiao, and Kunjiao knelt at her feet to tidy up the forbidden steps and wear the jade group. After some dressing and dressing, the sky was already numb, and a few shrike birds could be heard from the maple grove behind the annex.

Thinking that Qu Yi left last night and inexplicably stayed with Fan Xin for a night, Yuan Lingjun only felt goosebumps on his arms. She took Fei Qiong and tucked it in her sleeve, and walked quickly down the hallway.

"Your Highness is here, my lord."

Kunjiao stopped in one of the rooms, looking anxious. Yuan Lingjun glared at her angrily, flicked her sleeves and turned back, and the maid hurriedly opened the door to welcome her in.

Fan Xin's bedroom is not too much furnishings, just a Hanmei screen partition, a low table and two seats are placed in front of the screen, and there is an incense burner on several cases, and the spices in Luzhong have been burned out.

Tianbao presented a few foods, handed over the chopsticks and soup spoons, Yuan Lingjun tiptoed towards the inner room, sat down on the table to concentrate on eating, and had no intention of glancing at the inner room, and there was a tired voice from inside. Yuan Lingjun bit the chopstick, and thought indignantly: If Fan Xin tarnishes the innocence of the son, he will chop him up and mend the wall.

After eating breakfast in a hurry, he leaned lightly to the door of the inner room, lying on all fours against the door, his face pressed against the crack of the door. What to say? Why is there no movement?

At that moment, the doors slammed open in both directions. Yuan Lingjun was defenseless, staggered upside down, and fell into the other party's arms, she shouted "yaa", fluttering to grab his belt, but the back of her head was pressed, her eyes could only stare at the ground, and she couldn't move.

Qu Yi lifted her face, looked at her for a while, looked down at her and smiled: "It's not common to get up so early, have you used the morning food?" ”

He laughed at himself for lying in bed. "Well, I'll wait for my sister to come and go to Hajj with her, but it's a pity that you don't have an official position and can't go." Yuan Lingjun fanned his eyes.

"I just went back to my room to rest. Since the lord is here, why don't you go in and see Fan Langjun, he was injured and infected last night, and the high fever does not go away. Qu Yi straightened her swaying body, and by the way, straightened the yellow tassels on both sides of her placket.

"Okay." Yuan Lingjun pursed his lips, lowered his head to send him out, and looked back at the inner room in confusion.

Qu Yi suddenly turned around and raised his hand to stroke the top of her hair: "Good boy, you can't talk nonsense when you get to the palace, don't speak if you can." ”

Yuan Lingjun stared straight behind him: "It's so annoying." He also pulled the corners of his eyes and grimaced. Qu Yi's back seemed to have eyes, and he caught her small movements squarely.

Yuan Ling looked away with a weak heart and walked into the inner room with a pout. "I heard that Fan Langjun is sick?" She asked aloud.

Fan Xin, who was leaning on the sickbed, was still recalling what Qu Yi said.

When he opened his eyes in a daze, and could clearly feel the pain of the wound, he was sure that what was presented in front of him was a real scene, not an illusory dream. At that time, Qu Yi was sitting under the screen reading and drinking tea, soft as flowing water-like wide sleeves, sweeping a few sides, suddenly the fragrance of tea overflowed, his eyes were shining with crystal light, and it was brighter and deeper against the flickering candle flame, where there seemed to be a hidden heart that no one could tell, as well as a little tiredness and relaxation.

Qu Yi asked him, "Can Fan Langjun tell me frankly?" Can you let go of your family mission and become King Changshan's right-hand man? ”

He hoped that he could become a wing of King Changshan and not an opposing enemy.

Fan Xin's lips trembled, she wanted to cry inexplicably, and her eyes were swollen and pantothenic...... He couldn't agree at all, he had to endure the ridicule and threats from the sovereign, and be Fan Jiang's loyal eyeliner in order to save his mother's life.

"Hey, why are you crying? I didn't even have time to say anything about you. ”

Fan Xin hurriedly left the decoction and fell at the feet of the visitor, tears slamming down on the floor.

"Get up, come over and I'll tell you something."

"Yes." Fan Xin only felt that his head weighed a thousand pounds, and it took too much strength to lift it.

Yuan Lingjun looked at him suspiciously, pulled the shawl on his shoulder, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "The son is not Uncle Xiaohuang's, nor is it yours, he is mine." If you know each other, it's best to stay away from your son. Poked his chest to show where Qu Yi belonged.

Wei Hou hates women, and everyone knows the habits of pampering beautiful young people. Fan Xin was stunned, is the lord ...... Misunderstanding.

Yuan Lingjun walked to the door and said, "Recuperate, don't run around in front if you have nothing to do." Well, that's all for now. ”

This year, Princess Yangzhai's makeup is very popular among the nobles of Lin'an, and the red plum makeup on the forehead has become a new fashion for ladies. The people are not necessarily, but the Jin Palace is full of beauty.

Even Yuan Luo, who has never liked makeup, pays more attention to color and maintenance than before, and today His Majesty saw that she also specially painted appropriate makeup. A pair of long eyebrows especially set off her warm temperament, wearing a dark flower cloud brocade deep coat inside, and a jujube red luan-patterned black collar robe.

Yuan Ling was interested in teasing Yuan Luo, and kept praising her for her good looks, and Yuan Luo, who had always been steady and reserved, was embarrassed, and the flush spread from her cheeks to the base of her neck.

The net whip sounded three times, the inner attendant sang, the palace was silent when it ascended, the ministers stopped talking, and stood on the east and west sides according to the civil and military officials, and waited for the arrival of the holy car with a wat.

Yuan Lingjun bit her lip and held back a smile, sticking out her tongue at Yuan Luo, who was standing behind her.

The holy car had not arrived for a long time, but a person came outside the hall against the light. The eight-foot man, as fierce as an ice stone, rushed towards everyone in the hall with a bloody bloody spirit of a decisive soldier.

He ignored the scrutiny of others, looked around the left and right, but the steady pace under his feet did not stop, he kept walking forward, and probably found the rank of the dynasty to which he belonged, he just glanced at the person who occupied his position, and the person did not dare to come out, and moved his head backwards.

After watching the person finish a qiē, Yuan Lingjun's eyes widened exaggeratedly, and he couldn't help but hold his breath, turned his head and asked Yuan Yuan, "Who is he?" ”

"Drinking near the river, and writing poems. Liudi doesn't remember? ”