At night, Xia Yimeng lay on the bed and fantasized about the future with Brother Nan, she has recently been obsessed with the thoughts of Brother Nan and the fantasy of the future, she often dreams of Brother Nan at night these days, but Brother Nan in the dream is very strange, he didn't say a word, just looked at her quietly, his eyes were full of sadness.

Although marrying Brother Nan has always been her dream, but when this day is really coming, she is a little scared, because Brother Nan is the prince, the future son of heaven, he will have a harem of three thousand, even if he loves himself deeply now, but when he is old, how can he tie Brother Nan's heart.

In the picture books that I grew up reading, the queen is a vicious and pitiful character, and she feels inexplicable fear at the thought that she will become a queen one day.

Tonight's Chengwang Mansion is exceptionally quiet, there is no singing and dancing on weekdays, only the melodious flute, Mu Linghan is wearing a white dress and standing in the pavilion in the middle of the lake to play the jade flute, and his slender fingers look even more beautiful against the background of the white jade.

The evening breeze blew the corners of his clothes, and the whole person was beautiful like a painting from a distance.

"The beautiful scenery of a good day, why is the emperor alone here to give a, and he doesn't call for beautiful women to accompany him."

A cynical voice came from behind him.

Mu Linghan put down the jade flute in his hand, looked at the bright moon in the sky, his thin lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"It's so late, you don't sleep in your own house, what are you doing here."

Mu Linghan turned around and looked at Mu Zixiao, who was leaning on the pillar and drinking.

"I can't sleep, Mu Aonan wrote today, saying that the disaster has been controlled, and the victims have also been arranged, and it is estimated that he will be able to return to the palace in half a month, and his father will definitely reward him well when he returns, and his position as the crown prince will be more stable, why can't this opportunity to show his ability in front of his father always fall on me." Which point is I worse than him, why can he be the prince and I can't, everyone is also a concubine, why is there such a big gap! ”

Mu Zixiao's eyes showed frightening hatred, from ancient times to the present, there was a prince who didn't want to be the crown prince, and the desire for the throne seemed to be innate.

"What does this have to do with me?"

Mu Linghan raised his good-looking sword eyebrows, although Mu Zixiao was a man, but when he saw the first beautiful man in Yuedu raising his eyebrows at him, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"The lotus flowers in this lake are so beautiful, but unfortunately no one appreciates them."

Mu Zixiao's seemingly casual words stimulated Mu Linghan with a good knock, because he saw Mu Linghan's eyelashes tremble.

"It's not early, this king is going to rest, you go back to the house."

Mu Linghan waved his hand, his face full of tiredness.

"Then I won't bother Uncle Huang, the Drunken Song Workshop rehearsed a new dance music yesterday, I don't know if Uncle Huang will be elegant to enjoy it with his little nephew tomorrow."

Mu Zixiao knew that he, the imperial uncle, didn't care about politics and only liked to drink and have fun, which was also an important reason why he was able to stay in Zhaodu safely and not be sent by his father to guard the frontier.

"Let's go tomorrow evening."

Mu Linghan stood up and walked past him, but he didn't look at him, he didn't like this nephew very much, because he was too similar to his brother.

The next day, Xia Yimeng got up and saw that it was raining, and she was very happy, which meant that she didn't have to dance, because she practiced in the garden on weekdays, but when she returned to the room after breakfast and saw that the pianist was already waiting for her in the room, the joy in her heart was gone, although she couldn't dance, but the piano could still be played.