- At the mention of his second son, a flash of melancholy flashed in the emperor's eyes, and he quickly returned to normal. After a moment of silence, he nodded, and at the same time said to Princess Xinzhu, "Qing'er, take care of your mother." ”

Princess Xinzhu hurriedly agreed, turned her head sideways to look at Concubine De, and said softly: "Mother, on the way back to the palace, you still need to bump for a while, why don't you rest on the shoulder of your son for a while." ”

"Thank you for your hard work." Concubine De's face showed a little tiredness, her body was slightly sideways, and she slowly leaned on Princess Xinzhu's somewhat thin shoulders.

The vast and flat sea does not hinder the wind in the slightest, and people who are on the beach can feel the sea breeze blowing at all times. Today, the wind from the sea was moderately strong, but when the sea breeze blew on the path of the royal guard of honor back to the palace, because there was a section of the road on low ground, the wind swirled there, and lifted a corner of the mist-like curtain at both ends of the imperial chariot.

It was in that gap that Mo Ye was able to see the three people sitting in the car.

And Concubine De, also at that moment, just inadvertently looked sideways at the curtain that was lifted by the wind, so she saw that in the pile of people kneeling in the black pressure in the stands, the young man with bright eyes but eyes straight as torrent spring water.

Perhaps, a ...... Girlish?

When the maritime ceremony is carried out, the observation deck is crowded, and after the ceremony, almost no one in the crowd is neatly dressed.

Ye Nuonuo had expected this, so he deliberately tied all the hair that he was used to hanging loose into small braids today, but after squeezing it all the time, even the pigtails had become rough at this time.

A similar situation, embodied in Mo Ye's head, is even worse.

Although when going out. The big girl of the Song Mansion helped to dress Mo Ye into a little girl in Tsing Yi, with a fluffy and slightly curly black hair tied at the back of her head, and tied tightly into a small ball with a hairband, which looked very clean and neat, but at this time she was already a slightly loose hairband, and the slightly shorter broken hair on her forehead was not restrained, plus her hair was not the type that was smooth and soft. It's even more messy.

When standing before. You can also start to brush your forehead with the messy hair behind your head, and now you kneel on the ground, and the messy hair just falls on your face. Gently rubbing the ...... in the wind Mo Ye felt a little itchy on his face, and his heart gradually became a little irritable. The itch on the face can be scratched with your hand, and the strange feeling in your heart is the cause. And how can it be extinguished?

Even a village girl must have a wooden hairpin. Mo Ye's image at this time is a little out of touch with the village girl.

A crowd of kneeling people, dressed in all sorts of colors, if this is the scene. It is a painting improvised by a painter, and Mo Ye's painting may at best be equivalent to a stroke that the painter inadvertently skimmed...... Maybe. It's just a trace of mistake left by the stroke when the tip of the pen is turned.

But...... Maybe it's because of her. I couldn't find anything eye-catching, so when Concubine De glanced aimlessly in the direction she was, she would be detained by her face.

What pure eyes...... As long as you pay attention to a certain place, the light in the eyes will be focused, without a trace of flickering, and the bottom of the eyes is like water in a pool, without waves.

From the perspective of Concubine De's position, it was impossible to understand the slightest trace of affection in Mo Ye's eyes, but when she saw that the pair of lacquered eyes were embedded in that extremely young face, another woman appeared in her mind.

It seems that on the observation deck, it is not a young man in Tsing Yi who is kneeling and quietly looking over, but the woman. She had obviously disappeared completely, but just now, it seemed that she was standing there squarely, looking calmly at this side. And the moment she saw herself, a smile flashed in her eyes, but her pupils were full of indifference.

Concubine De felt a little cool, which grew from the bottom of her heart, and soon her entire back was slightly chilled, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Approaching Concubine De's side, there were several female officials accompanying her outside the chariot. The princess felt the woman leaning on her shoulder tremble, and looked at it slightly, the first thing that caught her eye was a beautifully cut and sewn robe, although the princess was not sure if she was afraid of the cold, but she quickly signaled to the female officer outside the car, and began to lower the fox fur curtain on the outside of the chariot.

The Emperor also raised his hand to sign.

The female officials and eunuchs who were waiting on both sides of the chariot immediately agreed. The fox leather curtain fell, and the scenery on the left and right, along with the figures, was separated.

Not far away, Mo Ye on the observation deck did not pay special attention to this change in the situation on the chariot, because when the fox fur curtain was lowered, the chariot had already traveled out of the area where her line of sight was convenient for peeping.

When the light but warm leather curtain on the periphery was lowered, Concubine De quietly glanced into the square inch again, and saw that the girl in Tsing Yi still occasionally raised her head slightly to look ahead, but at this time, with her position, she could clearly feel that her eyes did not chase over.

Perhaps, the four eyes just now were just their own illusions?

The man's gaze wasn't just at himself? In fact, you are looking elsewhere in the honor guard?

In any case, Concubine De at this time finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But in an instant, there was a sudden burst of irritability in her heart.

It's just a little girl who hasn't grown up yet, why am I afraid of her? Mo said that she can't do anything now, even if in a few years, when she grows up, if she is divided and continues to be a servant of other people's families, it will be fine.

――If you want to make trouble for this palace, when this palace wants her to die, whether now or in the future, it is just a matter of one sentence!

……

She seemed to have forgotten that when she looked at Mo Ye just now, another woman appeared in front of her. Her fear did not come from the girl who could only look at her on her knees at this time, and her body was still very thin, but from the man who was dead.

The living cannot tell when the soul of the deceased will be dispersed, or in other words, they simply do not know whether the soul of the dead can be dispelled by the living, and the fear that the deceased woman brought to Concubine De is therefore eternal.

……

But no matter what, when her thoughts come to this point, the irritation in Concubine De's heart can be reduced a little.

Today she is dressed up to accompany the driver, and at this time, she has not removed the phoenix hairpin to dissolve the cloud sideburns, even if she wants to take a break steadily. Princess Xinzhu beside her recommended her shoulder for a pillow, but in fact she was only able to get a little closer. Remove some of the pressure on your neck from the jewels on your head.

Although she was accompanying her to attend such a grand event, today's Princess Xinzhu is still dressed as usual, not close to lead. However, today she is a little different from the past, and she is finally willing to apply some of the brightly colored rouge, which makes her already fair and delicate face. It's getting more and more vivid.

It's good to be young!

Concubine De sighed silently in her heart. The corner of her eye moved from the princess's face.

If the identity of the princess fades, the fourteen-year-old Wang Qing is just a young girl who waits for the word boudoir and doesn't know what it is. She's as green as ink. Regardless of the Shanghai breeze on the roof of the festival just now, it is as smooth as satin.

Her eyes fell on the black hair that naturally fell from the princess's neck, and somehow she suddenly remembered the cyan figure kneeling in the crowd on the observation deck.

Among all the children of the emperor. Only the eldest son inherited the emperor's slightly curly, fluffy hair. However, as the eldest son of the emperor, he passed away a long time ago. Died young! At that time, the emperor had not yet come to the south!

But later, the emperor still posthumously sealed the throne and title to this royal family who had never seen Yu Qunchen, but until now, the bones of the eldest prince are still buried in the north and have not been moved into the imperial mausoleum in the south. Then the emperor's first approach. Isn't it redundant?

Concubine De didn't know much about these old family affairs of the emperor.

She is only twenty-eight years old this year, if you want to count it. When the eldest prince died, she met the emperor. There are still nearly two years to go. And if the eldest prince lives to this year, he will be about twenty-two or three years old.

Moreover, the life of the eldest prince and her partner's life by the emperor's side are not only separated by a long gap of two years, but also more than a thousand miles between the north and the south.

Concubine De just had some fragmentary understanding of the eldest son of the imperial concubine from others. It is said that the emperor's affection and expectations for his eldest son far exceeded that of his other two sons.

If he can live until now, there is a chance that he will be the candidate for the crown prince.

This treatment, in addition to the fact that he is the eldest son, is still because he was born too early.

When the eldest prince was able to hold up a spear and dance a set of marksmanship coherently, one of his two younger brothers, one of whom had only grown up to the age of being able to stand up straight, and his physique was extremely poor, and he was constantly suffering from minor illnesses. The other one, although very energetic, has not yet been weaned.

In such a situation, with the psychology of being a father, the emperor will naturally pay more attention to the strongest son.

Some people guess that the reason why the position of the queen has been vacant, and the position of the crown prince is still hanging, is because the emperor still has a place for the eldest prince and his biological mother in his heart.

However, Concubine De had also heard another version. This statement comes from within the Wang family, and it is not widely spread, but it has continued in the hearts of several generations of female relatives of the Wang family, and it has never been broken.

It is rumored that only the heirs of the Wang family who have inherited the emperor's slightly curly hair are the purest descendants of the royal family.

Regardless of whether there is a definite basis for this statement, Concubine De herself was fortunate to see that her father-in-law, the emperor's father, Wang Ao, also had slightly curly fluffy hair.

Regardless of whether the emperor agrees with this statement in his heart or not, since there are people with such hair in the three generations of the Wang family, but not all of them are like this, then this statement may be credible. And maybe the emperor's mind may have touched this statement.

But if the descendants of the royal family who inherited this kind of hair quality are a girl, how should the emperor choose?

Even if it is not as exaggerated as the heir to be chosen, the emperor should be very fond of her, right?

Thinking of this, although this idea has not yet been implemented, there is still a trace of murderous intent in Concubine De's heart.

Kill now? Or kill again in a few years? Or keep it.,Keep this little evil obstacle.,Usually the palace is good to find some games to relieve fatigue?

When all the thoughts in Concubine De's mind revolved around the word "kill", she suddenly remembered Prime Minister Shi Jingdi's admonition, and her heart couldn't help but be blocked again. According to Shi Jing's meaning, he can't move that little obstacle now, otherwise the person surnamed Lin will have no worries, and when he really returns to Beijing, he will not be able to hide those things at all.

So if the surname Lin dies first, does it mean that all the problems have been solved?

Hum! If it weren't for Shi Jing's persuasion, how could this palace give up that great opportunity half a month ago? In fact, there is no need for the people of the palace to mobilize troops, how many people are willing to contribute to this matter among the clansmen and students of the Wanjia family? Half a month ago, Bengong just dropped a message and went out, and more than 100 people killed the Lin family.

If the people from the palace went in at that time to make up for a few knives, how could they still let him leave alive?

It's just that...... Is the surnamed Lin dead?

Whether it's dead or alive, I hope that Qingxia girl will bring the news back soon.

Immersed in thinking that only belongs to herself, Concubine De subconsciously moved her body. At this time, she was leaning on someone else's daughter, and she was always not as well served as the palace maid in her own palace, although she moved the angle of leaning slightly, she still didn't feel very comfortable.

When the leather curtains on both sides of the chariot are lowered, only the front can be seen.

Concubine De only glanced ahead, and saw the front of the honor guard palace people, the group of long knives hanging horizontally at their waists, and while striding forward, they also maintained the posture of the sword at any time.

That kind of military attendant was actually arranged in front and back of the entire honor guard, but Concubine De looked at them, and what she really paid attention to was a few people with golden thread flowers embroidered with golden threads on their shoulders.

There are also such people, but they are all fakes. Only the ten military guards wearing the golden thread lotus cloak supported by the emperor are the real military guards who can walk all over the Great Inner Forbidden Palace without hindrance in extraordinary times.

In recent years, although these ten military guards still retain their positions and salaries, they rarely appear in the palace again. Concubine De didn't know if the emperor had decided to abolish this type of martial guard, if that was the case, then the killers she had spent a lot of effort cultivating with a layer of golden thread lotus martial guard's 'coat' would be difficult to find an opportunity to confuse the public and then kill people outside the palace for her.

Shi Jing persuaded her that at least in the past two or three years, she had better not touch the forest cedar. In two or three years, she can afford to wait, but if the emperor withdraws the ten privileged military guards in the past two or three years, or transfers his position, then when Lin Shan returns to Beijing, can he still be as easy as he is now?

Maybe Concubine De didn't even realize it at this time, and all kinds of clues in her mind at this time revolved around one word.

"Kill!"

Just when Concubine De was thinking about how to kill, what to kill, and whether to kill, she suddenly felt the light in front of her dim, and then her forehead warmed. Her mind froze for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she felt the warmth and rough touch on her forehead...... (To be continued)