"Mother." Huang Yuan looked at Du Yunjin in embarrassment, as if begging her not to implicate her innocent self.

Du Yunjin's gaze stayed on the figure in the curtain, and it wasn't until Qingxiang helped her to walk outside the hall that she suddenly woke up. She can't just give up like this, although she doesn't know why Xiao Yu suddenly became like this, but for both the Du family army and the Rong family army, she must move forward bravely.

"Mother, let's go back first." Although Qingxiang served Du Yunjin when he was in the East Palace, and he had seen Xiao Yu many times, he had never seen Xiao Yu make such a big fire, especially in front of Du Yunjin, he had always been affectionate. This time, she was also frightened, so she hurriedly urged Du Yunjin to leave temporarily with Huang Yuan. "Your Majesty is angry at this time, Niangniang will wait for Your Majesty's anger to subside a little before coming over."

He was angry, he was so obvious, how could Du Yunjin not know, but she couldn't even guess what he was angry about, the person next to her pillow.

Du Yunjin seemed to have given up and was helped out of the dormitory by Qingxiang and Huang Yuan. A few days ago, the beginning of summer passed, and the daylight during this time became more and more vicious day by day. She stood in the courtyard outside the hall, looking up at the white clouds that kept fluttering in the sky. She used to think that the white clouds were fixed somewhere in the sky, but later she learned from Qing Ruofeng that those seemingly untouched white clouds were actually moving slowly, and when you looked at it a second time, it was no longer in its original position. Just like that person, she thought that he had never changed, but she didn't expect that he was no longer the person she knew.

Qingxiang hugged Huang Yuan apologetically, and helped Du Yunjin to walk outside the hall. She was not Du Yunjin, even if she had just seen Xiao Yu's attitude towards him, she didn't dare to despise this chief chamberlain, after all, if he wanted to pinch a little palace maid like her, how easy it would be.

Du Yunjin was helped by Qingxiang to walk out of the hall step by step, and there was a woman's soft laughter in the hall, as well as the man's whispered reassuring and soft coaxing, like every newlywed couple in love.

Why does a person become so fast? She was never able to figure it out, nor did she dare to think about the deeper reasons behind it. She stroked her slightly bulging abdomen, and waited for the child to be born in the first half of the year, and I don't know if she will have a father who loves her by then.

"!" Qingxiang and Huang Yuan exclaimed at the same time, neither of them expected that Du Yunjin would actually kneel in the courtyard and head in the direction of the dormitory.

Although it was early summer, the ground was always cold, and besides, how could Du Yunjin's body withstand such a toss? Qingxiang tried to lift her up again, but she stubbornly pushed her away.

"Niangniang, why are you doing this?" Huang Yuan followed him to the courtyard, not knowing how to persuade him. "You're going to hurt the little prince like this."

Du Yunjin's face was sad, his hands were on his abdomen, and he shook his head gently: "What does Manager Huang think will be the fate of the prince who has lost his mother's family?" ”

What kind of fate will the prince who has lost his mother family be, Huang Yuan, who has been immersed in the palace for decades, naturally knows very clearly, and he can see it clearly if he doesn't say anything from afar. Having a maternal family may cause the dictatorship of foreign relatives, but the prince without a maternal family can rely on the unilateral favor of the emperor, once he loses the emperor's favor, he will become a loner, and his position will become precarious. If it weren't for the support of the Du family and the Liang family, he would never be able to keep the position of the prince, and it would be impossible to become the Ninth Five-Year Prince!

Huang Yuan knew very well in his heart, so he could only be dumbfounded in the face of Du Yunjin's questioning, and he couldn't answer.

"It's not that I'm greedy for power, it's that her maternal grandfather can't die with such a stigma, and she can't be born with the stigma of her mother." Du Yunjin looked in the direction of the dormitory and shook his head again and again. "I'm not making trouble unreasonably, I just want to ask His Majesty to verify my father's grievances and give the Du family justice."

"Niangniang......" Huang Yuan saw that she had made up her mind not to look back, let out a long sigh, turned around and ordered someone to send the cushion in time.

"Thank you." Du Yunjin excused himself, kneeling on the cold and hard ground under the scorching sun, expecting the person in the dormitory to change his mind.

The sunlight is indeed a bit harsh, but it shines on the branches and leaves of the trees on both sides. An ordinary blue cloth sedan chair swayed on Wenqing Road, heading towards the innermost southern suburbs.

The man in the sedan chair occasionally lifted the curtain, glanced at the street outside, and put it down boredly. He was so distraught that he wasn't in the mood to see anything, not even the noisy street scenes of his favorite hawkers.

"Here we are, sir." The sedan chair driver parked the sedan chair steadily, and Changqing opened the sedan curtain and waited for the people inside to get off the sedan chair.

At the age of twenty-eight or nineteen, although he was not born with a good face with red lips and white teeth, he had an elegant bearing between his gestures, and he was also one of the best people in the imperial capital. He shook the folding fan in his hand and nodded at Changqing, who knocked on the door with his famous thorn.

The mighty stone lion town guards in front of the big red mansion gate, and the word "Liang Mansion" hangs above the gate inlaid with a copper lion head. The door plaque is brand new, and you can even smell the faint smell of gold lacquer on it, and it is rumored that this plaque was inscribed by Imagami himself.

The visitor looked at the two words of dragon flying and phoenix dancing, and a faint sarcastic smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This is the mother's home of today's noble concubine, the residence of Prime Minister Liang of the Dynasty, and the holy place that scholars all over the world yearn for, Liang Mansion.

The porter of the Liang Mansion took the famous thorn handed by Changqing and disappeared in a puff of smoke. After a while, another elderly man followed him and opened the door. As soon as he came out, he saw the man standing in front of the sedan chair in the Yushu Linfeng, hurriedly took three steps and two steps in front of the man, and saluted quite respectfully: "Lord Baili, I am invited." ”

The person who came is the hottest young talent in the current dynasty, Baili Guang. He is a legend, King Qing's faction died to death, and was suppressed by suppression, but Bai Liguang, who was regarded as a confidant by King Qing, was not only not given death, but rose to prominence and became the youngest official secretary of this dynasty. It can be seen from this that he is definitely a big celebrity in front of him today, and his future achievements will definitely be no less than today's Liang Xiang.

Although the housekeeper of the Liang Mansion has more status than ordinary junior officials, in front of this young Baili Lord, he can only accompany the life of a smiling face.

Bai Liguang smiled at him and took Changqing into the Liang Mansion.

At that time, Liang Xiang happened to be interested, chose a water pavilion, and was drawing the hibiscus that had just budded in the pool. Seeing the arrival of Bailiguang, he immediately put down the pen and stepped forward to greet him. "Lord Baili."