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 good 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?

Come to think of it, although the idea has not yet been implemented. But in Concubine De's heart, there was still a trace of murderous intent.

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, you can't move that little obstacle now, otherwise the person surnamed Lin will have no worries, and when he really returns to Beijing, those things back then. I'm afraid I can't hide it 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 use troops. How many people in the clan and students of the Wan family are willing to contribute to this matter? 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...... The one surnamed Lin. Is it dead or not?

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, with long knives hanging horizontally from their waists. While striding with his head held high, he also maintained a posture of immediate 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.

Such people. Concubine De also has it, but it's all fake. There were only the ten military guards in the golden thread lotus cloak that the emperor embraced. It is the martial guard who can really 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.

Since Wang Chi ascended the throne as emperor, he has never worn his general's armor. Ten years of imperial life, although he occasionally took out the big knife that slaughtered countless people, wiped the slightly mutilated blades, touched the iron rings on the handle, listened to the sound of metal collision and thought about the life of the Jin Ge Iron Horse back then, but he never had the opportunity to hold this knife and fight on the battlefield again.

However, although the things in his hand have been replaced by a heavy knife and a writing pen, stained with the tip of the vermilion ink, dotted, scratched, circled, and so countless, nearly ten years have passed, in fact, the number of people who "killed" in this process is no less than when he held the knife.

Over the years, although the way of doing things is different from the past, the meaning and result of the actions are roughly the same as before: overcoming obstacles for the yearning of the heart.

However, the skin and flesh of the body are indeed much smoother than in previous years when they were in northern Xinjiang. Although he has not broken the habit of practicing martial arts every day over the years, he still can't withstand the many affairs of the dynasty, his physical activity is not as diligent as before, his body is fatter, and the joints of his hands are no longer as prominent as before.

But compared to the painting skin that Concubine De carefully maintained and cared for every day, the emperor's hands, even if they were covered with the inside of the palm, would still look much rougher.

When the royal chariot was farther away from the sea, it was "surrounded" from the sight of the dense crowd. The emperor who was sitting upright in the chariot finally had an action other than sitting upright. He turned sideways slightly, stretched out his hand to probe Concubine De's forehead, and then probed his forehead, his face gradually tightened, and said solemnly: "It's so cold, and you still say it's okay?" ”

When Concubine Defu heard him say this, she was stunned at first, and then she came to her senses. It's not that she's slow to react, it's that there are too many other "chores" on her mind before that.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart. Concubine De's heart moved, and she reached out to catch the emperor's hand that probed her forehead just now, but it covered Princess Xinzhu's forehead. At the same time, he said with a smile: "A woman's physique is originally weaker, how can it be compared to the physique polished in the blazing sun." ”

"You...... It's all the masters of a country, and it's still so easy to make a fuss. At the end of the words, Concubine De actually put down her verbal honorific title. Like an ordinary woman, she sneered in front of her husband, regardless of the fact that there was a daughter in the chariot who had grown up to the age of almost her.

But the emperor felt very useful for her words.

He is not a royal family to be elected as a king from birth, and he is a certain habitual concept of the royal family and nobles, and the traces left on him are very shallow. Life in the bitter cold of northern Xinjiang. Let the people of the Wang family be more united, because they know that their home is in the south. There is no longer anything to rely on, if they don't know how to cooperate, the Wang family will really be as those who caused them to be relegated to the north in the first place thought, and gradually fall into this barren land and die.

However, this seems to have been forced to unite the family environment. It makes Wang Chi's growth memory dependence, support and responsibility for his family. There is a strong accumulation and experience.

At the beginning, the Wang family's army was divided into three ways, and finally abandoned the responsibility of guarding the border and the heart of loyalty to the king, and entered Kyoto, also because at that time, under the system of the Zhou Dynasty due to the decay of the bureaucracy, no matter how the Wang family endured and obeyed, it was no longer possible, and for the sake of the Wang family, more than 1,000 clansmen were involved, so they could only rebel!

At that time, I was only thinking about how to survive in the future, but I didn't have time to think about what to do with the emperor's errand.

Later, Wang Chi ascended the throne as the emperor, and now he has sat firmly on the dragon chair, but he still retains and trusts this experience of family in his bones.

By the emperor's side, there was no shortage of servants or courtiers who would kneel and shout long live, and after sitting on the dragon chair for so long, Wang Chi also understood in his heart that imperial power needed authority, but in his own "home", he sometimes still hoped to hear some words without distance.

As a pillow person, Concubine De has a very accurate grasp of his psychology.

Seeing that his hand was controlled by Concubine De and touched his daughter's forehead, Wang Chi did not rush to withdraw his hand, so he stopped for a while. Feeling his daughter's body temperature with his fingertips, he suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at his daughter and said softly: "Qing'er is colder here, is it wearing less?" ”

The face of his father was very close to him, and he retreated from the usual Yan sù Weizheng on his face, Wang Qing saw such a father and emperor, and only felt warm in his heart, and he was in a trance a little.

Then, she raised her hands and picked up the hand that was still covering her forehead, covered her knee and did not let go, and said softly: "Father, the sons have always been like this, but if the words of the father and the emperor are spread, the palace maids who serve the sons and daughters are afraid that they will be frightened." ”

At this time, Concubine De, who was sitting on the side, heard the sound and quipped: "And scare them, lest they become inert after a long time, and use your soft temperament and good heart as a braid handle for their neglect of service." ”

When Concubine De said this, her tone seemed very casual, but when Wang Chi heard this, she thought about it, faced her daughter, and said slowly in a gentle voice: "I usually have a lot of affairs, and I often forget to take care of you. It's a little free at the moment, think about it, the palace maids and eunuchs in the palace are all left over from the previous dynasty, and when our Wang family was in the north in the early years, they never raised such useless slaves. Now you live in the palace, your identity has come up, but you are not as free as before, if there is any slave in the palace at this time, you can't hide it from me, just hold it in your heart, remember? ”

Unconsciously, Wang Chi was also like Concubine De, who put down the emperor's position and honorific title, and his words were full of a father's careful concern for his daughter.

Usually in the palace, when Wang Chi talks to his family like this, he will make the attendants around him far away in advance. At this time, they were sitting in the chariot, and all around them were palace maids and eunuchs, and the guards of honor were all around, which seemed inappropriate for them to speak so considerately. However, when the honor guard was walking, there would be a relatively noisy formation sound, and the warm leather curtain on the outer layer of the chariot had been lowered, and Wang Chi was talking so softly with his family in the chariot, even if it was transmitted outside the car, it had become extremely light.

The father's consideration is delicate and nuanced, but in the soft and concerned voice, there is a faint sense of sharpness.

After listening carefully to these words, Wang Qing's heart tightened a little, and she promised in a low voice.

Wang Chi sighed lightly without a trace, rubbed his daughter's well-proportioned but very thin hand, and said: "You, whatever others say, you only say well, but your body has always been so thin, but you can't hide it from me, and I don't know where you haven't taken care of it." I've been too busy lately, and when I'm free, I'll pick a few days, and our family will eat together every day, and I want to see what the secret is that you don't get fat. ”

Wang Qing's face showed a look of shame and embarrassment, and she lowered her head and said in a mosquito voice: "Daughter Fugen shallow, as soon as she follows her mother, she has always been like this." ”

"You say that, but you are not about to be as ...... as Hong'er" At this point, Wang Chi suddenly paused and stopped the topic without warning.

After a moment of silence, he grabbed one of Concubine De's hands, moved it, and covered it with his daughter's hand, and then put the hands of these two generations in his palm, and then said seriously: "Wanting, you are my wife, Qing'er, Hong'er, and Zhe'er are all treasures given to me by God, no matter how your status changes, you are all my family." To outsiders, I don't lack anything, but sometimes I also want to rely on you. In the same way, you can make me 'fuss' at the slightest mistake. ”

When he said the last few words, his eyes focused on Concubine De Xiao Wanting.

His words, unconsciously, made the eyes of the two women of different generations and identities in the car glow with a layer of crystal.

……

Behind the imperial chariot in which the emperor was riding, there was also a car, on which sat two princes in brocade clothes, namely Wang Hong, the second prince and Wang Zhe, the third prince, mentioned in the emperor's words just now.

The two of them were staring ahead and sitting upright, just like their father. In addition to the royal family style should be like this, this trip, accompanied by the driver, presided over the shipping ceremony, in the public environment, as the royal heirs, they also have the obligation to add glory to their father, and they must not lose their manners.