Nanzhao followed most of the ritual systems of the previous dynasty, and the three industries of benevolence, filial piety, and etiquette were completely inherited, and the royal family set an example. In the future, if it really comes to the day when Concubine De is crowned, it is also necessary for all the imperial heirs to call her the queen mother.

Concubine De seemed to be distracted by something just now, and when she heard the sound and looked at the princess, it was not until she saw the princess's slightly frowning brows that she seemed to come back to her senses and immediately let go of her hand.

Immediately, she grabbed the princess's hand again, covered it in her palm, stroked it gently, and said softly, "Does it hurt the princess?" It's all the mother concubine who is not good......"

At this time, the emperor, who had been sitting upright and looking ahead, also looked sideways, looking at his wife and daughter, the sense of responsibility and care in his heart as a husband and father had not been completely wiped out by the supreme power because of sitting on the throne, his eyes slowed slightly, and he said softly: "What's the matter?" ”

The tender concern in the words is as delicate and appropriate as when the young couple closes the door and whispers.

Concubine De bent her fingers and gently pressed the corner of her forehead with the back of her hand, and said apologetically: "The concubine is a little dizzy, maybe she is a little unaccustomed to the seaside environment." I thought I was going to fall just now, and I couldn't help but be nervous, and I pinched Qing'er's hand, I'm really sorry. ”

The emperor's eyes moved slightly, his voice tightened slightly, and he immediately said: "Pass the imperial doctor......

He only said half a syllable with the word "royal" before he was stopped by Concubine De. She shook her head lightly and said, "Your Majesty, the concubine is really just slightly unwell. It's Hong'er, he has always been weak, he was standing next to his concubine just now, and the sea breeze was also blowing, I don't know how it is now. Hong'er is a smart and kind child, but in her own affairs, she always loves to support her...... Your Majesty should hurry back to the palace and don't delay the time on the road any longer. ”

At the mention of his second son, a ray of melancholy flashed in the emperor's eyes, and he quickly returned to normal. After a moment of silence, he nodded. At the same time, he also 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 allow the wind to be hindered in the slightest. People who are on the beach can feel the sea breeze blowing all the time. Today, the wind from the sea is moderately strong, but when the sea breeze blows on the path of the royal guard of honor back to the palace. Because of the low terrain of a stretch of the road, the wind swirled there, tearing a corner of the mist-like curtain at both ends of the chariot.

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

And Concubine De was also at that moment. It was just that she inadvertently looked sideways at the curtain that was lifted by the wind, and she saw the young man with bright eyes but eyes as straight as a torrent in the crowd of people kneeling in the dark in the stands.

Perhaps, a ...... Girlish?

During the maritime ceremony, the observation deck was crowded. After the ceremony was over, almost no one in the crowd was neatly dressed.

Ye Nuonuo had expected this, so he deliberately did it today. Tie all the hair that is usually used to hanging loose into small braids, but after squeezing it randomly, even the braids have 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 transform Mo Ye into a little girl in Tsing Yi, with a fluffy and slightly curly black hair tied up at the back of her head. And tied it tightly into a small ball with a headband, which looked very neat 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, and it was even more messy.

When I was standing before, I could also start to brush my forehead to the back of my head, but now I kneel on the ground, and my hair is lying on my face, gently rubbing it 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, what is the cause of the strange feeling in your heart, and how can it be extinguished?

Even if it is a village girl, she must have a wooden hairpin hair, but Mo Ye's image at this time is not even a little as good as the village girl.

If this scene is a painting made by a painter who is leisurely improvised, Mo Ye may at best be equivalent to a stroke that the artist inadvertently skimmed...... Perhaps, it is just a trace of mistake left by the stroke of the pen when the tip of the pen is turned.

But...... Perhaps it was precisely because she couldn't find anything eye-catching in her that when Concubine De glanced aimlessly in the direction where 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.

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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 shoulders for her to lean on, but in fact, she was only able to get a little closer, removing some of the pressure on her neck caused by the jewels and jade ornaments on her 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 more and more vivid.

It's good to be young!

Concubine De sighed silently in her heart, and the corner of her eyes 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. Her green silk is like ink, and even if the sea breeze on the roof of the sacrifice just now is blowing, it is also 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 emperor's children, only the eldest son inherited the emperor's slightly curly and fluffy hair. However, as the eldest son of the emperor, he died a long time ago, so he 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. So isn't it redundant for the emperor to take the lead?

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

She is only twenty-eight years old this year, and if you want to count it, when the eldest prince dies, she will be nearly two years away from meeting the emperor. 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.