"Her mound is under the plum tree, and it is now ten years old." Jiang Dongyu's gaze drifted far away to the leafy plum tree not far away, "Since the death of my mother, the entire palace has never seen the plum tree again, except for here, it is the most resounding one." ”

Qi Fuhan suddenly remembered the woman she had seen when she was young, when she was five years old, she entered the palace for the first time and saw a woman who looked like a fairy fiddling with plum blossoms with her own hands. Could she be ......

"Your mother is ......," Qi Fuhan frowned.

"Concubine Nan." Jiang Dongyu word by word.

As soon as the words came out, Qi Fuhan suddenly felt extremely familiar. Concubine Nan, it seems that she has heard it somewhere. By the way, she remembered that the day when she went to the palace ten years ago, it happened to coincide with the difficult birth of the emperor's favorite concubine. If she remembers correctly, the emperor's favorite concubine is Concubine Nan. Don't...... What day did Concubine Nan die? My mind is a little messy, and I have a delusion that I can't figure it out.

Looking at Qi Fuhan's suddenly silent expression, Jiang Dongyu's face was extremely contemptuous.

Apparently, she remembered.

It seems that she has not completely forgotten.

It's good, it's good, in the end, her heart is still hot.

At that moment, Qi Fuhan suddenly felt like he was being played, as if he was being played with in the palm of his hand, or he was scraped by someone with a suspicious gaze. The four eyes are facing each other, cold and unwarm to each other.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, as if it had dropped to freezing.

A delicate cry suddenly came from outside, "Fourth brother is really, staying here alone makes it easy for Lin'er to find." If you don't come again, your mother will cry urgently. ”

As soon as the words fell, a pretty figure trotted all the way from outside the palace. But she was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, dressed in a brocade dress and mopping the floor, and the smile on her face was like a spring breeze. She is the fifth princess - Jiang Yulin, born to Lin Zhaoyi. Jiang Yulin blinked her bright eyes, and in the blink of an eye, she had already run to Jiang Dongyu.

Without saying a word, he grabbed Jiang Dongyu's arm, Jiang Yulin said extremely kindly, "Fortunately, Lin'er thinks that the fourth brother will come here first every time he enters the palace, otherwise he will really turn the palace upside down." ”

"How can I still be a child's temper, and I haven't grown in the slightest over the years." Although Jiang Dongyu spoke lightly, his eyes were full of soft light, and such a look was rarely seen.

"The fourth brother will say that I, and now I am also a family, don't I still look empty and empty." Jiang Yulin's eyes suddenly sparkled, "If it weren't for the queen not allowing me to leave the palace, the fourth brother would have gotten married that day." ”

Jiang Dongyu smiled, slightly bitter, "What if you go?" ”

Qi Fuhan looked down, turned around and walked towards the palace gate, not taking Jiang Yulin in his eyes at all.

"Hey, are you my fourth brother's princess?" Jiang Yulin pouted. Although her mother Lin Zhaoyi is not favored, the emperor loves Jiang Yulin, the fifth princess, very much, and has been spoiled since she was a child. Therefore, Jiang Yulin's temper is a little arrogant and a little eccentric.

A slight sneer spread at the corner of his mouth, Qi Fuhan didn't intend to say anything to her, and he had nothing to say. Take a step forward and continue walking towards the door.

Who knew that Jiang Yulin suddenly rushed to Qi Fuhan, her eyes widened angrily, and she said loudly, "You are the fourth princess?" The second daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion? ”

Slanting at Jiang Yulin, Qi Fuhan's eyelashes were raised, and his delicate jaw was raised slightly. Jiang Yulin is not tall, and now Qi Fuhan's posture is becoming more and more short, which makes Qi Fuhan as arrogant as a god. The red lips opened slightly, and the color of the eyes made people tremble slightly, "Why don't you ask me directly, is it the niece of the queen's mother?" ”

Since ancient times, there has always been no escape from a fighting word.