Telling Zike to rest, Qingyun walked to the table and sat down, picked up the wine jug on the table and was about to pour wine, when a fair-skinned and slender hand stopped her: "You have a cold constitution, and it is not easy to drink strong wine. ”

As she spoke, Mo Xuan conjured a small and delicate wine jug out of nowhere and filled the wine glass in front of her: "Snow Condensation Wine is mild, you will drink it." ”

Picked up the wine glass and smelled it, the elegant and pleasant aroma of wine came to the nose, took a shallow sip, sweet and pure, faintly smelled of snowflakes, Qingyun exclaimed: "Good wine." ”

That night, she only cared about dealing with the courtiers, but she did not taste the snow condensation.

A shallow and ethereal smile appeared on Mo Xuan's lips, which he had personally brewed for her, fusing the snowflakes of the Extreme North Peak with various precious medicinal herbs.

"Princess Yongle decided to obey the concubine's wishes?" Seeing that Qingyun nodded, with pity on his face, Mo Xuan turned his eyes to look at the cold moonlight in the dark night: "Don't worry, the emperor and the Han family will not agree." ”

Looking at the night sky like Mo Xuan, Qingyun said clearly: "Actually, it is not a good thing for Zhilan to marry into the Han family, Taifu and the Han family have a clear distinction between public and private, I believe that they will treat Zhilan well, and Han Gongzi, although there is not much contact, I believe that he is a kind-hearted person." What I'm worried about is Zhilan, she never had the heart to hurt anyone, but now she is in a dilemma of loyalty and filial piety, how cruel is she? ”

"How can you be sure that Han Gongzi is a kind-hearted person?" Mo Xuan said quietly: "You must know that a person who was born with diseases and a person who was sentenced to death will inevitably feel resentment and even a distorted mentality. ”

"He won't."

"Because he saved you?"

"It's not. It's my gut feeling. ”

I still remember that year, in the demonic Manzhu Sawa in full bloom, a ten-year-old boy smiled at the five-year-old girl chasing butterflies, and his smile was clean and bright.

"Courtier Han Mingji has seen the Ninth Princess, the Ninth Princess Jin An!"

Since then, the two will always meet unexpectedly, but they just look at each other and smile.

After not hearing Qingyun speak for a long time, Mo Xuan raised his eyebrows, and then withdrew Mochizuki's gaze to look at her beside him.

The long hair is flying in the wind, the expression is in a trance, Xu is thinking of something happy, the blue waves-like ink pupils are filled with a touch of warmth, and the cold moonlight is sprinkled lightly, as if the fairy of the Yao Palace is in the world, pure and charming, and the hearts of the people yearn for it.

On the other side, the concubine who rushed to Changle Palace after hearing the news stared at Zhi Lan: "What is she doing here?" ”

Waving her hand to signal the palace maids to stand down, Zhilan helped her mother to sit down at the table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to her, and then said softly: "Sister Yun said that she hadn't seen her for a few days, so she wanted to come and see her daughter." ”

"Really?" Seeing that Zhilan nodded, her delicate face was as calm as usual, and although the concubine was puzzled, she didn't say anything.

Secretly glancing at her mother's softened face, Zhi Lan hesitated for a while and said carefully: "Mother, my daughter has something to ask for." ”

"Say."

"I beg my mother to forget the past grievances, let go of Sister Yun, and let go of your mother, okay?"

"Presumptuous!" Suddenly smashed the tea cup in his hand towards Zhi Lan, and Zhi Lan, who was caught off guard, was hit by the tea cup on her forehead, and blood instantly overflowed from the wound, slid across her white cheeks, and dripped on the crescent white dress, and the concubine said sharply: "That slut made you say that?" ”

Ignoring the pain on her forehead, Zhilan knelt down in front of the concubine: "Sister Yun didn't say anything, it was her daughter's meaning." ”

"If you want this palace to forget the grievances, don't you think about it!" After speaking, the concubine slammed the door and left, and ordered the palace maid not to let Zhilan take half a step out of the palace gate.

Looking at the closed palace door, Zhilan sat down on the ground in a dejected manner, tears falling silently.

At the same time, the prime minister sat alone in the study, his face cold and cold.

Obviously, these few things are aimed at him, who dares to go against him?