After two years in the harem, the joy of pregnancy came again, and there was no doubt that a small pebble was thrown into the calm water and rippled layer by layer, and the water waved the leaves and fell flowers.

The summer wind blows the fragrance of lotus, the wicker is green and green, and the plantain is not yet red.

The new concubines in the harem are all panicked, but the other thing that comes to mind is that Lin Guifei is pregnant, and it is difficult to serve them closely, but they will not fall into their opportunity.

In an instant, the harem was very lively, with flowers blooming every day, and the flowers were brocade and willow waists.

Inside the Phoenix

"Niangniang, if we don't act, wait for the wild seed to jump out of the belly again, then Your Royal Highness will really miss that position, if you don't be ruthless, you won't be able to find a good opportunity in the future. Niangniang has to think twice about the words of the old slave. ”

"This palace knows that Mama thinks about this palace, but now don't say that the slut doesn't go out of the palace gate for half a step, and even the Qingshui Hall is surrounded by an iron bucket, and half a person can't be inserted at all, even His Majesty is holding that slut to death, and he can't find a chance to start at all." Queen Cui just thought of this and had a headache, and the little thumb with tortoiseshell agate gilt hollow finger sleeves was lightly perforated on the table of the small rosewood green snail Ruyi Eight Immortals.

On the side is a set of children's enlightenment books and a cup of tea cup with only half a sip.

"If no one comes out, we will not create an opportunity to lure the snake out of the hole." Mama Lan thought of a plan in her heart, and with a smile on her face like an autumn chrysanthemum, she hurriedly stepped forward with her ears covered.

The palace people who were waiting in the hall had already retreated, and even outside the hall sent people out to guard, Queen Cui couldn't help but show joy in her heart when she heard this, and then clapped her hands and smiled.

"Well, that's a good idea." There was a glint of resentment in his dark eyes.

"Being able to serve the mother is a blessing for the old slave."

On the day of the Begging Festival, Lin Chaoge's belly had already been pregnant for six months, because he begged for a long time, and he had the only opportunity to go out to let off steam, because he had begged for a long time, and he had written a mistake-confessed draft for more than ten days and the grinding of sweet words, so he cherished it very much, and prepared the parent-child clothes to be dressed in advance before the day of the Begging Festival.

Lin Chaoge got up early that day, and lay on the bed and rubbed for a long time before calling green water to put on his makeup.

The bead curtain swayed, the flower shadows swayed, and the refracted sunlight passed through the layers of branches and treetops, falling on the colorful paintings full of shadows.

"Concubine Ai got up quite early today." Bai Qingxing waved the subordinate who was about to come forward to ask for peace, sat on the Baifeng multicolored silk embroidery stool, staring with some interest, even if it was only a thin layer of delicate peach blossom pearl powder, it was still a delicate face that was fascinating, with pale pink narrow eyes and tails, lazy like a cat.

Look at the beauty under the moon, the more you look at it, the more beautiful it is, and the day is more beautiful.

Bai Qingxing was very glad that he had the last laugh back then, even if he used the unbright lower three indiscriminate feelings, he had no regrets, otherwise he would have missed it in front of him. It is difficult for him to guarantee that he will not be accused of robbing his courtier's wife, and his words are so beautiful that he deserves to have the best and most noble things in this world.

"Your Majesty, is this a compliment to the concubine or a lazy concubine." Lin Chaoge has already put on his makeup, and at the moment he is eating a small bird's nest hibiscus cake one by one, and the tail of his eyes is swept up, and the room is full of glamour.

Now the sun outside has already risen three poles, no matter from which point of view it is not early, but people who are interested still like to open their eyes and talk nonsense.

"You're a two-body person now, and it's normal for you to be drowsy." Bai Qingxing took a few steps forward, half-squatted down and covered his face on her high bulging belly, listening to the fetal movements, his face was full of love and tenderness; "I hope that Concubine Ai can give birth to a daughter as lovely as Concubine Ai this time."

Lin Chaoge rolled her delicate eyes when she heard this, slapped away her big hand holding her waist and was about to make a monster, and said coquettishly; "It's hard to become a concubine, if this baby is still a skin boy, Your Majesty won't like it, Your Majesty, you are just a woman over a man."

"Wherever it is, as long as it is born to a concubine, I will naturally be happy." Bai Qingxing listened to the fetal movements for a while before he stopped continuing to make stupid movements; "It's just that I like daughters more than my sons, especially daughters who are as similar as my concubine, Xiaoxiao has been talking in my ear about having a little sister."

"Hehe......." Lin Chaoge could only smile euphemistically, after all, it is up to fate to give birth to a boy and a girl.

The seventh day of the seventh lunar month of the Qiqiao Festival, also commonly known as "Qixi Festival", also known as "Daughter's Day" and "Girl's Day". And the so-called begging skill, but to the moon needle to ask for skillful hands, Qixi tonight to see the blue sky, morning glory and weaver girl across the river bridge.

Since Wang Xifeng was transferred back to Chang'an, he has hung up a position in the Ministry of War.

"You said that today's begging festival, that Miss Cui Jiabiao will come out together." Wang Xifeng always felt that since he separated from Miss Cui Jia that day, his heart was empty as if he was missing a piece, but he couldn't say where he came from, that is, he couldn't do anything. From time to time, I even popped up in my mind which Miss Cui Jiabiao who had only had a few faces, who was delicate and charming like a poppy, fascinated by food, and lost her soul.

Especially in Liuyang, I found a portrait of the Miss Cui family and what I had done before, and the appearance was a little similar to the person, but there was a strange feeling that could not be said, I originally wanted to visit the Cui family the next day, but before the person passed, I heard Miss Cui Jiabiao pray for the blessing of the deceased mother, lived in Feng'an Temple, and would not come back for a while.

And the most peculiar thing is that the Miss Cui Jiabiao in the portrait is completely different from the Miss Cui Jiabiao seen in the forest where the person is located, if the painting is like five points, the person is seven or eight like, and even the other handkerchiefs that are good with it are all Qing Shui Snow Lotus, Qing Gao Yue Han. It's completely incompatible with that ladyboy's charm.

Among them, two possibilities are not ruled out, one is that the people seen in the forest that day are fake, and the other is that the comments of Miss Cui Jiabiao are all fake, but whether it is true or false is not in the case of seeing people now, it is not good to make a decision.

After a long time, this heart also rested, but it was only rekindled when he heard that Miss Cui Jiabiao had returned to Cui's house a few days ago, and even the secret thoughts that had been deliberately suppressed by him and hidden in his heart were gushing out like a tide, and they were out of control.

Even early in the morning, he shaved the messy beard on his face, washed off his stains, and replaced several large buckets of water. The face is oiled, and although the skin is not very fair, it is tinged with honey shredded chicken wing yellow, which is particularly attractive, and it is a little more yang than the handsome Langjun of Manjing.

Wearing a snow-white trim embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns, the autumn fragrance pigment osmanthus moire shirt complements the mutton fat jade hairpin on his head. Tall, crowned hair, long as flowing water, followed behind his back, his head tilted slightly, his back against the dark wall. A tall nose, thin pale pink lips, and sword-like eyebrows flew diagonally into a few strands of black hair under the corners of the sideburns.

Pulling a gold fan with a black jade pendant in his hand, he cleverly brought out the extraordinary figure of a gorgeous nobleman. The smile is quite a bit of the merry young man who rode a horse and leaned on the bridge back then, and was full of red sleeves. The chin is slightly raised, and in the middle of the apricot-shaped eyes, the galaxy is brilliantly bright. There is a white beast pattern belt tied around his waist, and a messy sachet pinned to his waist that he doesn't know from his hand, and a green jade pendant that is warm and natural in his hand, the tall and elegant figure is all eye-catching.

Since Lin Chaoge's death, Liu Yang has seen the young master who grew up like a dog for the same time, and he has a bit of sadness as an old father, and he secretly made up his mind in his heart, no matter whether the Miss Cui Jiabiao is a good person or not, he has to ask for it for the young master, just because the Lord Lin who died with his appearance is too similar.

Even when he looked at the young lady Cui Jiabiao, he would occasionally be stunned, and his face was full of astonishment.

"Lead the horse to General Ben." Wang Xifeng took a self-portrait in the mirror for a long time, reached out and touched his chin, and then opened his mouth and smiled to reveal eight neat snow-white teeth, I don't know if Miss Cui Jiabiao can still recognize him.

It seems that as long as he thinks of that Miss Cui Jiabiao, that originally dead heart can't help but beat strongly, just because that person is too similar to Lin Yan, even if it is a completely different personality and approach, it seems that he is simply the same person in his eyes.

If Miss Cui Jiabiao stood in front of him now and told him that she was actually Lin Yan, he would probably nod his head in agreement without thinking, after all, there are no two identical snowflakes and leaves in this world.

"Master, today is the Begging Festival, why don't you go and put on a carriage." Liu Yang thought that the streets were full of noble ladies today, and his young master rode a horse, what if the horse went crazy halfway.

Even if he believes that the general's riding skills are first-class, he is not afraid of 10,000 in case, and if he really meets that Miss Cui Jiabiao, he can't invite someone to ride a horse with him, which is really incompatible with etiquette, and he can't help but stretch his long face as an old father.

"Master, there is a sentence that Liu Yang guy is not wrong, you set the carriage and go, if you meet the Miss Cui family, you can sit together, not to mention that you are still cousins, even if you sit in the same carriage, nothing will come out, otherwise you rode over, and that young lady took the carriage again, it is inconvenient for you to have a few words with her." Shuyan hurriedly pushed Liu Yang aside, and raised his hand to help Wang Xifeng go out.

He didn't forget that his grandfather had just fought with him a few days ago because he heard someone scolding the original Lord Lin behind his back, and his grandfather just didn't believe that he hurt his waist at most, but that person couldn't even get out of bed now, not to mention that even if he suffered a loss, he didn't dare to sue the emperor, after all, everyone knew that it was a thorn in His Majesty's heart.