The first day of February in the fourth year of the Tang Dynasty.

Changan.

Changsun Mansion.

Early in the morning, the eldest grandson Wuji sent someone to the palace to ask questions before coming back. After getting a quasi-letter, his reaction was strange. At first, he was silent for a long time, then he smiled, and finally, the heir went to the palace to hand over the leave of absence, and as soon as he asked, it was a month's illness.

"The master is going to avoid the edge of the queen for a while."

In the back garden, Wei Shentong followed the eldest grandson Wuji, who had already slightly stiffened his back, and said lightly.

"Avoid? Why avoid it? ”

The eldest grandson Wuji leisurely watched a group of little grandchildren playing swings in the garden, chasing jade-colored rabbits running all over the ground, and smiled very pleasantly.

Wei Shentong was stunned: "Isn't it?" ”

"What is it? The old man didn't understand what you were talking about. ”

Looking back at him, the eldest grandson Wuji smiled very indifferently, turned around, walked under the corridor, picked up the youngest granddaughter, coaxed and coaxed in his arms, and hooked a little sweet food with the tail of his fingers to taste with her, and then said: "These things, does it matter if the old man accompanies Xiao Jiao'er to eat snacks?" ”

The little girl replied softly: "It doesn't matter! ”

The eldest grandson Wuji immediately laughed and said, "Yes! It doesn't matter! Compared to eating snacks with Xiaojiao'er, these things don't matter! It doesn't matter! ”

For a time, the whole courtyard only listened to laughter.

Wei Shentong sighed, bowed, and turned to leave.

When he walked out of the hospital, he looked back, hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head and left.

Afternoon.

Tai Chi Palace.

Inside the Rizheng Palace.

Mei Niang closed her eyes and leaned on the couch, rubbed her forehead, and said softly: "That's all you say?" ”

"That's all."

Minghe said softly: "Anything else, there is nothing to say." It's just a case, according to what the man said, looking at Uncle Yuan's demeanor, it seems to be extremely serious. Come to think of it, I'm afraid it won't be long before I leave him to hide. ”

Mei Niang slowly lifted her long eyelashes, and between her eyes, she smiled faintly: "Confession? But it may not be possible? If the eldest grandson Wuji leaves the Tang Dynasty, then where is the eldest grandson Wuji? You underestimate him too much. ”

Slowly sitting up straight, she hugged the flowing clouds in her arms, and said leisurely: "After all, he is Uncle Yuan!" ”

Minghe was stunned, raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "What does Niangniang mean...... Uncle Yuan's move is just to let Niangniang relax? ”

"Yes or no......" Mei Niang sat up straight with a smile, but after thinking about it, she suddenly asked, "What about Hong'er?" Still guarding his father's side? ”

"Yes. Since that day, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was not allowed to enter the court for some reason, and was not allowed to serve the decoction on the side of the Lord's pillow, he never left the Lord for half a step. ”

"Then you can't blame him. After all, Huaiying's case is a big one. It was time for him, His Royal Highness the Prince, to go down and take a look, see it, and break it. What's more, it was Jiro's personal order, so he could take a three-day break and be sure to investigate the big case in Yinjia Village. ”

Mei Niang said lightly.

Minghe also nodded: "That's right." It's just that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can't help but feel hurt in his heart, and when he sees the Lord in the past few days, he is full of tears, and he also grinds the Lord to the point that he has lost the slightest anger. After all, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is the heart of the Lord, and he is reluctant to beat or scold. ”

"He has today, too."

Mei Niang snorted faintly.

Minghe looked at her and whispered: "That Niangniang, you still have to ...... with the Lord today"

"Sleep separately."

Dropping these words, Mei Niang sat up straight and shouted Qinghe.

Qinghe came in and asked, "Niangniang, but you want to see the sparseness?" ”

"The one who can see it, tossed himself so much that he can only paralyze inside, and he can't see it. If the palace doesn't look at it for him, won't it be a big deal? Take it! ”

Listening to Li Zhi's loud remarks in and out of the voice, Qinghe just subconsciously glanced at the apse, saluted, and hurried to the apse.

In the apse, Li Zhi, who was reprimanded by Mei Niang as "tossing and struggling to be paralyzed inside", was lying between piles of soft pillows, lying on his stomach with his baby son Li Hong, who was known as "tearful and crying, he couldn't give up and scolded and didn't give up", his feet were almost up to the sky, swaying a plate of dim sum in his left hand and a wild note in his right hand, eating dim sum and reading idle books!

On the small couch table on one side, there are piles of folds, almost one person high. A few waiters were really helpless, so they had to pin the dust behind their waists, surrounded them, and held them firmly, waiting for Li Zhi to take a look, and let them stand less.

But Li Zhi never looked back at all.

Even those servants could only look at him pitifully, their eyes full of pleading.

Looking at these two faceless father and son, Qinghe shook his head, but stepped forward and said softly: "Lord? ”

"Huh? Yes! It's you! I was so scared. ”

Li Zhi, who was so frightened that he almost choked, turned his head to see that it was him, rolled his eyes angrily, and then immediately raised his eyebrows: "Are you willing to see it?" ”

"Yes."

Qinghe sighed helplessly, and couldn't help but persuade: "Lord, in fact, this sparseness, if you really let the mother see some, it doesn't hurt, but if it's too much......"

"That's fine. You just carry it away. ”

Li Zhi interrupted him and said happily. Then he looked at Qinghe and shook his head wordlessly again, and he stepped forward to command the few servants who were overjoyed when they heard Li Zhi's holy order, and took the fold to the front hall Mei Niang.

Seeing that the couch next to him was empty, Li Zhi was in a happy mood, and then turned his head and asked Qinghe, who was about to leave: "Then ...... tonight?"

He didn't finish speaking, but Qinghe already knew what he meant. Originally, he would have said it tactfully. Anyway, it won't make Li Zhi lose face too much.

But today's situation really makes people too angry and sympathetic to Mei Niang, so he said lightly: "Back to the Lord, Niang Niang has already said, or sleep separately." ”

Then, regardless of Li Zhi's handsome face that immediately collapsed, and Li Hong, who immediately slapped the bed and laughed when he heard this, he turned around and came to the front hall.

Leaving a gritted tooth Li Zhi, stunned for a while, suddenly annoyed, and kicked his son who was laughing too much to the bed, and kicked it on the soft blanket in front of the bed.

At the same time.

Front hall.

Mei Niang rubbed her forehead, looked at the stacks of folds held by the few little waiters who rushed in, and then sighed: "Haven't you seen it?" ”

"Yes."

"Has he seen the fold in the past few days?"

“…… Not. ”

Qinghe bowed his head, very hard, as if trying to hide himself from the next wave of anger.

But he waited for a long time, and he didn't see it, so he couldn't help but be a little surprised, and looked up slightly, but saw Mei Niang holding a fold, page by page, looking at it one by one, and at the same time took a red pen and criticized it one by one.

“…… According to the words of the palace, Hong'er is so old, it is really not suitable to eat those soft and greasy pastries. What's more, his father is also sick, and he is not allowed to eat such a thick thing. Therefore, from now on, all the refreshments in the apse of the Lizheng Hall have been suspended! When his father is well, it is not too late to bring in again. ”

“…… Be. ”

Qinghe swallowed his saliva, and he could already imagine the appearance of the sweet-loving Li Zhi jumping like thunder.

But this is not the end, Mei Niang just finished approving one book, and replaced it with another one, and then another explosion thunder was thrown over: "Also, since Hong'er is concentrating on serving his father's decoction, those miscellaneous volumes such as wild records and biographies...... No, all the books should be removed from the inner sanctum! Those things are all treasures handed down by the first emperor. If you spill something like a decoction, it will be completely ruined. It's not just a decoction, but the apse is full of memorials left by the first queen. If he ruined a little bit, his father would be heartbroken. All the piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings were withdrawn. In this way, his father can recuperate. It can also be better and faster. Those two snow swords, these days are also arranged, to bring back to the back garden. It is not advisable to get these beasts in the sick. ”

“…………………… Be! ”

Qinghe swallowed his saliva and responded in fear, while reminding himself for the thousandth time:

Anyway, anyway......

Mess with the heavens and the earth, don't mess with this queen mother!