A few days ago, in the imperial garden, His Majesty, Concubine Yun and the little Royal Highness, the three of them enjoyed the flowers together.

The child was playing around the two adults, and after a while a buttocks fell to the ground, and his mouth was flattened and under the serious gaze of His Majesty, he was aggrieved with tears in his eyes.

He Guifei watched from a distance or close, and finally fled.

She was jealous of Concubine Yun's good fortune and such a clever and lovely child.

I want to get closer to that little Xiaoice Xue's cute child, even if it is from Concubine Yun, whom she doesn't like.

But she knew it wouldn't be possible.

The car stopped, and He Guifei took the hand of the personal palace man and got off the sedan chair elegantly.

When she crossed the palace gate, the sun was in full bloom, and her eyes seemed to be flashing, and she wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and the wetness in her eyes disappeared.

That night, Bizhu untied Zheng Ruoyi's hair bun and waited for her to wash up and come out of the side room, and Qinglan had already laid out the futon in the wide embroidered bed.

Zheng Ruoyi sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Qinglan who was standing beside her, and whispered to Bizhu:

"Bizhu, go down."

The disappointment in Bizhu's eyes flashed, and she bowed down respectfully.

"Qinglan can blame me? Today,"

At the edge of the embroidery bed in the inner hall, Zheng Ruoyi's straight back relaxed slightly, moved some inward, her legs were slightly suspended, and her palms pressed against the edge of the bed.

She tilted her head to look at Qinglan, who was standing quietly on the side.

"The master laughed, how can the slave blame you." Qinglan said helplessly.

There was no response for a while, and when she looked sideways, she saw her master's slender neck raised and quietly watching her.

Under the light, her skin was white and glowing.

Qinglan's tone was calm, and her gaze was also peaceful.

"The master's identity is unusual now, and according to the rules, there should be four personal palace maids.

Qinglan is only afraid that sometimes she can't be busy, or she neglects to affect her mother.

Bizhu has been in the Yunyue Hall for a few years, and she is calm, and she is almost the same as Qinglan, and she and the slave maid serve the master together, Qinglan can also rest assured. ”

"Qinglan, I think you have to look at Zhao'er again, I can't do without you on weekdays, you have to keep vigil at night, I have a wind and grass, you have to get up.

Sometimes the kid and I are picky, and we like to eat what you make, so you have to hurry up and make something to eat.

I'm afraid you're busy and tired.

And His Majesty also thinks that there is only one person around me to serve, and it is a concubine of the second grade, which is a little unusual, this is ......"

After a pause, under Qinglan's calm and respectful gaze, the corners of Zheng Ruoyi's mouth were raised, and there was no tension in her eyes, but there was no smile.

Her body moved slightly, the soles of her feet fell to the ground, her back slowly straightened, and her eyelashes drooped, hiding the emotions in her eyes.

Qinglan is really not angry, in her heart, it is normal for the master to promote the palace people who serve closely.

She is a slave and maid, and she should be happy that her master can trust her confidants, not be jealous and envious.

Blue is really good......

But......

Zheng Ruoyi stood up, bypassed Qinglan on the side, looked at the clear diorama on the dressing table, and looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes were a little stunned.

And at this time, there was a smiling voice in my ears.

"The slave seems to have been spoiled by the master, and I am the only one by your side all these years.

, so the slave has the courage to ask Niangniang to have other trustworthy people in the future, and she can't forget Qinglan.

There must always be a place for Qinglan next to the master, otherwise the slave and maid will be sad. ”

Her tail note is slightly raised, soft and soft, as if she is coquettish.

Zheng Ruoyi's body froze for a moment, and then he looked back suddenly.

Qinglan saw the corners of her master's mouth raised high, and she smiled back, and the bright smile in her eyes was so bright and moving in the candlelight, so joyful.

The two looked at each other and smiled in the soft light, and the faint barrier instantly melted like ice and snow.

Zheng Ruoyi only felt that she was in the brilliant spring light, and her whole body was flowing with warmth. 2018

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Time flies by.

When His Royal Highness reached the age of five, he was extremely lively and active, jumping up and down, and only his mother controlled him a little.

At such a time, Emperor Qianyuan came to see a series of palace people following his monkey-like little highness, constantly shouting.

"Temple! Your Highness. ”

Emperor Qianyuan couldn't help but laugh when he looked at Concubine Yun who came out and stared at her with a pair of eyes and an angry face.

"It's six or five years younger, and it's not good to be in this harem, and I will reward a few minions to go to the prince's office."

Zheng Ruoyi couldn't care about separating from her own son in the future, so she felt that she had been moved a mountain.

But after a major event occurred in the palace, His Royal Highness was postponed from entering the prince's office.

This year, His Majesty's eldest son, one day his condition worsened in the cold, and the imperial doctor of the Tai Hospital repeatedly deliberated on the prescription in His Majesty's anger.

The precious medicines were used one by one, and the palace people served them carefully, and they did not dare to neglect them at all.

The queen also dragged her sick body to comfort the eldest prince personally, but in this way, the palace was under clouds, and the eldest prince still didn't survive a few days and left.

The queen fainted on the spot, and then woke up with an unexpected calm, that is, the whole person exuded death.

Even if Emperor Qianyuan had expected this, he was somewhat sad and comforted his wife.

After the grand burial of the eldest prince, the queen fainted immediately, and then she was also sick on the bed, her body was already exhausted, and she was even more sad than dead.

The queen looked at Emperor Qianyuan, who had faded from his bright yellow dragon robe and looked elegant and gentle in civilian clothes, and she slowly raised her hand.

The palace man immediately placed the soft pillow behind her and carefully helped her up.

And when her hand was about to fall slowly, Emperor Qianyuan finally stepped forward and held her hand.

"Your Majesty, the concubine is leaving."

Emperor Qianyuan's other warm hand covered his thin and weak hand holding the ground.

"What are Zitong's unfulfilled wishes?"

The queen struggled to her feet and slowly moved towards the man beside the bed.

Emperor Qianyuan looked at a face close at hand.

Sallow and bloodless, the corners of the eyes are covered with dense fine lines, the eyelids are low, the whole person is like a bone frame, and the clothes are loose and ugly.

Not to mention that he is used to seeing thousands of charming beauties.

At this time, he did not dislike it, his eyes softly wrapped around the queen's skinny shoulders, and held the person in his arms.

The queen's dim eyes were full of tears, and she felt the warmth on her cheeks, and she closed her eyes, breathing.

"The concubine is leaving, An'er is waiting for me."

"Your Majesty asked the concubine if she had any unfulfilled wishes, but there was no one......

The concubine became the princess, and then the queen's mother, the mother of a country, did not dare to have too close a relationship with her mother's family, and did not dare to have many contacts.

, the concubine has only one wish, if my father wants to send any sister, Your Majesty will refuse it all......"

The consciousness was constantly blurred, and the appearance of his son loomed in front of him in the drowsiness, and all the touches of his body were hazy.

The pain and weakness of the years gradually subsided.

At the same time, the taste of her falling into that gentle embrace is constantly weakening.

Her eyes were closed, and when she heard the muffled voice in her ears, her eyelids moved, and cold tears rolled down.

The immature appearance of the man in my mind, then the vigor of ascending the throne as the emperor, and then the majestic and dignified bearing of controlling the authority of the world......

The ultimatum dissipated.

The appearance of the son is so clear.

Emperor Qianyuan held one hand in front of him, slowly let go, and watched the thin hand in his palm slowly slide down and fall to his side.

The palace people knelt on the ground, and suppressed sobs were heard.

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