Chu Junlan hummed and continued to sleep comfortably. The weather had just entered winter, but the equipment in the Heart Cultivation Hall was very warm because of the equipment of the Warm Pavilion, Chu Jinrong was holding a pen to review the folds, and at the same time glanced at Chu Junlan lying on the couch, covered with a fox fur, and his handsome and cold face also looked extremely soft because of the charcoal fire next to him, and it also contrasted Chu Jinrong's gradually loveless side face.

He buried his head in the review for a long time, and suddenly found a striking red paper under the pile of folds, he was puzzled, so he pulled it out and looked at it, and found that it was the marriage book of the son of Fukang and the scholar, and the golden font on it was particularly eye-catching.

Pregnant!

Chu Jinrong's heart moved slightly, and he rolled his eyes and counted on his heart.

He pretended to be surprised and picked up the marriage book, and asked Chu Junlan: "Father, when did you order a family affair for Fukang, but the sons and daughters didn't know. ”

When Chu Junlan heard his question, he slowly opened his eyes, turned sideways slightly, looked in his direction, and said in a lazy tone: "I discussed it with your queen mother a few days ago, and I thought that I would let you know in two days." But if you see it today, it doesn't hurt. ”

Thinking of Fukang's resistance to the marriage contract the day before yesterday, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Chu Junlan's words were equivalent to an indirect admission, which made Chu Jinrong a little surprised, after all, she had been shelving her marriage on the grounds that Fukang was still young, and now she was suddenly set, which felt unreal.

"The son of a scholar, I also had a relationship with him, he is too dull, Fukang is innocent and lively, I'm afraid the two won't get along." Chu Jinrong sighed sincerely.

"You know what? Whether the personalities are compatible or not, it is natural to know when they meet. Chu Junlan raised his eyebrows, his voice was neither salty nor light, "The son of a scholar is an upright person, and I believe that he will be a good colt." ”

Seeing that Chu Junlan spoke so highly of him, Chu Jinrong chuckled in his heart, his father's reaction was most likely to ask Fukang not to marry him.

"Why does my father think so much about the son of a great scholar? Erchen remembered that he was not a powerful minister. Chu Jinrong asked directly.

Chu Junlan closed his eyes, and his voice was careless, "Although Fukang has reached the age of marriage, I and your mother hope that she can live happily by our side for the rest of her life. The son of a scholar is far away from the government and the opposition, and he is knowledgeable, so he is the best candidate for Fukang. ”

Chu Jinrong listened to his words, narrowed his eyes slightly, and fell into deep thought.

At night, Li Qiuchi and Chu Jinrong both returned to the palace, and after some discussion, they quickly thought of a good countermeasure.

In the early morning of the next day, Chu Jinrong invited the son of a scholar to the palace and enjoy the flowers in the imperial garden.

It was the early winter, the air was already slightly chilly, and the calm lake rippled with the breeze, so there was another bleak wind, but the scenery in the imperial garden was still as charming as spring, and the flowers were secretly fragrant under the gentle cold wind.

"Du Chen, what do you think of the scenery of this imperial garden?" Chu Jinrong and Du Chen walked side by side, strolling through the garden, chatting with each other.

Du Chen stopped, took a deep look, and said in a respectful tone: "Back to His Royal Highness the Prince, the scenery of the Imperial Garden is pleasant and beautiful, and it is ingenious, and Du Chen admires it even more in his heart. ”

Chu Jinrong twitched the corner of his mouth, "...... You don't have to be so restrictive, you just have to say what you think. ”

Du Chen looked up puzzled: "I don't understand, the art of ancient characters is broad and profound, how can it be casual?" Considering the words to answer His Royal Highness the Prince's words is not only respectful of the words, but also of respect for His Royal Highness the Prince. Besides, etiquette cannot be abolished, and the minister, as a courtier of the Great Zhou, should be ......"

"Okay, okay," Chu Jinrong couldn't help but interrupt, very tired in his heart, "This palace knows, there is no need to say more." ”

The two walked through half of the Imperial Garden relatively silently, and suddenly a pleasant laughter sounded in the distance, Chu Jinrong raised his eyebrows slightly and walked forward.

Du Chen also followed, and after turning a corner, he saw that a pavilion had been set up by the lake, and Fukang and her maids were sitting around talking and laughing about something.

Du Chen couldn't help frowning when he saw this, but when he saw Chu Jinrong stop, he had no choice but to follow.

Their chatter also fell into Du Chen's ears.

"Oh, I'm tired of hearing all these princesses you talk about." Fukang impatiently interrupted the story of the palace maid, and suddenly smiled: "But this princess heard a novel story yesterday, called "Wutong Rain". ”

Several palace maids were interested and came over one after another.

"Sycamore Rain? It's quite poetic to listen to the name.,It must be a good book.。 Princess, why don't you open the eyes of us slaves? The palace maid's pleasant laughter fell, and everyone echoed it.

"Yes, yes, there are few new words in Chaoyang City, and the slaves and maids are very bored."

Fukang saw their expectant eyes, and felt a little smug in her heart, her eyebrows and eyes were curved like crescent moons: "Listen up." This story starts with a poor family in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the heroine of the story is an abandoned baby......"

She spoke eloquently, several palace maids listened attentively, and only her beautiful and pleasant voice echoed in the pavilion.

The two stood not far from the pavilion for a long time, seeing Du Chen's brows furrowing deeper and deeper, Chu Jinrong suddenly smiled.

"Fukang has been lively and cute since he was a child, and he likes these things with fireworks, so he treats people very kindly." Chu Jinrong deliberately turned around and asked him, "Presumably Du Chen also thinks that Fukang's lively and lovely temperament is pleasing." ”

Du Chen stiffened his face and saluted respectfully: "Back to His Royal Highness the Prince, the minister doesn't think so." After Fang Caichen listened to the story of "Sycamore Rain" told by the princess, he understood what it meant to pile up rhetoric. And the background of the story is based on the Northern Song Dynasty, but there are many places that contradict the Northern Song Dynasty and seriously distort history. The princess decided that she should not listen to these things in the market, lest there be a misunderstanding of her thoughts. ”

Chu Jinrong's eyes were obviously displeased, "What do you mean by this?" Du Chen seems to be very dissatisfied with the princess of this palace. ”

Du Chen lowered his head, and his tone became more respectful, "The minister just thinks that the plaything is demoralized, and the princess should not be with the palace maid all day long, and she has lost her identity." ”

The conversation between Chu Jinrong and Du Chen all fell into the ears of Chu Junlan and the Empress who were not far behind them, and their faces sank when they heard the rebuke in and out of his words.

Li Qiuchi hooked her lips, she should have heard everything they should have heard, she pretended to be surprised and whispered: "Father, mother, since they are here to enjoy the flowers, let's go somewhere else." ”

Chu Junlan calmed his face and waved his sleeves, "Let's go." ”

After speaking, he turned around directly and strode away, and the queen hurriedly followed when she saw it.