In the blink of an eye, it was about to return to Beijing, and Meng Combrow was sitting in the carriage wrapped in a thick quilt, only feeling as if he had been shivering.

"Miss, bear with me, just wait until you return to the capital."

Outside the Seyers are sparsely populated, the wind and sand are also big, as long as it is late autumn, it is almost the same as the number nine cold days in the capital, and it is not the kind of dry cold, but the clammy cold that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, even if you hold the brazier and wear a thick cotton jacket, you will feel very uncomfortable.

Meng combs his eyebrows and drinks a bowl of hot ginger soup to warm his stomach, and it will take three days to get to the capital, and I am afraid that these three days will be difficult.

Jing Qicheng stood in the courtyard of the palace with his hands behind his back, and Aunt Song said that everything he ordered his subordinates to prepare had been prepared.

"Well, go and send someone to see how long it will take for the princess to come back."

Aunt Song said with a smile, since Meng Combrow left, the prince has been ghostly, and now that the princess is back, the prince can feel at ease.

The more you go to the capital, the warmer it gets, in fact, it's already winter, and everyone in the capital is holding their heads with their hands, for fear that there will be cold wind pouring into their clothes, but compared with the outside of the city, the current weather in the capital is simply spring.

"Miss, wrap your cloak so that it won't be blown away."

Before she got out of the carriage, Chun Xing hurriedly brought her cloak and wrapped Meng Comb's eyebrows tightly.

Meng combed his eyebrows and rubbed his hands, and just wanted to go back to his room and nest in bed, and he didn't go anywhere.

But as soon as I entered the door, a wave of warmth came to my face.

"It's so warm."

Even Chun Xing couldn't help but marvel.

The room was as warm as spring, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of Meng's nose.

There are peach blossoms and apricot blossoms that can only be found in spring, so where did you get them for such a cold winter?

Meng combed his eyebrows and looked at the furnishings in the room happily, only feeling relaxed and happy.

"Do you like it?"

At some point, Jing Qicheng appeared behind her.

Chun Xing hurriedly took her subordinates out, thinking that the prince and the princess were newly married, and I don't know how much I had to say.

Meng combed his eyebrows and hooked Jing Qicheng's neck, and smiled, he, the prince of the prison country, still had the heart to help him prepare these, and it seemed that his life in the capital was smooth.

"It's been a bit of trouble, but it's all trivial."

Could it be that there will be something that can be difficult to get Jing Qicheng?

Meng combed his eyebrows and tilted his head to look at him and asked, where did these flowers come from.

"Let the minions of the flower house slowly smoke those flowers and trees with carbon fire every day, as long as the temperature is right, the flowers will bloom naturally."

"It's a waste."

Meng combed his eyebrows and bent his fingers to calculate, how much silver does it cost to buy carbon every day, and it is so warm in this room, it must be because of the burning of the earth dragon, and it is really a big part of the silver in winter.

"Little money fans."

Preparing these by yourself is not for Meng to comb his eyebrows and settle accounts.

"Then let me ask you, do you miss me in the capital?"

Meng combs her eyebrows is not like ordinary women who are shy to answer, and sometimes she has to be like Wan Yanduo to be liked by men.

Jing Qicheng smiled slightly, it is better to let himself use his actions to help Meng comb his eyebrows and answer questions.

Outside, the winter is steep, and indoors, the two of them are drenched in sweat.

Meng Combs was afraid of the cold, and kept shrinking in Jing Qicheng's arms, Jing Qicheng's wide chest pressed directly on Meng Comb's body, and bursts of warmth came.

"Mei'er, will you give me a baby?"

The two of them stayed in the room until the next day, and Jing Qicheng didn't get up until he had to go to the court.

He kissed Meng Comb's face affectionately, Meng Comb's eyebrows were still in a dream, but he felt that his face was itchy, turned over and continued to sleep.

When Chun Xing came to serve her to get up, she asked Chun Xing to bring her a cup of hot tea, and then opened the dark compartment under the makeup.

The small black pill rolled in the palm of her hand, and she hesitated for a moment to take the pill.

Now is not the time.

After the emperor returned to the court, he found that the government was well organized by Jing Qicheng.

The prince miscalculated, and couldn't help but glance at the ministers present.

The minister can't help it, after all, Jing Qicheng has clever methods, and their old bones really can't stand the toss.

Above the court, Jing Qicheng has the potential to fight against the prince, and the prince wants to get rid of Jing Qicheng more and more, but he can't catch Jing Qicheng's mistakes for a while.

Mu Ying brought back a palace maid from outside the Saiwai, and she was very pampered, which made Meng Xiangrong's already miserable days even more sad.

She is the head of the house, but her husband sleeps with the concubine every day, and no one in the Mu family cares about her life or death, although the Mu family has a lot of her food and clothing, but she is like a transparent person, even if she is dead, no one cares.

In the past, there was the Yue family at home to protect her, but now Meng Xiangrong can only rely on herself.

And the worse thing for her is still to come, the red sleeves are nauseous and want to vomit after returning to Beijing, and the doctor said that she was happy after coming to see it.

This news undoubtedly slapped Meng Xiangrong in the face.

The concubine was pregnant before the main mother, didn't she tell the people in the capital that she Meng Xiangrong couldn't have children and was not favored by her husband?

Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, and this matter quickly spread, and everyone in the capital said it as a joke.

Concubines are naturally uncommon, but it has only been a few days since they got married, and the concubines even have children, but it is really unheard of.

Some people also think that the Mu family spoils the concubine and kills his wife, but Meng Xiangrong has a bad reputation, and the Yue family is also corrected by the stepfamily, so public opinion is also biased towards the Mu family.

Meng Xiangrong would cry and complain to the Meng family, but was reprimanded by Meng Guogong, saying that she couldn't serve her husband well and lost the face of the Meng family.

Don't look at Meng Comb, King Chen now treats her as a treasure, why is there such a big difference between the daughters who are also married?

was neglected in her husband's family, and she was scolded by her father when she returned to her parents' house, Meng Xiangrong only felt that she didn't even have the courage to live now.

"Rong'er, it's all bad for your mother, if your mother can fight for it, she won't let you marry into the Mu family."

Poor Yue now has no place to speak in front of Meng Guogong, and she can't protect herself, let alone help her daughter.

"Mother, I really can't stand it, I'm like a widow now, mother, please let me and Mu Ying reconcile!"

As soon as he heard this, Yue hurriedly asked his daughter to dispel this idea.

In Qingguo, the woman who is separated has no second way to go except to go to the temple to become a nun.

Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, how can Meng Xiangrong bear that sin.

"Rong'er, you heard my mother say that people's hearts are flesh and blood, doesn't that little concubine have children? Don't be afraid, just act as if nothing happened, and take good care of her, you know? ”

No matter how much Meng Xiangrong is not treated by the Mu family, she is always the wife of Mu Ying, as long as she does not commit the seven rules, she will not be abandoned.