"This dress is too showy, you show me that one."

Here, Concubine Shu began to prepare, and at this time, she picked up a stone blue brocade and satin skirt from the tray, compared it on her chest, and put it back.

A clever little palace maid pointed to a royal blue dress and said: "This is a silk gold thread of Shu brocade, the embroidery girl in the palace has been doing it for more than half a month, your skin is like congealed fat, this rich royal blue is just your complexion."

The little palace maid handed her clothes, and Concubine Shu pinched her fingers and hesitated: "Will the royal blue show the old palace?"

"How can you look old, I always think that you are still the girl who boiled soup for me back then."

When everyone heard the sound, they hurriedly knelt down, only to see the emperor coming in from outside the door and looking at Concubine Shu.

"The concubine greets Your Majesty."

The emperor stopped and helped her up, "Don't look old, you look good no matter how you wear it." ”

Concubine Shu smiled and invited him to the upper seat.

The palace of the concubine exuded the smell of rouge powder that had been soaked through the years, and the cigarettes on the small case in the palace were scattered in the air.

The concubine in a white dress was sitting on the small table and cooking tea, and the palace woman had fine lines at the corners of her eyes, looking at the emperor's face quietly.

After a while, she respectfully handed the emperor the cooked tea, but her face was pretending to be anxious.

"Your Majesty, the dust is big, and the concubine who is the adoptive mother shouldn't have said anything more, but there are mothers who don't worry about their children, and this hunting trip is when the beasts in the mountains are rampant, and the concubines ......"

When the emperor who was drinking tea heard this, he hurriedly put down the teacup, "Yi Zhen thinks that girl is good, if the dust hunts and let that girl follow, it may not be impossible, besides, the two of them are older, it's time to make some contributions to the royal bloodline." ”

"The mother concubine doesn't have to worry too much about her son, and the son feels that what his father said is not unreasonable." Zhuo Chen added water to Concubine Shu's teapot and interjected in passing.

Concubine Shu smiled and nodded reluctantly, "Your Majesty said the same, it is the concubine who is worried." ”

The emperor waved his hand, "Then it's decided, when the time comes, you can also take Miss Mo with you, so that I can take a good look at what she is capable of." ”

When King Wu heard the news, he was gagging with the girls who were singing songs in Zuichun Building, and when he heard the news from his subordinates, he sat up and pointed to the tip of the nose of his subordinates who came to spread the news, and scolded angrily: "If you don't talk about it earlier, you have to pick such a time to say it, it's really disturbing to disturb people's mood."

The subordinates who were standing with their heads down were scolded by him, and they felt that their master was quite pointing at Sang and scolding Huai.

The girls were frightened by his sudden temper, and they all hid behind the curtain like frost-beaten flower bones, and they stopped singing the song just now, and they didn't play the pipa anymore, and they all looked at King Wu in fear.

After a while, King Wu stood and felt that his mouth was dry from scolding, so he sat down with the girls again, and raised his hand to ask the girls to drink.

A girl trembled and handed over the wine glass, but King Wu impatiently snatched it away and drank it all from her mouth.

The goldfish bag he had prepared in his sleeve passed him a little, and he took it out and threw it far away.

"I'd like to see what else you have to do to fight with this king?"

After speaking, he hugged the girl who poured him wine just now, and kissed the girl's pale face: "Mo Shihuan, I'll see what tricks the two of you can play, I want to stop what you want to do, if you don't feel happy now, the king will be happy."

He secretly clenched his fists, feeling that his chest was suffocating, and simply pushed the girl away again, got up and went back to his palace.

Seeing that King Wu was gone, the frightened girl was helped up by an older companion and comforted: "It's okay, His Royal Highness King Wu is probably angry because of something else, no wonder you."

After speaking, she bit her fingertips and frowned slightly: "I want His Highness to go back so angrily, and those staff members under him who came up with ideas are going to suffer, it's really ...... Tsk tsk. ”

"Ahh

Mo Shihuan, who was standing by the pond, sneezed several times inexplicably, she raised her hand and rubbed her nose, tightened the cloak on her body, and looked at Zhuo Chen with a happy face.

"I think there is obviously a reason why Your Majesty agreed to your request so easily. Based on what you know about your Lao Tzu, it's impossible not to guess what he wants us to do. ”

The corners of Zhuo Chen's mouth showed a hint of a not very serious smile, "What else can I do, his old man just thinks that you have good medical skills, take care of me, and have no other meaning." ”

Mo Shihuan turned his head to look at his micro-expression, and pouted: "Is that so?"

"Okay, my father said he wanted to hug the emperor's grandson."

Mo Shihuan sighed, and blew a fist on Zhuo Chen's chest: "The old fox spirit and the little fox spirit are all out of the same nest, and they are really the best at calculating others."

Zhuo Chen shrugged: "That's right, didn't I agree later, don't worry, just say that I will take you to the mountain to relax, don't be angry."

She raised her head to look at the sunset that was about to disappear, and clapped her hands, "Forget it, it's going to be dark soon, and the hospital should be on duty, let's go over early, and let those people under your father and emperor arrange something for you." ”

Liu Hanyu didn't know when he was standing on the small gazebo of the Tai Hospital, the wind was blowing his sleeves, he raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, and watched the two people come out of the Tai Hospital with a lonely look.

Returning to the house by the way, he took some filial gifts for the emperor, and the carriage went out from the back of the house, and the last afterglow fell obliquely on the window lattice of the carriage, penetrating Mo Shihuan's face.