Song Yanjiao has a younger brother, who is the sixth prince who survived the palace battle of the Emperor Taishang's generation.

His name is Song Wenhao.

The deep palace was originally built with the bricks and tiles of the struggle, and to put it bluntly, even a pinch of loess has its own scheming attributes.

In Lin Erzhen's words, "The generation of the Emperor Taishang fought fiercely. ”

"The rank between the concubines is one rank and the other, like raising Gu, the powerful devouring the weak."

The most favored concubine of the year was pregnant with her first child, and she almost lost her life, but the seven-month-old fetus in her womb died due to insufficient oxygen supply.

The latter child was able to give birth to Song Yanjiao, and the other child was still the prince, who was hated by others, and poisoned the child to death with one stone and two birds, and removed a concubine by the way, but she did not find the mastermind behind the scenes until she died.

Song Yanjiao's temperament and ability can survive among these red-eyed concubines, relying on fate and luck.

Song Wenhao's mother is a very unfavored Zhaoyi, who died after giving birth to a child.

Because of this, he was born with a dislike for royalty.

He always felt that his own mother also died at the hands of a certain concubine.

Since he became an adult, he often wandered in the taverns in Beijing, and found a singer to hang out day and night, and after being discovered by the emperor, father and son rushed to each other, he resigned from the official title, and self-degraded to the grass people and the singers.

This past incident caused a lot of commotion at the time, and the streets and alleys continued to be hotly discussed.

After a long time, it subsided.

"The emperor now calls the grass people an uncle, and the grass people are really ashamed. The whole world now knows that the emperor's uncle now has only one Yan King. The grass people are in a lowly place, although they are soft-spoken, they have the courage to say a word for King Yan. ”

"The emperor is the lord of the world, he should understand what the words "thousands of miles of embankment" and collapse in the anthill mean, and the children of the royal family can only prosper the dynasty if they work together. King Yan has the heart of a courtier, and he only wishes for peace in the world and helps the emperor to sit in the prosperous world, hoping that the emperor will not ignore his good intentions, and do not listen to the slander and provocation of others. ”

The emperor glanced at it, and the surrounding officials and ministers looked at it, and quietly moved over.

Inevitably seemed to be too harsh, the emperor shook his hand, "Uncle Xiaohuang, please get up." ”

When he speaks, his heart is empty.

He knew what Song Wenhao meant.

Regarding the resettlement of the displaced people, his decision was really wrong, but he knew that King Yan would not let those displaced people ignore it.

He just didn't like the expression of King Yan's victory, thinking that everyone in the world would stand on his side.

King Yan's arrogance in the court.

He didn't like it very much.

Song Qianheng didn't want to make a big deal at the sacrificial ceremony, so he continued, "I remember what Uncle Xiaohuang said. ”

After finishing speaking, he turned his gaze away from Song Wenhao and fell straight on He Jiusheng's head.

He spent a lot of effort and greeted Song Wenhao, but his mind was always on this woman.

Take off the veil, why is it such a face?

The long black hair is completely coiled up, indicating that she is married to a woman, but a pair of phoenix eyes are shining, the complexion is abnormal, like a flawless white jade, the eyebrows are long into the sideburns, showing that she is intelligent, and the melodious and soft voice are gathered together, making her a gorgeous beauty.

This beauty now belongs to Song Yanjiao.

snatched from him.

The two eyes looked at each other, staring at those cold eyes, the blood in He Jiusheng's whole body condensed, and he could almost hear his own breathing in silence.

"Uncle Huang took a concubine, and the princess was crowned the next day, there was no wedding ceremony, can the imperial sister-in-law feel wronged?"

Song Qianheng said such a sentence coldly, which caught He Jiusheng a little off guard.

I thought that his cold eyes were eager to rip out her heart.

The people around were eating the big melons intentionally or unintentionally, looking forward to what would happen next.

"If you go back to the emperor, the concubine doesn't feel wronged."

When it comes to marriage, the most important thing for big families in ancient times is the sense of ceremony, three books, six ceremonies, three media, and six hiring, but because she was sent out as a concubine at the time, she couldn't even be married.

Not to mention that the rules of the ceremony can be saved, even the husband can't come to greet the kiss.

In addition, the matter of changing relatives made chickens fly and dogs jumped, and this matter has not passed in the emperor's heart, and she rarely thinks about whether she will feel wronged because of the lack of a sense of ceremony.

This princess is simply exchanged for her life, that day she and Song Yanjiao picked up a life in front of the old queen mother, and afterwards there was a trivial matter of thinking about the ritual or not?

Impossible, thinking too much.

Grievance? Not really.

"That's right, King Yan is also interested, and the next day I begged the Queen Mother to promote you to the position of princess, after all, I remember, you have never seen King Yan before. Later, when I saw the right eye, it was wishful thinking, right? ”

Song Qianheng was still sensible, and he was trying his best to restrain his inner emotions, just as if he was a clay man, and his face did not show the slightest change.

To He Jiusheng's ears, these words completely meant something else, full of ridicule of her.

She remembered that the emperor personally asked her if she had seen King Yan, and she said no.

She didn't know what to do.

"The imperial sister-in-law doesn't know, on the same day, the imperial sister-in-law's sister Qingli also entered the palace, this sister of the imperial sister-in-law, gentle and generous, virtuous and decent, and her appearance is incomparable, the two of you have some similarities, I saw your face today, and I remembered my He Zhaoyi."

"The emperor loves his concubine's sister, and Jiusheng is grateful."

Feeling that Song Qianheng's gaze had been hanging on him, He Jiusheng responded with such a sentence.

Should I say it or not, in what Song Qianheng said just now, except for the similarities between the two of them, she really didn't think that there was anything else that was right.

Especially gentle and generous, virtuous and decent.

Heh, hehe.

He Jiusheng had lowered his head, and Song Qianheng knew that she didn't dare to face it, and it could be seen that the bottom of that face was particularly itchy.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth and faced everyone, "Uncle Xiao Huang also said just now, the children of the royal family can only prosper the dynasty if they work together, today's Qingming sacrifice, I have seen many faces that I haven't seen for a few months, and I feel that the exchanges between our royal children in the past have been estranged a lot, and tonight I plan to take advantage of this day to hold a family banquet." ”

"The imperial sister-in-law should also enter the palace to meet her sister, He Zhaoyi misses you so much, I can't wait to stick to the imperial sister-in-law like this."

There was an overtone in these words, but those who didn't know it probably didn't understand, and the prince only pretended to cough and slightly supported his chin.

He Jiusheng didn't understand the deep meaning, but he only knew one thing, that is, the emperor had specified that he wanted her to go to the palace for a banquet.