Jiang Bin felt very naïve when he thought about it!

Did you not want to think about it at the time, or did you not dare to think about it?

But then something happened!

The water in the palace was so muddy that her little child was persecuted and there was no evidence, even if she had watched herself being pushed into the lake.

There's no way to take the other party.

The pain of losing her son made her have no time to compete for favor and live in a mess.

If it weren't for his father and elder brother leading the troops to break through the fortified territory in the northern frontier, repelling the Huns to, and returning to the dynasty, Jiang Bin would have been quietly lost in the palace.

Jiang Bin thought about it and thought of the reply letter from his brother and father.

Hopefully.

I will cherish it!

In his previous life, although he was also beautiful now.

After all, now the northern Xinjiang is stable, and his father returned to the dynasty and was directly named the general of Zhengyipin Zhenguo, and Jiang Bin also regained his favor and was named Xi Guifei!

The emperor took pity on her for the loss of her beloved son, so he passed on to her a fourth elder brother in the palace who had no mother, giving her hope, and everything seemed to be beautiful.

It's a pity that the emperor's favor is just a dream of Nanke.

But in a good sentence, the birds are exhausted, the good bow is hidden, the cunning rabbit is dead, and the lackeys are cooked.

Jiang Bin's father was deprived of military power, and on the charge of collaborating with the enemy and treason, the saint recited his past merits, did not investigate the responsibility of his wife and daughter, and exiled the men of the Ye family to Ningguta, and was not allowed to return to Beijing for life.

Jiang Bin is still a concubine, in name only.

Jiang Bin thought about it and felt that he had lived in this life!

Jiang Bin took a sip of wine as she thought about it, and she lay lazily on the rocking chair like this, holding it in one hand and hanging down beside her.

The pear blossoms falling from the trees fell gracefully on the ground and sprinkled on Jiang Bin's body, like clouds and brocade.

Jiang Bin was already a little drunk and unconscious, and no one could enter this place, after all, Jiang Bin had already ordered himself to be quiet.

But Jiang Bin forgot that a person was still on his own

Just when Jiang Bin was in the sea of pear blossoms, a person saw Jiang Bin like this behind the pear tree.

Feng Yizhi has always disliked those delicate and bright flowers, he has been very fond of this pear orchard since he came here, and he has been studying in this place.

And Feng Yizhi was just when he was reading when he heard someone whispering, and he came over and saw his nominal adoptive mother staying here, looking like she was already drunk!

Feng Yizhi bent down, picked up a pear blossom at his feet, gently held it into his palm, and looked at her quietly through the warm sunlight that came from the direct rays.

Although Jiang Bin is a fake old man because of the acceptance of Fengyi, Jiang Bin is now a young man, his skin is better than snow, and with the flush of drunkenness, he is extremely delicate and beautiful, and he cannot be forced to look at.

Feng Yizhi suddenly remembered a poem.

The drunken beauty has a rosy face, and she does not forget to be delicate and shy and gentle.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and Feng Yizhi could clearly see that Jiang Bin was a little cold.

Feng Yizhi suddenly remembered that two days later, it would be General Jiang's celebration banquet!

If Jiang Bin suffered from the wind chill at this time, it would not be good.

Feng Yizhi thought about it and walked over, and when he arrived in front of Jiang Bin, Feng Yizhi was about to say something when he looked at Jiang Bin and opened his eyes violently.

Feng Yizhi paused, "Mother? ”

Jiang Bin didn't react for a while when she heard Feng Yizhi say this, she reached out and stroked her hair.

Jet-black hair, tied up in a bun, with a beaded hairpin on the bun, and tassels hanging from it.