I have a post of medicine here, you can sleep to death after drinking, the effect is very fast, you will find an opportunity to give this medicine to the emperor when the time comes, and then pretend to be a round house, and wait for a month after the round house to find a doctor to diagnose the pulse, as long as I take care of it, and when the time of delivery is premature, the child of you and me can be born naturally. ”

At that time, if they are lucky enough to give birth to a boy, they will do everything possible to pull Xia Yuxuan down from the position of the prince and support their son, and in time, this entire Dachen will be theirs.

The chief manager portrayed this incident extremely beautifully, Yang Shuying was a little hesitant at first, and then couldn't stop his heart when he heard that he could help his child become the crown prince.

As long as her son sits on the dragon chair, she is the most noble woman in the entire Dachen, even Ji Qiang has to kneel at her feet and bow her head, as for Xia Jingnian, hmph, when that time comes, she will see if he dares to take himself in his eyes!

"What you said is simple, the emperor is cautious and habitually dislikes the slave family close, where did the slave family get that ability to be drugged."

The corners of Yang Shuying's eyes were like hooks, she glanced at him in a charming manner, leaned towards him again with a soft body, and the manager was satisfied with her in his arms, and his rough hands touched her lower abdomen warmly.

The movements are gentle and lingering, but the words are extremely merciless.

"Since you have the ability to seduce Lord Ben, is it possible that you can't even get close to the emperor's body, so how can you sit in the position of the queen mother in the future."

He spoke lightly, and Yang Shuying was a little dissatisfied, but at this time he had to cling to him, so he could only grit his teeth and admit it, and responded delicately.

The two of them had a plan in their hearts, and they couldn't wait for this stomach, so they began to act separately early the next morning.

"Your Majesty, Yang Meiren is here again today."

Fang Ping and Leng Kill both have their own things to do on weekdays, and the Jinluan Palace is generally guarded by the princes, and the lady on the side of the Fengluan Hall is seriously ill these days, and she is worried that the emperor will be rushed here to deal with the twists and turns, and she will not go back until she rests.

Rao is that the emperor won this with great difficulty.

"Let her go back, don't let her get close to the Jinluan Hall in the future."

In the past few days, Yang Meiren doesn't know what evil she has bumped into, seeing the heavens and the earth running towards him, and under the guise of sharing his worries, he can use her to share his worries.

"The slave said it, but the beauty said that she had worked hard all night to make the Bazhen soup and hoped that the emperor would be able to taste it."

The prince is also embarrassed, although he sees the affection of the emperor and queen in his eyes, and knows that the emperor can't tolerate other people around him, but that Yang Meiren is also half his master, how can he refuse every day.

It's Bazhen soup again, and it's this trick every day, and it's not too annoying.

Xia Jingnian was entangled by her, closed the song and waved his hand to let him hurry down, the prince knew that he was determined not to see her, so he responded helplessly, bent down and retreated.

Yang Shuying, who had been waiting outside for a long time, was rejected again as expected, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, his face was a little ugly, resentment quickly crossed his face, and his face changed again.

"I'm tired of my father-in-law, since the emperor doesn't want to see the concubine, the concubine will go back first, but it's a pity that this eight-treasure soup, otherwise the father-in-law, you will take it in on behalf of the concubine?"

Yang Shuying took off a bracelet from his wrist and stuffed it into his hand, and then took the food box from the palace maid beside him and put it in his hand.

"Oh, this can't be helped, the slave is a messenger, whatever the saint says about the slave, please go back first."

The prince took his hand and bent back backwards, smiling and easy-going, and speaking was even more thoughtful, no one should be offended, and the one who could serve the emperor was not a human spirit.

Yang Shuying was so angry that he didn't know how to lift him, but he couldn't stand him, and he had to coax him everywhere, who made the family a celebrity in front of the emperor, and smiled shyly.

"What the father-in-law said is that the concubine will go back first."

The smile on her face as soon as she turned around disappeared without a trace in an instant, she gritted her teeth with her eyes and pulled the handkerchief in her hand, waiting and seeing, when her children ascended the throne in the future, none of them wanted to run.

Yang Meiren's face was very hideous, and the palace maid who was carrying the food box next to her was startled, and she didn't hold the food box for a while and fell to the ground, and she was suddenly even more frightened, and she didn't care about cleaning it up, so she knelt down and begged for mercy with a bang.

"The beauty spares her life, and the slave doesn't mean it."

Before she could do anything, she was scared enough, tears and snot on her face, and Xi'er, who had just brought medicinal food from the imperial dining room to Fengluan Palace, saw the situation here and took a curious look.

When I saw that the palace maid was so frightened because of this incident, she pouted her lips speechlessly, who was playing prestige in front of them.

Today's Xi'er is not like before, and she won't take care of other people's palace affairs, so she casually glanced at it and hurriedly rushed towards Fengluan Hall with medicinal food.

In the afternoon of the same day, in the observation pavilion of the Imperial Garden.

Xia Jingnian was inevitably tired after approving the whole morning's recital in the Jinluan Palace, and his brain was a little dizzy, so he put on a mink robe and came out to wake up, and he didn't alarm others, and only followed a prince by his side.

"Minions, go get those refreshments over."

Hearing this, he nodded, turned around and sat down on the wooden chair, looking out from the pavilion, the plum blossoms in the imperial garden this year are blooming very well, gorgeous and vulgar, Ji Qiang will be happy when he sees it, and when he turns around and eats tea, he will fold a few branches and send them back to Fengluan Palace.

When I was admiring the plum blossoms, I heard the footsteps of other people outside the pavilion, and I heard them before I saw them.

"Your Majesty, how can you be so coincidental, the emperor is also here to enjoy the plum blossoms, this year's plum blossoms are really good, the concubines smelled this fragrance yesterday, and today I can't help but come to take a look."

Yang Shuying was wearing an apricot-colored antique double butterfly cloud-shaped thousand water group, a white fox fur cloak on his shoulders, and a pink face on his face.

The skin is lined like clotted fat, coquettish like the moon, the plum blossoms in the ears of the clouds, the eyes are looking forward to the brilliance, and they are walking towards the pavilion.

Seeing her coming, Xia Jingnian frowned, stepped back, and moved away from her a little.

"Your Majesty."

Yang Shuying raised his eyes slightly, and bent down to salute with a smile in the corner of his eyes, as if he was really happy to meet the emperor.

"Why are you here?"

In front of the beauty, she should have been erotic and confused, but Xia Jingnian completely ignored her elaborate dress, although she didn't believe what she said about the coincidence, but she didn't want to go anywhere else.

In the past few days, he has been busy and confused, and finally he was busy trying to come out to breathe and meet such a person who does not distinguish between scenes, Xia Jingnian has a headache and panics, and he is a little helpless to hold his forehead.

"Your Majesty, where is it uncomfortable, why don't you drink some Bazhen soup to replenish your qi and blood?"