If Jiang Muyuan was here, he would have found that the face of the Holy Lord at this moment was several times more gloomy than when he mentioned Sun Rui when he was born before.

Almost instantly, the calmness and indifference of the whitewashed peace shattered, leaving only stunned and panicked.

Even Emperor Shunde himself couldn't imagine that he would be so panicked that he couldn't hide it.

He has passed the age of not being confused, as the eldest son of the first emperor, he was raised as the heir to the throne since he was a child, and he has been on the throne for more than 20 years.

But at this moment, the saint did not stabilize.

Yan Qingzhen's words are like a sword piercing the heart.

The saint knew that he had lost his temper, so he could only make a fist with his hand, put it to his lips, and coughed twice as a cover: "Then according to the real person, why did I want to build a heart palace?" ”

Seeing the Holy Lord's reaction, Yan Qingzhen already had an answer in his heart.

He smiled lightly: "Poor Dao said at the time, you want to pray for the noble concubine Niangniang and build the Heart Nourishing Palace on the West Mountain, but the blessing of the noble concubine Niangniang can't support the hundred-year-old incense of the nearly 100 Dao Hall in the West Mountain. In the past few years, you have been thinking about building a heart palace, but it's not for the sake of your mother, right? ”

The saint pursed his lips tightly.

The little chamberlains have long been dismissed, and now there are only Yan Qingzhen and Han Gonggong inside, which makes the saint feel a lot more relieved.

He looked at Yan Qingzhen and said, "It's not for the concubine, but for what?" ”

The smile on the real person's face faded, and he said: "For yourself, for the sake of the country and society in your eyes, in order to break free from those dreams that make you extremely uncomfortable." ”

The saint did not speak, his shoulders trembled slightly, for a long time, let out a muffled laugh, and then laughed.

He almost broke out with laughter.

Gonggong Han's heart thundered, he didn't care about pondering the words of the Holy Lord and Daoist Yan Qing, and it was not suitable for him to ponder right now.

It was as if there was a red thread in front of him, and as soon as he stepped forward, the guillotine under his head fell, killing him.

Father-in-law Han could only look at his nose and his heart, add tea to the saint, and smooth his breath.

Fortunately, the saint didn't delve into it, he finished laughing, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and waved his hand at Yan Qingzhen: "Zhenren, this is wrong, how can my country be entrusted to a palace that can only be built in the year of the monkey?"

However, the words of the real person soothed my mood, and I was much happier, and I wanted to get a good night's sleep tonight. ”

Yan Qingzhen did not bother with the Shengshang's verbal stubbornness, he had already obtained enough answers, the Shengshang said so, he went down the pole like this, and after answering the new drawings again, the real person withdrew.

Although the moon had not yet arrived, the moonlight was still very bright today, and he returned to the palace where he lived, standing under the patio and looking up at the moon.

The little waiter who was waiting looked at it from afar, and only felt that this immortal wind was a master of the world, and Yan Qingzhen himself understood that he had entered this turbid world, and the ideas of the people of the world were strange and strange, and there were also things that did not deviate from their ancestors.

Yan Qingzhen sighed, originally he thought shallowly, and that one was right.

In the Ningguo Mansion, Jiang Muyuan was lucky, and when he came back, he happened to meet his brother who was awake, and the child had just been breastfeeding, his eyes were half-open, and he couldn't sleep.

Although the nurse is just in office, she has already figured out a lot of the temperament and habits of the masters, and I heard that the little grandfather even asked the doctor, the stable wife, and the grandmothers very clearly about the big and small things when his wife was pregnant, which shows that he is not a hands-off shopkeeper.

At this moment, my brother was being held by Jiang Muyuan, and Mama Zhong was instructing him on how to burp his.

Jiang Muyuan learns carefully and carefully, he can hold children, but the fun of hugging other people's families is not the same as raising his own baby, he has never been exposed to these trivial matters before, he does not feel troublesome, but very interesting.

The brother is too young, and the milk burp is also gentle, but Jiang Muyuan heard it, the corners of his eyebrows and lips were full of smiles, Gu Yunjin kept looking at their father and son, and his face was full of smiles.

The maids and grandmothers also bent their eyes, and the nurse saw it in her eyes and laughed unconsciously.

Her heart is very warm, such a kind master, surrounded by good people, she came to be her brother's nurse, not only decent, but also happy, she said that she would take the errand well.

Ming'er wants to wash her brother for the third time, and relatives and friends want to come to visit, Gu Yunjin must be tired, so Jiang Muyuan didn't stay long, let her rest early.

The next morning, the first to arrive was not a family of relatives and friends, but a small box of gifts.

Jiang Muyuan opened it and took a look, and there was a sachet inside.

Jiang Shiyu came over and asked with his eyes.

"Yun Jin said that there was always a little smell of blood in the house, and she didn't like it, so I asked a real person to mix some spices and hang them on the account for her." Jiang Muyuan explained.

Jiang Shiyu patted Jiang Muyuan's shoulder and said, "Put it away first, there will be many elders coming over in a while, don't slack off." ”

The conversation between the father and son was simple, but Jiang Shiyu already knew that this was not just a sachet, but the current situation was not suitable for detail.

Jiang Muyuan also knew that he sniffed the sachet carefully, and then handed the thing to Tingfeng.

In the sachet, Su Hexiang was placed.

He had discussed with the real person before, if it was as he guessed, he would let Su Hexiang go, and if he guessed wrong, he wouldn't let it go.

In this way, he guessed the reason why the Holy Lord was obsessed with the Heart Cultivation Palace.

This doubt has existed in Jiang Muyuan's heart for a long time.

It's just that I haven't found a chance, and yesterday it happened that Yan Qingzhen asked under the pretext of dream interpretation, and also asked about the result.

Come to think of it, the saint was shaken by the nightmare, otherwise, he wouldn't have let the real person try the answer.

Jiang Muyuan believes that the saint loves Concubine Yu, and there are so many women in the harem, no one can compare to the weight of Concubine Yu in the saint's heart.

Noble as an emperor, building a palace for his beloved concubine, this is not an uncommon thing, the heavenly family is also a human being, love and hate, who can leave behind?

In his previous life, when the government and the opposition were in turmoil inside and outside, the saint still did not let go of the Yangxin Palace, he wanted to build it, and he wanted to build it if he didn't say anything, if it wasn't for the fact that the household department couldn't allocate the money, Sun Rui took the lead in stopping it, and the Shengshang still had to contribute to the Yangxin Palace.

Jiang Muyuan was also bluffed by the saint's deep affection for Concubine Yu in his previous life, after all, the saint proposed to promote the concubine to the imperial concubine several times, so he ignored the fundamentals.

There are differences between people, but Jiang Muyuan knows that between the ups and downs of the country and Concubine Yu, the saint will only choose the former, and he loves the throne more than Concubine Yu.

The Holy Lord will not throw the silver to the Heart Cultivation Palace just because of love, when the treasury is tight, unless, in the eyes of the Holy Lord, the Heart Cultivation Palace means his country.

Although Jiang Muyuan couldn't grasp what the saint had dreamed of, there must be a part of the dream related to the Heart Cultivation Palace, which could solve his nightmare and calm his mind.

This can also explain why the saint had no intention of attacking Nanling, but was "tricked" into the game by the words of a few of them.

Obviously, the saint was more or less able to catch the loophole, but he still jumped into this pit without hesitation, and set the location of the Heart Cultivation Palace in Quan'an Temple.

Quan'anguan's incense has been defeated, but his country, he still wants to struggle.

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