The two pomegranates in the atrium of Yuping Palace are blooming just right, lined with the oily leaves, and carried in large cloisonne pots. A gust of wind blew, and the clusters of flowers were as fierce as fire, and a few petals as red as blood were blown into the window lattice, and fell on the bookcase.

Xia Zhaoyi sat in front of the bookcase, looking at the two pots of pomegranates outside the window in a daze, and her expression seemed to be in a trance.

Seeing his sister's stunned appearance, Wen Ze stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder and asked, "What are you doing in a daze?" ”

Wen Su looked back and saw that it was him, smiled lightly, and said, "It's nothing, look at the flowers blooming well." ”

Wen Ze seemed to be in a good mood today, and said with a smile: "No matter how good this flower is, there is no country like your sister, and it is worth looking at for a long time." ”

Wen Xuan's face was red, like a pomegranate flower outside the window, and he lowered his head and said, "What's wrong with my brother today, I don't look serious." ”

Wen Ze smiled: "My sister's good thing, the joy of being my brother, can't I joke a few words?" ”

Wen Yun said with a very indifferent look: "What's a good thing, I think it's a troublesome thing!" ”

Wen Ze pondered for a moment and said, "It was Concubine Qing who was the assistant to the Sixth Palace before, and you used to be very good with her, but now that this right belongs to you, are you afraid that she will annoy you?" ”

Wen Su sighed and said, "It's okay to be annoyed, but she only annoys me in her heart, and on her face, she still looks like she is in harmony with me." ”

Wen Ze hurriedly reminded: "Then you have to be careful, you have to beware of these honey-bellied sword people." ”

Wen Wei smiled at him and said, "My brother is too worried, and my sister knows it." ”

Wen Ze nodded, at this time, the palace people served two bowls of ice bowls, and in the blue and white bowl of tangled branches and lotus were finely crushed ice cubes mixed with snow-white pears and red watermelons, and the melons and pears were cut very thinly, faintly revealing a sweet fragrance like honey.

"Although this relieves the heat, don't be greedy for eating too much and feel sick to your stomach when you turn around."

Wen Wei laughed and ate, and said, "Got it." ”

Wen Ze also picked up the bowl to eat, the cuffs showed a corner of white, Wen Ze's eyes were sharp, and his hand stretched out, and he saw that it was a handkerchief used in the palace, and the orchids embroidered on the horns were not marked, so I don't know which palace it is.

Wen Ze hurriedly stepped forward to grab it, but Wen Ze laughed and asked, "Brother, tell me honestly, who gave this to my brother?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, no one will send it, it's just that day...... Yuqian Shangyi accidentally left it, and I have to return it to her. ”

The smile on Wen Yan's face froze for a moment, and the veil also slipped down, and Wen Ze hurriedly folded it and tucked it in his sleeve.

The faint sound of cicadas in the distance sounded hoarsely at this time, Wen Su put down the window screen, it was the azure color of the rain that had only been changed the day before yesterday, and the fiery red pomegranate that went outside through this color had a faint layer of blue.

"Does my brother like her?" Suddenly, Wen Wei suddenly asked.

Wen Ze was startled, as if the secret in his heart had been broken, and said in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense!" "The voice has changed color.

Wen Yun's eyes seemed to be unhappy, but he smiled: "Why is my brother hiding it from me? We are brothers and sisters of in-laws, can't we say such a ladder? ”

Wen Ze pursed his lips and was silent, looked out the window from afar, and sighed: "It's not that my brother is hiding it from you, it's just ...... If it's unrealistic, let's not talk about it. ”

Wen Wei picked up a piece of melon pulp and ate it, and said slowly: "Why is it unrealistic? My brother is General Jingo, isn't he worthy of her? She is just an orphan girl who has been raided from her home, but now she is serving in front of the palace, if the emperor is willing to let go and marry her brother, it will be her creation. ”

Wen Ze smiled bitterly: "If you understand this principle, you should know that she is not easy to ask for." ”

Wen Wei said: "Could it be that the emperor refuses to let it go?" The emperor is a person who misses his old kindness, and his brother is his cronies, so he will not even be reluctant to be a slave. When he said this, he had no confidence at all, as if he was comforting himself.

Wen Ze shook his head and said, "It's okay for others to say, Shen Wan - that's probably impossible." ”

Wen Wei bit his lip and said in a low voice: "How do you know if my brother hasn't tried it?" Leave this matter to my sister, it's rare for my brother to have someone who can see it, and my sister must have tried to help my brother fulfill his wish. ”

Wen Zegang wanted to resign, but seeing the firmness in his sister's eyes, he thought that now that his sister has the emperor's blue eyes, maybe she will bring it up, and the emperor seems to have no reason to refuse.

After all, Shen Wan is still the imperial Shangyi, not the emperor's concubine.

It's just that although the harem is full now, the emperor still sees it very lightly in the matter of women/sex, in a month, the emperor sleeps alone for most of the days, and the most common among the other few new little masters is Fu Concubine, but only three or four times, and the other is Yang Changzai once, Concubine Pei once, Xia Zhaoyi once.

I don't know when I will wait for the next time I go to bed, so Xia Zhaoyi can only take the initiative.

On this day, she personally made sour plum soup and personally ordered someone to hold it to Shangyang Palace to see the driver. Xichen just got up from a nap, there was no taste in his mouth, he drank a bowl, and suddenly felt comfortable and refreshed.

"Su Qing has a heart, this sour plum soup is really good." Xichen said with a smile, and asked again, "But is there more?" ”

Xia Zhaoyi hurriedly said: "There is still a bowl, but the emperor doesn't use it enough?" ”

Xichen said: "I have enough to use. He turned back to Xiaoshizi and said, "You go and send it to Shang Yi's room, she is not heat-tolerant and greedy for cold, this thing is sweet and sour to her spleen and stomach." ”

Xia Zhaoyi only felt that her heart sank, and the smile on the corner of her lips froze in an instant, although it was dog days, it seemed to have been doused with ice water, and even her internal organs were frosted, and it was bitterly cold.