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This night was the most difficult night in Murong Qiao's life.

She was once again favored by the emperor, the same lingering, the same love, and the same tender and sweet words. However, there are some things in the body that are long gone.

Afterwards, Zhou Shixian fell asleep, but Murong Qiao was not sleepy. She got up and sat down, looking at the glowing candlelight on the table, the candlelight reflecting her face, slightly pale and empty-eyed.

There was still the emperor's dragon incense on her body, Murong Qiao unconsciously took a deep breath, and then turned around to look at the person sleeping soundly on the bed.

Her eyes twinkled, with a hint of tears. However, soon the corners of her lips curved a cool arc, and at this moment, she had made up her mind that she wanted him to die!

In the days that followed, the atmosphere inside and outside the palace gradually calmed down. The queen's condition is stable, Concubine Ning is still favored, and Meng Xilan is even more windless and waveless.

Xu was to compensate his son and the Su family, and Zhou Shixian gave Zhou Youan the title of Prince of Prince. In this way, he and Zhou Youlin seem to be the best candidates for the new crown prince.

Zhou Youlin has long been an adult, but he has not been married for a long time, and he has not even had a side fortune.

For Zhou Youlin, a handsome and upright young prince with a promising future, in the capital, all the ladies who are marriageable and ready to marry hope to become the mistress of his palace.

Now, Zhou Youlin is not in Beijing, and the only object of everyone's gestures of favor is Murong Qiao.

The people who gave gifts were wave after wave, and Murong Qiao didn't bother to look at it, so he just instructed the people around him to carefully enter the book and write down the details.

In the afternoon of this day, Meng Xilan came over to accompany Concubine Ning to drink tea, looked at her father-in-law beside her, came over with a thick gift list to ask for instructions, and smiled slightly.

It seems that in this capital, there are really a lot of people who are worried about Zhou Youlin.

Murong Qiao saw Meng Xilan's smile, and only said, "It just so happens that you are here today, why don't you help the staff of this palace?" ”

Some people not only give gifts, but also put portraits of their daughters in the gifts.

If Murong Qiao had spoken like this before, he had deliberately tested her. But now, she didn't dare to underestimate Meng Xilan easily, because her city government was not shallower than her, and besides, they had to join forces to do a big thing.

Meng Xilan smiled faintly: "In the case of political marriage, it is natural to choose the most prominent person, so as to help the mother and the prince consolidate their power." Therefore, Xilan doesn't need to talk much, there must only be candidates in Niangniang's heart. ”

Murong Qiao sighed helplessly, and only took out two pieces of red paper from the table on the side, on which were the names of the two women's birthdays. "You're right. The main palace was chosen and chosen, and only these two children were the best. One is the daughter of Wang Shangshu's family in the Criminal Department, and the other is the daughter of Jing Zhaoyin. ”

Meng Xilan nodded in agreement: "Niangniang is really cautious." ”

Among the six departments, there are many talents. Once Zhou Youlin ascends the throne and succeeds to the throne, he can't help but need to cultivate new people, and he also needs old ministers to escort him.

Meng Xilan still has a vague impression of the daughter of Wang Shangshu's family. "The daughter of the Shang Shu family is a beauty, her manners are generous, and her conversation is elegant, the prince will definitely like her."

Murong Qiao said lightly: "His favorite person has always been you." However, you and him have no fate in this life, so the matter of choosing a concubine cannot be delayed any longer. Since you think Wang Shangshu's family is good, then choose her. ”

Meng Xilan smiled slightly: "This daughter of Jing Zhaoyin is probably also a good one, otherwise she will not be favored by the mother." So, it's better for you to choose another side concubine for the prince. ”

One side just balances left and right. Now is a good time for the prince to buy people's hearts. ”

Murong Qiao frowned when he heard this: "You don't need to be in such a hurry, right?" This main room and side room enter the house together, but it's not very good-looking. ”

"They don't have to enter the house at the same time, they can go one after the other. It's just a family business, we have to settle it first. It is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines, not to mention that he is a prince, how can he understand Yuhua less. ”

Meng Xilan talked eloquently and seemed to think a lot about Zhou Youlin's marriage.

Murong Qiao was still hesitating.

"Niangniang, the prince has been alone in the past few years, and there have been a lot of rumors outside. Some people say he doesn't like women, and now it's time to slap them in the face. Meng Xilan took a sip of tea and continued: "As for the emperor's side, Niangniang doesn't have to worry. The emperor is so suspicious, the prince occasionally makes a small mistake, maybe it is more in line with his heart. ”

Monarchs and ministers have the way of monarchs and ministers, and between fathers and sons, there is also a mode of getting along between fathers and sons. Zhou Youlin should also give the emperor a chance to pick on his own thorns.

Murong Qiao saw that she was so thoughtful, and couldn't help but ponder for a moment before saying, "It's a shame that you can think so much for Lin'er." Then this palace will also have a sincere word with you. At the beginning, when I knew that Lin'er liked you, this palace also thought that if everything in the palace was over, I would simply let you be together. So Lin'er is happy, and you can help him......"

Meng Xilan's eyebrows frowned, and when she heard half of it, she spoke: "Niangniang, Xilan and Wang Ye are destined to become like-minded friends, but we can't be husband and wife." It is my wish to assist the prince, and it is also the wish of the Meng family. As long as I can do it for the prince, I will do it. ”

Murong Qiao didn't doubt her words at all, because the Meng family's hope was indeed on Zhou Youlin, and they couldn't afford to lose like her, and they couldn't lose.

"To tell you the truth, this palace doesn't dare to keep you by Lin'er's side now. Because you're too smart and too thoughtful. ”

Before she knew it, she had begun to feel that the child in front of her was a little scary.

Meng Xilan smiled even more when she heard this, and she didn't answer.

She and Zhou Youlin have never had the possibility of starting, let alone ending.

In a relationship of interest, everyone is just using each other.

……

In the past few days, Zhou Youchen has been secretly meeting with Meng Xilan, and then, he discovered a somewhat strange thing.

Meng Xilan likes to dress up very much recently, and her face is always grease and powder, not as plain and light as before.

Zhou Youchen secretly wondered.

When he came, it was always late at night. Bamboo Dew and Bamboo Green will prepare tea and snacks in advance, and sometimes make some supper.

Seeing this, the servants in the small kitchen felt that the master had been in a good mood recently, and even his appetite had improved.

Meng Xilan's amount of food is still the same as before, but Zhou Youchen's appetite suddenly becomes very large, which often makes people feel surprised. Did he not eat on time in the East Fourth Institute?

Meng Xilan looked at the bottom of the noodle bowl and frowned slightly: "If you eat so much at night, you will accumulate food." ”

Zhou Youchen said lightly: "Then I'll go back later and sleep later." ”

Meng Xilan shook her head helplessly, and only asked Zhulu and Zhuqing to clean up the dishes.

After Zhou Youchen rinsed his mouth with tea, he got up and said, "Do you want to go to the stargazing tower with me today?" ”

It's been a long time since they've been on a night tour of the palace.

Meng Xilan rejected his suggestion: "No. These are sensitive times, and we'd better not do anything. ”

Zhou Youchen sighed softly: "Every time you say that." ”

Meng Xilan sat in front of the dressing mirror and looked down at her fingers, "Tell me about the things in the study." ”

"You're not trying to check my homework, are you?" Zhou Youchen's tone was a little displeased.

Every day in the study by those masters, he is already very annoyed.

Meng Xilan looked at him through the bronze mirror in front of him: "I don't have that plan, I just want to ask how you get along with other people?" ”

Zhou Youchen lay down on the soft couch a little lazily and looked back at her back: "I've always been used to being alone, not to mention that my temperament is not good, they don't want to talk to me." ”

"Who says you're bad? Everyone has their own temper, and so do you. ”

When Zhou Youchen heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Meng Xilan wanted to touch her nails, so she asked Zhulu to make some flower juice.

"The bright red before was too harsh. Or such a rosé is the best. Meng Xilan nodded with satisfaction.

Zhulu bent down and said, "Master, the slave will help you paint your nails." ”

Meng Xilan nodded.

Zhou Youchen watched from the sidelines, and was even more surprised in his heart: "When did you like these things too?" ”

Meng Xilan laughed when she heard this: "What? Can't I just like to be greased and powdered? I'm a woman, anyway. ”

When Zhou Youchen heard this, his eyes froze slightly, and then he fell silent.

Zhulu carefully painted the master's nails, and then said with a smile: "The master's hands are so beautiful." ”

Meng Xilan looked down, her peach-colored nails did look good. Unfortunately, she didn't like it.

Zhulu packed up her things and went out, changing the lamp oil and candles.

Meng Xilan turned around and only stretched out a pair of hands to Zhou Youchen: "How is it?" ”

Zhou Youchen was originally lying down, but when he saw her talking to himself, he sat up and said, "It's good-looking." ”

Those warm hands look good in everything they do.

Meng Xilan smiled when she heard this, and the corners of her lips curled slightly.

Zhou Youchen looked at it thoughtfully, followed him up and walked in front of her, "Let me take a closer look." ”

He placed her hand in his palm and looked down.

"You've been a little weird lately." Half-loud, he spoke lightly.

Meng Xilan's eyes flashed, and she only said, "What's strange?" ”

Zhou Youchen shrugged, looked at her and said, "I can't tell, I always feel that you are thinking about something, something I don't know." ”

He has always been very sensitive, and this is a habit he has developed since childhood.

Meng Xilan held his hand back, interlocked her fingers with him, and said lightly: "I am indeed thinking about something, something about you and me, and something about the Meng family." If you want to know, I'm not going to hide it from you. ”

Zhou Youchen looked at the hands of the two people holding together and asked, "Should I know?" ”

If she wants him to know, she will take the initiative to tell him without him asking.

Meng Xilan deliberately avoided his gaze, lowered her eyes and whispered, "Chen'er, there is no secret between us. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you if you ask. ”

Her voice was faint, mixed with sighs.

"But I don't want to ask questions today." Zhou Youchen pursed his lips, leaned over to her cheek after speaking, and sniffed lightly: "You are really fragrant." ”

He was too close to her.