"Sister Xiaofu," Li Changfeng looked at Qin Gong, who was also very cute in only plain clothes, "What are you thinking?" ”

"It's been so long, why do you still call me my little sister?"

"......" is less than half a month.

He coughed lightly, and the roots of his ears were slightly red: "Lady?"

"Husband," she slowly stepped forward and leaned into his arms, "the crown prince has passed away, who do you think will be the new prince next?" ”

Li Changfeng's originally soft heart suddenly tightened: "Lady, state affairs should not be discussed."

As soon as the crown prince died, he discussed the choice of the new prince, and once it was spread, it would be unforgivable.

"Isn't this in your own house," she didn't care, blinking, "which prince does the husband support?" ”

"But by your will."

He faintly felt that something was wrong, and frowned slightly: "Lady, you ......"

"I think the second prince is the most suitable."

“……”

Li Changfeng's face darkened: "Except for that time in the restaurant, have you seen the second prince in other places?"

"Nope."

"And how do you know if he's a good fit?"

"Is he bad?"

He lowered his head and bit her earlobe lightly: "My lady is thinking about him, do you say it's good?"

"I'm just saying he's suitable for being a gentleman," she touched her moist earlobe, "but you're the only one who is suitable for being my husband, and you can't compare." ”

So, don't eat flying vinegar.

"It seems that your husband is not working hard enough, so you have the energy to think about others."

“……”

After Li Changfeng was tired until he fell asleep, Qin Shi put on his clothes and came to the window: "Little pigeon."

There was a whistling in the air, and a fat pigeon landed on the window edge.

Qin Gong: "......" Is this still flying?

Pigeon: "Coo."

Little 8: "Ahem, you ignore it in the world, it probably lets itself go."

Qin Shi shook his head and chuckled, turned around and walked to the desk, and picked up a pen to write.

The pigeon flew to the table.

She wrote the letter, folded it and stuffed it into the bamboo tube, and said softly: "Go, give it to Cheng Huazhao."

"Goo."

The pigeon waved its wings and flew away.

She could feel Li Changfeng's breathing on the bed for a moment.

Well? Didn't fall asleep?

Or, woke up halfway through?

She walked to the bedside, he pretended to be asleep and didn't open his eyes, she also pretended not to know, and her fingers traced his face: "My stupid husband, if the person on the throne is not the second prince, how can he let go of the Taifu Mansion."

Little 8: "......"

"Taifu Yuxian Prince and the Second Prince have the grace of their teachers...... In short, I support the second prince to ascend to the throne. ”

She lay down next to him, gently wrapped her arms around him, and closed her eyes.

……

At the same time, Cheng Huazhao had just seen the queen from the harem, and as soon as he returned home from the palace, a pigeon flew over, suspended in front of him, and raised one foot, revealing a bamboo tube.

Cheng Huazhao: "......"

"Goo."

Is this urging him?

He looked around, but there was no one but the two squires who had been following him.

He took out a letter from the bamboo tube and looked up to see that the pigeon had not flown away immediately.

He unfolded the letter.

"The pain of losing a child, even the Son of Heaven can not hide his heartache, as a wife, as a son, if you comfort it, you will not be taken advantage of."

"Comforting ......"

He closed the letter.

Do you need it? The father who sets the world and is extremely powerful?

Who is this person who wrote the letter?

Enter?

Are you talking about other concubines and princes?

The fat pigeon was still hovering in front of him with its wings waving, and he realized, "Are you waiting for my reply?"

"Goo."

He clutched the letter in his hand and headed in the direction of his study.

Two squires followed.

The pigeon did not hurry after him.

After writing the letter and stuffing it into the bamboo tube, watching the fat pigeon fly into the sky, he looked at the two attendants: "Let's go, enter the palace again."

When the pigeon flew into the room, Qin Zhi and Li Changfeng had just gotten up.

She didn't shy away from him and opened it in front of him.

"Who is Your Excellency?"