Looking at the past from Lan Xin's perspective, Hongli's eyes actually had a few bloodshots. He must not have slept well, and he must have been worried about this matter. "The words of the fourth master, the concubine does not dare to agree." Lan Xin's clear voice sounded a little confident and determined.

"Oh?" There wasn't much doubt flashing on Hongli's face, and a light and shallow smile made him look even more tired.

"The concubine is also Yonghuang and Rubin's mother. Cherishing children is the innate nature of Eniang. Xi Guifei Niangniang is the same, how can she not cherish her own flesh and blood. Lan Xin looked at Yonghuang, who was kneeling in front of the spirit and whimpering, and sighed lightly: "The separation of flesh and blood is the most painful thing, Concubine Xi sent the fourth master to the palace, and Kangxi Ye personally taught the schoolwork, and his heart is full of plans for your future." That's why I have to.

The taste of not seeing each other all day long, only the mother knows how bitter it is. I'm worried about whether you're hungry, you have to get up before dawn to read and practice calligraphy, I'm worried that you're worried about your mother, and you don't know the meaning of the book but you don't know the meaning......"

Hongli's distress only comes from Hongday's excessive intimacy with Concubine Xi, and in the final analysis, his deep jealousy. And Lan Xin's words seemed to remind him of a lot of things in the past, and he felt a little more angry in his heart. "How much this king hopes that what you say is the heart of a mother."

Grabbing Lan Xin's hand, Hongli said regretfully: "Looking for the wild goose is gone, Yonghuang has lost his mother." When such a young child needs someone to hurt him the most, Lan Xin will take good care of him for this king. The unspoken words were the secrets that Hongli hid in his heart, and he didn't want Yonghuang to live a lost and depressed life without the pity of his own mother like him.

"The concubine body must treat Yonghuang as if she were her own, and the fourth master can rest assured." Lan Xin leaned on Hongli's shoulder, and a heavy satisfaction filled her heart. It's been a long time since there has been such an intimate move. The fourth master is still thinking about her! Lan Xin made up her mind that no matter what happened, she would do her best to help the men around her. Even if you are broken, you will not hesitate.

Now that the situation in the palace is uncertain, let him be clear. Lan Xin thought to herself, it's time to repair a book to her mother's family.

The three of them accompanied the deceased Fucha in front of the spirit for a long time before finally leaving slowly. Before parting, Hongli lovingly stroked Yonghuang's head, and said earnestly: "Your imperial grandfather is sick, as the prince and grandson, he should be able to fulfill his filial piety, and he really can't treat the funeral at this time." It is understandable that I have wronged your mother, and Amma hopes that you will understand. ”

In Yonghuang's memory, it seems that Hongli rarely talks to him about such things. In the past, the most asked question was how his schoolwork was, and whether he had learned the art of mounted archery. Suddenly, such intimate words made Yonghuang's heart gradually warm, and he suppressed the excitement in his heart and nodded calmly. "Amma is relieved, the child understands."

Hongli showed a rare smile on his face, so pure that he couldn't see any meaning other than gratification. Lan Xin sighed faintly, and then said: "There is still a long way to go, and your mother also hopes that you are well." ”

Jinlan sent Yonghuang back to his wing, which was a courtyard that Chen Qingqing chose for the eldest brother. It is very close to Lan Xin's bedroom, which is exactly what Hongli wants.

On the first night of returning home, Hongli stayed at Lan Xin's. Both of them were sleepy, shoulder to shoulder, arm in hand, and after a while, they fell asleep sweetly.

In his sleep, Hongli was smiling, and he didn't seem to remember how these nights had passed. The palace and the house are not at peace, and his heart is like a lonely boat adrift on the sea, and he can't predict how many winds and waves he can withstand. It was only with Lan Xin by his side at this time that he could sleep with peace of mind.

There are so many women in the house, not everyone can sleep peacefully. Panyu pillowed the golden silk soft pillow of Su embroidered mandarin ducks playing in the water, and opened her dark and round eyes, but she couldn't sleep. She couldn't even close her eyes, as long as she closed her eyes, her mind would immediately appear with Hongli's harsh and indifferent expression that day.

It's been so long since she entered the mansion, when has she seen him? And who is it for all this?

Fucha Lanxin.

The name was like a stinger that pierced deep into her heart. Panyu tossed and turned in pain, like thousands of cats howling one after another, almost wanting to make people crazy.

It was Fucha Lanxin who pretended to be kind and asked her to take the opportunity of serving tea to accompany the fourth master to talk. It was also she who asked Zhilan, who knew the fourth master's temperament best, to prepare the pot of Pu'er, which almost ruined her grace.

It is clear that he has an early attempt, and he is so hated that he can't do it, and his heart is uneasy.

It's strange to say, vaguely, Panyu seems to really hear the sound of a cat outside the window. The more I listened, the more annoyed I became, the more annoyed I became, and I couldn't care what time it was. "You hold the lamp and go out and coax that wild cat away."

"Wildcat?" Le Lan was a little strange, she was lying on the table and sleeping a little deeply, and she didn't hear any noise. "Is Fang Fujin irritable in his heart, so he has hallucinations. Why didn't the slave hear any movement outside the house? ”

"If you want to go, you will go, don't say what you have or don't." Panyu was impatient, and it was inevitable that he was a little more serious.

Le Lan looked at her with a bad face, and didn't dare to say anything more, and was about to leave when she suddenly heard a voice. "Side Fujin, listen, is this the sound?"

Panyu held her breath and tried her best to listen carefully, but it didn't matter if she heard this, her whole body trembled. "Lelan, did you hear me? It's not a cat meowing, it's someone crying, it's a woman's cry. ”

"Fang Fujin, don't be afraid, the slave and maid go out and have a look." Le Lan thought of the past, knew what Fang Fujin was afraid of, and was about to go out with the lamp.

"Don't go." Pan Yu's face was terrifyingly blue, and there were blue veins on her smooth forehead: "It's her who is back, and she wants my child's life." It's her, it's her, Lelan, I'm afraid, don't go. Pan Yu covered her ears desperately, and the whole person drilled into the quilt uncontrollably, this old thing has been hidden in her heart for too long.

I thought that all this would be gone away with her unfortunate fetus that slipped four years ago and disappeared from her memory. I don't want her to forget it at all, and even get more and more serious, I always think about it from time to time over the years, and I can't stop pestering myself. "Lelan, if my child hadn't died, he would be three years old now, wouldn't he?"

"Side Fujin." Le Lan hurriedly stepped forward to tuck the corners of the quilt for her, and gently patted the trembling back covered in the quilt: "Don't think about it, that time was an accident and no one knew it would be like this." Little brother has a spirit in the sky, and he must not want you to be unable to let go. What's more, you are still young, and you will definitely have children again. ”

Panyu was covered in the quilt, and the scene of four years ago kept flashing in his mind. If she hadn't been competitive back then, thought she was bold, and didn't listen to others, she wouldn't have become what she is today. That's really a ghost when you see it, and between the lightning and flint, a possibility suddenly flashed in Panyu's mind: "It's not a ghost, it's not a ghost." ”

She sat up suddenly, lifted the quilt on her body, and clamped Lelan's wrist with great certainty: "It's Fujin, it must be Fujin, it's her who wants to harm me, it's her." At that time, I was in the limelight, and I was not tied to the Gao family, and I was the side of the fourth master's heart. is pregnant again, if she gives birth to an elder brother, she may pass her.

So, she found someone to pretend to be a ghost and cause me to slip at night...... It must be so, it must be! The means are so neat that it is impossible for people to find out, just like this time Fucha Xun Yan died in vain. Fucha Lanxin, you have such a vicious heart. ”

Le Lan only felt that her wrist was about to be broken, and she didn't know where the strength came from, so she broke free of Fang Fujin's hand and covered her mouth and nose to death. The tearful eyes widened wide and round, and he said with relief: "Fang Fujin, the slave is the one who accompanied you and knows how much you have suffered.

But you can't make such arbitrary conclusions without evidence. If it is really Fujin, when this word reaches her ears, she will definitely be on guard, and she will do her best to eradicate you to be at ease.

But if it weren't for the side blessings, wouldn't it be for the people who are in trouble to laugh at us and see us killing each other and reaping the benefits of fishermen. Le Lan whimpered for a while before continuing: "Whether it's or not, you've been putting up with it for four years, and you don't care about continuing to endure it." Side Fujin, now that the fourth master has alienated you, the slave knows that you are very unhappy. But the slave also believes that this is just a momentary mood, and if you are not allowed, don't embarrass yourself. ”

These earnest words gradually calmed down Panyu's restless heart. Lelan is right, I've endured it for four years, will I be afraid to endure it any longer? If it is done by Fujin, clues will definitely be found. But if it weren't for Fujin, who else would hate her like this?

After tossing this one, Panyu only felt a splitting headache and physical and mental exhaustion. Holding Le Lan's hand desperately, he just refused to let go: "Le Lan, don't go, stay here with me." ”

"Fang Fujin, you can sleep in peace. The slave and maid will not leave, and I will ask the doctor to come and see you when it is dawn. Le Lan held Fang Fujin with both hands, and when she finally calmed down, her heart felt a little more comfortable. In fact, over the years, such a scene has not been repeated once or twice. It's just that when the prince loves the side Fujin, there will be less.

Gently wiping away the beads of sweat on Fang Fujin's face, Le Lan's heart ached unbearably. There are so many women in the house, and the only thing she is looking forward to is the love of the prince alone. After all, it is unevenly divided.

It's just that Le Lan can be sure that she and Fang Fujin really heard some movement, and it was indeed someone crying. It's not a cat neighing, it's not a female ghost asking for her life, the voice is so bright that it's a woman's wailing voice, mixed with the cool wind of the night, ethereal scattered in the quiet air.

Who could be crying?