The emperor saw that the little concubine was like a frightened little rabbit lying on his chest, timidly pleading guilty, and his pity arose, revealing a rare tenderness and comforting the little concubine softly.

But in this way, the emperor was completely sleepy, so he sat up in his cloak and picked up the fetal brush that the little concubine put on the pillow and looked at it carefully.

The emperor looked at it intently, and the blue jade pen of this fetal brush was engraved with the eight characters of the birth dates of two people, and there was a love poem inscribed below.

Where did this pen come from, and why did it come into the hands of the concubine, the emperor was suspicious, could it be that this little concubine who was not deep in the past and had a pure appearance was hiding something from him.

The height is cold, the deepest sorrow of the emperor is the three thousand beauties of the harem, in the face of every flattering and humble face can not tell the truth, pour their hearts, every beautiful and charming face has a purpose under it, even a conspiracy, more precisely, they regard the emperor as Tang monk meat, which is the blood that can be sucked and devoured for their lives, and finally replace it, and then sit on the country.

On the contrary, this deliberate closeness and flattery, to his liking, made the emperor feel very terrible.

And the little concubine, like a clear spring in the mountains, like a lily quietly blooming in a stream, makes the emperor as the emperor naturally open his heart and reveal himself without visiting, the emperor falls in love with the little concubine, which is absolutely pure.

However, when she returned to the palace, everything changed, and the little concubine's eyes changed from clear to evasive and fearful, and even became cautious in front of the emperor like other concubines, and no longer confided in the emperor.

The emperor is also a mortal and not a saint, and he needs only the most ordinary human emotions, not vases at the mercy of others.

What the emperor needs more is a confidant, a confidant who can think about him, think about the common people in the world, and give him advice.

Of course, the red face on the side of this pillow can only be pointed, just right, a little more is too much, a little less is too small, just right to pull out the fog of doubt, the scenery and direction in front of the emperor have to be seen and decided by himself, and there can be no suspicion of interfering in the government.

However, one must have the appearance of a captivating city, and must be more affectionate to the emperor than Jin Jian, that is, Bing Xue is smart, but also can not have a little ambition, let alone rich life experience.

What the emperor wants is a lotus flower that has just come out of the water, clear and transparent, and can understand his mind and tacit understanding with it, but it is a pity that such a woman is only afraid that it is difficult to find in the world, and there is no one in the world, so he can only hope that the emperor will sigh with joy.

The days gradually passed, although the emperor still loved the little concubine, but there was no longer the original feeling, the concubines in the palace were thin and fat, each with its own merits, without exception, all of them were extremely beautiful, the little concubine was younger than the young age, and the other concubines were on par with the little concubine, and the emperor felt more and more boring.

This is a kind of sadness for the little concubine, but it is a good thing for the people of the world, the emperor can not indulge, his thinking is clear and organized, and he will not be emotionally troubled by the country and the people.

The emperor suddenly found that the little concubine was hiding a fetal brush, but he didn't know it, seeing the little concubine's panicked expression like a little rabbit, there must be something hidden from him.

The emperor's face sank, raised the fetal brush in his hand, and said coldly, "Aifei, what the hell is going on." ”

The little concubine had never seen the emperor so serious, her face turned pale with fright, and she immediately knelt down and said, "Please also ask Your Majesty to forgive your sins, so that the concubine dares to speak out." ”

The emperor knows that the little concubine is not very experienced, there is no backstage behind her, and she is as pure as water, has no scheming, and is not interested in power, so he is still more at ease with the little concubine.

The emperor softened his tone and said, "I forgive you for your innocence, you can get up and talk about it, but it must be true, if there is a lie, it is the crime of deceiving the king, the prince is guilty of breaking the law and the common people, you should be careful." ”

The little concubine stood up, the little fairy in the dream was still lingering in her mind, and the little fairy's words were still echoing in the little concubine's ears.

If that Meng Zihao is really the Wenqu star who saves the world as the little fairy said, then saving Meng Zihao is helping the emperor find a capable helper in governing the country, wouldn't it be for the benefit of the people of the world.

The little concubine thought about it so far, her heart was calm, and she immediately calmed down, and the little concubine said to the emperor very seriously, "Your Majesty, the concubine does not dare, the concubine never lies, this fetal brush is a little fairy in a dream to the concubine, this fetal brush records a pair of true love to the death of the poignant love story, the owner of the fetal brush is still locked in the prison of the marshal's house, I hope the emperor will see it." ”