The white and tender baby was lying in the shaker, staring at Shen Yunzhen with a pair of big eyes. Tian Zhaorong put down his hand and pinched the baby's cheek. The baby was slightly dissatisfied, and furrowed his little brow.

"Yo, he's angry."

Shen Yunzhen gently grabbed the baby's little hand, which was not as long as one of her fingers, but it was strong, holding her hand tightly.

"You like Yue Niangniang, don't you?" Tian Zhaorong lay on the rocking cart, fiddling with the colorful windmill tied to the head of the bed.

"Smiled," Qingluo leaned closer and said, "It seems that the little prince likes Yue Meiren very much." ”

The prince wore her new tiger head hat, which looked more and more cute. Although he is young, he can still be seen to be a mighty boy, and he can't see it at all.

"Why hasn't the emperor come yet?" Shen Yunzhen looked at Tian Zhaorong.

Tian slowly straightened his waist and sighed sadly: "Since the child was born, the emperor has only come to see it a few times, and although he gave the gift in advance today, he didn't come." I always feel that the emperor doesn't like this child. ”

Nan Jingpei's attitude is very cold, and he doesn't care as much about the eldest son of the emperor as he does for Princess Yangxiu. In the blink of an eye, the child has been 100 days old, not to mention the big name, not even a milk name. The women in this palace are already sensitive, not to mention that the emperor is so obvious, can Tian Zhaorong not mind?

Shen Yunzhen's afterglow slowly fell on the rocking car, and the baby waved his tender lotus-like arms, but he was carefree.

Qingluo moved a round pier for Shen Yunzhen and sat down: "The beauty is also from our Yuxiu Palace, and now she is favored by the emperor, and she begs the beauty to talk to the emperor." It's the eldest son of the emperor in our palace, and he doesn't even have a name, so don't you let the court see jokes? ”

Tian waved his hand and motioned for Qingluo to go down.

She sighed: "Sometimes I'm really afraid that the emperor and this child are not close, but I'm afraid that he is too close, he is not a ...... after all"

"Zhaorong, don't worry, today is the child's 100th birthday, and the emperor will come no matter how busy he is. The name of the prince is a big deal, and the emperor has to be carefully weighed. Even if Zhaorong doesn't think about himself, he should think about his children and family, and some things should not be mentioned again. ”

Before Shen Yunzhen's words landed, he saw Nan Jingpei stepping into the dormitory, today he was full of spring, and he thought he was in a good mood.

"What's more?" He asked.

Shen Yunzhen and Tian Zhaorong were both stunned for a moment, and Shen Yunzhen smiled: "Tian Zhaorong said that the emperor has not given the prince a name to this day, and the slave maid thinks that the name of this prince, the emperor must think about it carefully, and the slave and maid are persuading Zhaorong not to urge the emperor." ”

He walked to the shaker and teased the baby, and said indifferently: "You are right, the name of the eldest son of the emperor really needs to be carefully considered. ”

Shen Yun really remembered the incident in the Lost Trace Pavilion in his heart, and after saying a few words with him, he resigned and left. Liu February, waiting for her at the gate of Yuxiu Palace, she didn't ask anyone to follow, saying that she wanted to walk by herself. Liu February's couldn't resist her, so he took the sedan chair and went back first.

The Lost Pavilion in Yuxiu Palace is very close, and you can reach it after a few turns.

It is idle all year round, the gate is empty, and even the old eunuch in charge of guarding it does not know where to go. They have always been like this, but whenever they are free, they will definitely go to eat, drink and gamble. What's more, it has been rumored that the Lost Pavilion is haunted recently, and even during the day, the eunuchs and palace ladies don't like to stay here.

There were no idlers, so she pushed open the lattice door and walked inside.

In the unused halls, there are rows of low tables and tables. Just as there was a portrait of the saint of Kong, enshrined in the god of the ancestors of the Great Qi, she slowly walked inside, and saw a cast bronze bell, hanging on the green grass. There is a four-legged bronze tripod on the bluestone brick, which is full of incense ash, and a few hearts are inserted in the ashes to light incense. The smell is not good, a little choking.

She gently stroked the bronze bell, although this bell is old, but it is an atmosphere that cannot be concealed. The carving on it is also clearly written, and it is a whole "persuasion" engraved by the seal book.

"You're here."

Someone behind her suddenly spoke, and her hand froze slightly, knowing that it was King Xin.

He suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind, like a long-lost lover, and he stroked her sideburns, his warm breath soothing around her sideburns. He seemed to be wearing close-fitting gold silk soft armor, which was her back. His hands were cold, as if he had just touched cold water.

She tore his hand away before she could see his full picture. Nan Yinglin was wearing the clothes of a little eunuch, and she looked a little funny.

"What is King Shin looking for me?" She asked.

Nan Yinglin smiled innocently: "That day in Lantai Palace, it was also forced by the situation, this king didn't hurt you, right?" ”

He hadn't spoken to her so gently for a long time, she felt a little sour in her heart, but she seemed to be used to being tricked by Nan Jingpei, and she was affectionate to Nan Yinglin, so she was indifferent.

He thought that she had hidden a lot of grievances in her heart, and she would cry bitterly when she saw her, but he didn't expect her to have such an attitude. He was a little embarrassed and could only hide it with a smile.

"Are you still blaming the king for speaking coldly to you?" He put his arm on her shoulder: "It's all Nanjingpei's ......"

"What about him?" Shen Yunzhen glanced at him lightly.

Nan Yinglin sighed as if he was lacking in confidence: "It was he who chased and beat me hard and forced me to have no way out." Plus you're his concubine again, I'm really angry, that's why I'm ......"

"That's why you vented all your dissatisfaction with him on me?"

"No, it's not ......" Nan Yinglin grabbed her and said in a lost voice: "It's all my fault, I'm not human, I have failed Zhen'er's heart for me, you forgive me Zhen'er, you forgive me." ”

"His Royal Highness King Xin came to me, what is the matter?" She couldn't break the shackles of Nan Yinglin's arms, so she said coldly.

He also noticed that Shen Yun was really indifferent, and let go of his hand knowingly.

"Big deal." He looked at Shen Yunzhen solemnly: "Military affairs." ”

"Militaristic affairs?" She couldn't help laughing: "What military affairs need to be discussed with me, a weak woman?" ”

"It's a heavy burden, you have to do it." Nan Yinglin's cold palm touched her cheek.

It was cold, and she reflexively avoided it. He was a little embarrassed, his hand hung in the air, and seeing that she didn't mean to be close to him, he took advantage of the situation to put his hand behind his back.

"Nan Jingpei, a faint king, has been suffering for a long time, and everyone in the world is looking forward to a benevolent king. Do you know? Even in Beihan, a border place far away from the Son of Heaven, the people there also hate the emperor, and this ballad is circulated there: The warm sun is gone, the tiger and leopard are entrenched, when will the Yellow River be poured? Wash me away. ”

She stared at Nan Yinglin coldly, Nan Yinglin also noticed the hostility in her eyes, Nan Yinglin didn't know how to resolve it for a while, so she turned around.

"Zhen'er, people all over the world look forward to Mingjun, but if you don't get rid of you, why was Mingjun born?"