It wasn't until He Zhichun was not allowed to enter the palace that Cui Jiu was about to return to the house before the curfew, and he couldn't bear to wake her up, "Ah Qiao, Ah Qiao, wake up." ”

He Zhichun rubbed his eyes, "Is it there?" ”

Cui Jiu nodded, "It's going to be a curfew, so I have to go and see Awen." The Lai Guo Mansion was implicated this time, and the husband of Gao Mian was sentenced to exile, for fear that Ah Wen would do something stupid. ”

"Then you go quickly. If there's anything I can do to help, just call me. ”

The princess of Chengyang, Du Erlang, was born in the Laiguo Mansion, and if she rebelled against this kind of thing, one person committed a crime, and the whole family would be implicated. The sage had already thought about Du Gong's kindness back then, so he only beheaded Du Erlang and let Du Dalang, who is now Lai Guogong, be exiled.

Gao Mian was already weak, and when he first went to the land of poor mountains and bad waters, life was difficult.

He Zhichun thought about it again, and Hou Yu.

When Hou Yu played polo at the beginning, it was really impressive, although there were some quarrels with her before, but it was just a trivial matter. Now that General Hou is reversed, she is bound to suffer too, the daughter of the criminal official......

He Zhichun thought about it, sighing in his heart.

It has been less than half a year since she came to Chang'an, and the people and things around her have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Seeing Cui Jiu go away, He Zhichun pinched a little and entered the palace gate, because the palace she lives in now is the one where King Wei lived when he was young, so it is a little far away from the place where the concubines lived, and it is relatively close to the saint's bedroom.

When I arrived at Shangwen Palace, as soon as I got off the soft sedan chair, I saw Ruan Mo standing at the door and watching, "Why did your lord come back, he was really in a hurry to die of an old slave." Hesinon is all right? ”

He Zhichun smiled and grabbed Ruan Mo's arm, "Don't bother, Daddy is fine." I'm so hungry. ”

Ruan Mo pulled her in distressed, "It's been prepared for a long time, there are your favorite cold salad wild mountain mushrooms, and a lot of sesame oil is put in it." ”

Seeing this, Mu Hibiscus hurriedly went to the small kitchen to serve food, and Ruan Mo asked Qingli to prepare for bathing and changing clothes, and saw that there was no one around, so he whispered to He Zhichun: "Since your lord has entered the palace, don't call He Sinong Daddy in front of the public in the future." It's a saint, and your lord should call Daddy to be close. ”

He Zhichun frowned, "Why don't I know what you're talking about?" It's just that Daddy has raised me for so many years, and he almost died for me several times, if I don't recognize him as a father in order to take into account the feelings of the saint, then what kind of person have I become! ”

"The saint doesn't want his daughter to be an ungrateful villain."

It doesn't matter if he wants to or not, if he accommodates him everywhere, then how aggrieved he will have to live! When she was a child, she must have called the saint to be her father, but people didn't like her much.

Ruan Mo couldn't talk about He Zhichun, so he had to keep his mouth shut.

Could it be that if a person was raised by someone, he will look like someone?

The saint is as good as a stream, the queen is also gentle like water, and the noble lord is like He Yu, and she is very tough. Oh, when I was a child, I was raised by the stubborn King Wei...... In the future, I will marry Cui Jiulang, who is not afraid of heaven and earth.

Ruan Mo thought about it like this and accepted his fate. Eighty percent can't be changed.

He Zhichun didn't think much about it, she picked up the Lantern Festival and wanted to touch its head, but the Lantern Festival turned her head away with a disgusted face, He Zhichun smiled dumbly, "You guy, like your master, still dislike the little lady I didn't bathe and change clothes, is that to hug you in the future, you have to smoke some small fish fragrance first." ”

I don't understand the words next to the Lantern Festival, the word Xiaoyu is like touching the mechanism, sniffing, looking around, where is Xiaoyu? What about Uncle Ben's little fish?

He Zhichun used a bowl of soup, bathed and changed clothes, and went to bed. Today was her first day in the palace, and she thought she would choose a bed, but so many things had happened that made her fall asleep in a short time.

Ruan Mo sat in the corner of the small couch, shook the fan for He Zhichun for a while, and saw that she was breathing steadily, so she walked over and picked up the wick, and added a cover to the palace lamp. Then he turned the beads in his hand and stepped out of the door.

In this Taiji Palace, only the saint's bedroom is still brightly lit, out of the prince's matter, the saint is grief-stricken, and the palace concubines do not expect the saint to summon people to sleep, and they dare not laugh and laugh to hold a banquet, and they all know the rest of the current affairs early.

He was only wearing a cyan regular dress at the moment, sitting cross-legged in front of the table, with a Junshan silver needle in front of him, and the tea was already cold.

And across from him, sitting was the rumored old monk Master Zhiyuan.

Before He Zhichun and Cui Jiu had time to find the master to crack the fate, the sage had already taken the lead and wanted to go with them.

No one's fate is immutable, and a person's face will gradually change with his experience and choices, and the nobles and villains he meets.

I don't know how long it took, the sage picked up the cold tea and took a sip gently, "Master, can you see the national fortune of my Daqing?" But eternal prosperity? ”

Master Zhiyuan closed his eyes expressionlessly, folded his hands, and said, "Amitabha." The poor monk said early on that the saint is the master of the Ming Dynasty and will be able to help the world and the people. In the future, children and grandchildren will have their own children and grandchildren, and where in this world is there a dynasty that will never decay. The saint is greedy. ”

The saint sighed, "I am indeed greedy. is greedy for the peace of the country and the people, and is also greedy for their children to be able to live in harmony. But now, Uncle Huang and my son have betrayed me......"

Master Zhiyuan did not answer.

The saint himself betrayed his father and brother, and now he is betrayed by his relatives, which is karma.

What's more, the world is bustling, all for profit; The world is crowded, all for profit.

The imperial power is so good, who doesn't want it?

"King Wei and King Jin, who can set up to realize my greed? King Wu is also acceptable, but he is a concubine, and as soon as he sets a precedent, in the future, cats and dogs will want to fight for a position, and the uncle will not agree, and it will be another dispute. ”

Master Zhiyuan sighed, "For the establishment of the crown prince, the sage should not ask the poor monks, but should convene the ministers of the cabinet to discuss." ”

Those who can enter the cabinet are all old foxes, and it must also be the balance of power of all parties, even if the saint decides for himself, he will have to ask sooner or later.

The sage glanced at Master Zhiyuan speechlessly, "Can't you pinch my fingers?" ”

Master Zhiyuan shook his head, "The poor monk has already passed it. ”

The saint was startled, and several drops of water leaked out of the cup, "Master, if you calculate Tianbao now, does she still have the emperor's life?" I really don't understand, a woman, and she doesn't have any chance to get involved in politics, how can she have the emperor's mandate? ”