If Qing Ruo heard that the three emperor brothers and the princess of Chu were not on good terms, even the flowers and candles in the cave room slept in separate rooms. But she thinks this princess is very good, not to mention that she is very beautiful, and she can also compose poems! It's a good match with the Three Emperor Brothers. Even Miss Chen doesn't have the ...... of the Three Emperors' Sister-in-law, so it turns out, she seems to have found the key.

"Third Emperor Sister-in-law, what do you think of Miss Chen?" Almost all Sui'an knew that Chen Lingyin liked Zheng Luoting, and if there was no Ye Jiaojiao, it was likely that the current Princess Xi would be Chen Lingyin.

That mandarin duck? Ye Jiaojiao looked at the empty bed, thinking that it should be made soft. "I just came to Sui'an, and I don't know much about her!"

Qingruo knew that this imperial sister-in-law didn't have any scheming, no, she must be mentioned. "Imperial sister-in-law, don't you think Miss Chen and the Third Imperial Brother are a little too close?"

Of course it's close! Ye Jiaojiao felt that the mandarin duck was almost written on her face that she liked to be cold. "She usually comes to borrow books from her brother." The niece and daughter are thinking about themselves, and Kyaukjiao is happy, but there are some things that don't want her to get involved.

Qingruo didn't know how to remind Jiaojiao, although it was normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines, but she couldn't accept it in her heart, perhaps because her mother didn't see her father a few times a year. walked over and lay down in front of the window, "Third Emperor sister-in-law, the mother concubine said that her former cousin was also called Jiaojiao. ”

Ye Jiaojiao couldn't help but reach out and touch Qingruo's hair, "Really?" What a coincidence! ”

Qingruo raised her head and smiled, "My cousin became a fairy, she was originally going to marry her father, but later she was replaced by a cousin of the mother's concubine." ”

So back then, Youjun married Zheng Dingye instead of herself. "Is my father good to Concubine Jun?"

Qingruo's smile faded, "The mother concubine said, it's enough to be happy to see me." So I think she shouldn't care about being unfavored by now! ”

This nephew's daughter grew up in the palace wall, and she is rarely simple-minded, since ancient times, she is the most ruthless emperor's family, Zheng Dingye's harem is huge, and she is a person who is very affectionate, maybe Youjun can only pin all her hopes on Qingruo!

The rain outside the window was falling, and Ye Jiaojiao and Qingruo laughed from time to time. It was getting dark, and the rain didn't mean to stop, Ani walked in, saying that King Qi was leaving, and asked Qing Ruo if he wanted to go.

"Qingruo, be careful!" Ye Jiaojiao always didn't worry about her niece and daughter staying next to the monster.

"Third sister-in-law, don't worry, I'm just going back to the palace, there's no danger. Besides, Uncle Eleven is with me! Qingruo laughed out two pear vortexes.

Ye Jiaojiao said in his heart, your eleventh emperor uncle is the one you should be most wary of. "Okay, come to me if it's okay!"

Sent away Qingruo, Ye Jiaojiao looked at the sky, he should still sleep in Xiyuan today, it was too troublesome to move things back and forth on a rainy day. She held an umbrella and walked towards the West Garden.

The raindrops fell on the umbrella, crackling, and in the dim rain curtain, Ye Jiaojiao wore a purple dress and walked slowly on the bluestone road. A burst of silver bell laughter floated in, she frowned, it's so late, how thick is this mandarin duck?

Ye Jiaojiao wants to go back to rest, but this mandarin duck must be driven away, what if she uses the excuse that it is dark and rainy, and she stays in this study to cook rice with Leng Sheng? Ay! She sighed, all of them unconscious. She felt like a cold mother, always afraid that he would take a detour.

Belch! This one seems a little awkward. Ye Jiaojiao stood outside the study, watching the pair of childhood sweethearts walk out of the door, and the cold man was holding an oil-paper umbrella, probably wanting to send the mandarin duck home. They don't think they're here to peep, do they?