Murong Wan saluted a few people, and Mo Li pointed to a chair that was still empty: "Don't be so disciplined outside, sit down." ”

"Thank you, Princess." Murong Wan sat down in a proper manner and said, "Aunt asked Wan'er to ask, but what is the news?" ”

The concubines and concubines in the palace all called the Lu family their mother, but instead called their biological mother their aunt, and Murong Wan was referring to her biological mother, Aunt Zhao. Generally, the children born to aunts have to be raised by the housemother, and the princess of the Jiang family has been in poor health when she is here, and the children have not followed her.

Zhao is the distant niece of the old princess's mother's family, speaking of which should be Murong Jingzhong's cousin, who was originally also a young lady from an official eunuch's family. She has a relatively calm and introverted personality, usually talks very little, and does not interact much with others, but concentrates on raising her only daughter. Therefore, Murong Wan followed the Zhao family's temperament, and did not speak much, but she was extremely polite to others.

Mo Li instructed Danyu to pour tea for Murong Wan, and then said, "I haven't heard anything yet." I've sent someone out to investigate, and I'm expected to be back in the afternoon. ”

Murong Wan nodded: "Aunt said, if there is anything that needs to be done by us, the princess will just give orders." ”

"It's nothing for the time being, you tell your aunt that you can live in peace." Mo Li smiled.

Murong Wan hesitated for a moment, and took out a small cloth bag from her sleeve pocket: "Princess Shizi, Wan'er embroidered a few handkerchiefs a few days ago, I want to ...... Give it to the princess, and I hope the princess will not dislike it. ”

Mo Li took it and opened the cloth bag, which contained four different colors of handkerchiefs, and the corners of each square handkerchief were embroidered with patterns of plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum. The veils are selected with elegant plain silk, the pattern on it is harmonious, the lines are bright, and the stitching method is also extremely neat, which shows that the embroidery skill is still good.

"I didn't expect Wan'er's female popularity to be so good." Mo Li handed a handkerchief to Duan.

Duan stroked the pattern on it and praised: "Miss Murong can embroider so finely at such a young age, it is really unusual. ”

Murong Wan's face was slightly red, and she lowered her head embarrassedly and said, "Mrs. Mo and the princess have praised it falsely. Mrs. Mo just calls me Wan'er. ”

"Aunt Zhao's embroidery is better, and her hometown specializes in embroidery. Wan'er has been taught by Aunt Zhao since she was a child, and now it seems that she is about to catch up with her aunt's craftsmanship. Liu smiled.

The corners of Murong Wan's lips curled: "Where is Wan'er as good as her aunt, it's far behind." ”

"Miss Wan'er has a good temperament and a good female popularity, if anyone can marry Miss Wan'er, it must be a blessing for several lifetimes." Duan put the handkerchief back into Mo Li's hand.

Murong Wan's face turned even redder, but with a little melancholy, she bowed her head and said nothing.

Liu patted the back of her hand: "There are no outsiders here, so don't be shy." Wan'er is going to be in time next year, but it's time to find someone. ”

"Young lady...... Wan'er doesn't want to get married. Murong Wan said in a low voice.

"How can there be a girl in the family who doesn't marry." Liu only thought she was shy and sneered.

"Wan'er has a low status and doesn't want to ...... Like an aunt. Murong Wan's expression was a little gloomy, although she was born in the Beining Palace, she was a concubine. If she wants to enter a big family with an identity like her, she can only be a concubine, and if she wants to be a wife, she has to marry a concubine or a person with a mediocre status.

Mo Li took in Murong Wan's expression, and said with a slight smile: "Wan'er, don't be presumptuous, if you reduce yourself to the dust, can you still expect others to look down on you?" Everyone, whether he is a dignitary or a beggar on the street, as long as he is an upright person, should be respected. Regardless of origin, all personalities are equal. You can't decide where you want to go, but you can choose what path you want to take in the future, it's up to you what you think. ”

Murong Wan raised her head suddenly, even the Liu family couldn't help but look at her, no wonder Mo Li had never looked down on them since she married into the Beining Palace, it turned out that in her heart, they were all equal people.

"The princess ......" Murong Wan's eyes were slightly red, and she got up and blessed, "Thank you for the teachings of the princess." ”

"Sit down, where is the teaching, just talk casually." Mo Li chuckled, "Although everyone is willing to live a rich life, the most important thing is that the husband and wife have the same heart, as long as they can treat each other wholeheartedly, why care about identity." Glory and wealth are just passing clouds, and the love of husband and wife is a lifetime of happiness. ”

"I ...... Can you? Murong Wan had a hint of timidity.

"How not. Your father is not a pedantic man, you are your father's daughter. "Even if the concubine is the daughter of the king of Bac Ninh, the meaning of Mo Li's words is self-evident, the royal palace of Bac Ninh does not need to use marriage to consolidate its position, and there is no need to send the concubine to be someone else's concubine in order to please anyone. As long as Murong Wan does not have the heart to climb to power and attach nobles, it will not be a problem to find a reliable person to marry in the future.

Murong Wan nodded, she understood what the princess said, and her mood suddenly brightened.

In the afternoon, Xu Dazhuang and Ruoping returned, and there was nothing unusual in the capital, except that there were more patrolling guards on the streets. In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, they did not contact Murong Chu or the secret guards around him.

Mo Li's first thought was that this was the calm before the storm.

As she thought, the capital is as usual on the surface, but in fact, there is already a storm in the dark.

After the sky darkened, under the dim light in the Chengming Palace, the emperor's eyes were like pale gold and lay on the dragon couch with his eyes closed, if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would be no different from a dead man.

Qing Guifei sat on the side, looking at the man on the couch, her heart fluctuating. She has been with this man since she was sixteen years old, and although this man pampered her and gave her wealth, he gave what she wanted most to another woman, and he also gave the country of Da Zhou to that woman's son.

She is unwilling, she wants to take all this back, she wants to be the most noble woman in Da Zhou.

"Mother concubine......" A familiar voice recalled Qing Guifei's thoughts.

Looking at the handsome young man in front of him, there was no superfluous expression on his still gorgeous face: "Are you ready?" ”

"Hmm." Zhong Hanchi nodded and glanced at the person on the dragon couch who was called his father. He is as unwilling as his mother and concubine, whether it is Wen Tao's martial arts strategy or the art of war, which point is not better than Zhong Hantao's wreck, and he is a few months older than Zhong Hantao, and he is the only one who is long and virtuous, but this person who is called the father and the emperor wants to establish a successor in the name of obeying the ancestral etiquette and law.

Qing Guifei stood up, took a deep breath, and said absolutely, "Then let's start." ”