Feng Xi's face showed a little anxiety and eagerness, "The Empress Dowager, the matter of the last paper has already made Miao'er suffer, don't ... He took two steps forward anxiously, grasped a sleeve of the Empress Dowager with his hand, and was glanced at by the Empress Dowager, only to realize that he had lost his manners, and hurriedly let go of the >

"First of all, there should be any remaining Yuehua incense in Boling," the Empress Dowager retracted her gaze and continued with her own words, "You help the mourning family quietly get a pill." This matter should be hidden from Boling, and she should not be allowed to see half of it. ＂

"Second, from today onwards, don't let Shu'er and his biological mother go out again, and don't let them see outsiders except those who serve closely. Miao'er's child, the mourning family has its own arrangements, you don't have to worry about it. ＂

The Empress Dowager closed her eyes intently, thought about it again, and then raised her hand to signal Feng Xi to retreat. When he picked up the white silk yarn, he vaguely heard the Empress Dowager sigh very softly, "Children who are not related by blood will not be able to raise them after all." When you grow up, your heart will always be towards your biological parents. ＂

Feng Xi was secretly frightened, not knowing who the Empress Dowager was talking about, but he didn't dare to ask again. Secretly suspicious, could it be that the Empress Dowager knew the origin of Miao'er, and then thought that the emperor and the Empress Dowager would not have a blood relationship, if the emperor knew about the incident in Shangyang Hall back then... With a slight shake of his hand, Feng Xi put down the cloud silk curtain and left quickly.

On the stone boat, Tuoba Hong held a silver chopstick in his hand, and struck a set of floating blue square quadripartite plates on the table, knocking out a staggered rhythm. In front of him, Feng Dan was holding a water sleeve in one hand and a small short sword in the other, babbling and singing. The male voice is low, the female voice is soft, and the voice and figure of the eldest prince of the Feng family are excellent even if they are placed in the opera garden.

Feng Xi coughed lightly and whispered to Feng Dan, "What do you look like?" So formless in front of the emperor! ＂

Tuoba Hong put down the silver chopsticks and smiled leisurely, "I only treat this as my own home, and occasionally let loose with Ideology and Politics at home, uncle, don't take it to heart." "In addition to court deliberations, Tuoba Hong has always called the Feng clan according to their relatives. Only Feng Dan is an exception, the two happened to be born in the same year, and Tuoba Hong called his table "ideological and political".

In the eyes of outsiders, the emperor's favor to the Feng family has reached the point of no return. Feng Xi was still thinking about the sigh of the Empress Dowager just now, and he was speechless for a while.

When Tuoba Hong returned to the palace, it was already dark at night, and the wine was surging, and when he entered the palace gate, he repelled the accompanying officials, and only took Lin Lang and walked along the road. A crescent moon is solitary and inlaid on the canopy like splashed ink.

When he was about to turn back to the Sogo Palace, Tuoba Hong stroked his forehead and leaned against the bluestone lamp in the corner.

"Your Majesty, it's cool at night, let's go back early. Lin Lang persuaded softly.

Tuoba Hong waved his hand lightly, "It's rare to be quiet, you go with me." ＂

Along the palace wall of blue bricks and blue tiles, the two of them were silent one after the other, and before they knew it, they had approached a secluded path outside the Gan Weaving Palace. Tuoba Hong unintentionally raised his head, and his steps suddenly accelerated.

At the corner of the palace wall, behind a tall osmanthus tree, a bean candle flickered among the shadows of the tree. The firelight outlined a slender figure, leaning against the wooden window lattice, holding a book, looking sideways at it. The figure moved slightly, as if turning the pages, leaning forward, carefully blowing away the dust on the pages.

"Mother! Tuobahong stretched out his hand into the air, his steps staggering and eager.

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