The waiter, who was as silent as a cicada, hurriedly got up, hurriedly went to carry the horizontal wood, and reopened the palace door of the "Ye Ri Palace" with a "babbling". Outside, two small chamberlains rushed in eagerly, knelt down in front of the dragon family, and almost cried: "See Your Majesty." ”

"Why is there such a rush and hustle?" She asked in a cold voice, with a hint of the impatient coldness in her eyes.

The little chamberlain didn't dare to raise his head, only fell to the ground, and replied in a trembling manner: "Back to Your Majesty, our son-in-law is not good." ”

One was mixed with a crying voice, but the words were clear: "Back to Your Majesty, our son has just been practicing martial arts in the court, and I don't know how to make a fork in the air and fall off the plum blossom stake." Now...... Now...... Lying on the bed and dying, the Imperial Doctor...... The imperial doctor said that the childe's breath was unstable...... It's going to be bad. ”

This seems to be very clear, but it is not very clear, and listening to it makes people anxious.

Long Yi added in his heart: It is really a 100,000 urgent matter! Her face sank, and she whispered to the two little chamberlains, "Go!" The front palm lamp leads the way! ”

The palace maid surrounded the dragon family, and when she got on the phoenix, the two little chamberlains took the lantern neatly and walked quickly in front to lead the way. Looking at this lively and distant figure, the people of the "Ye Sun Palace" couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

Jin Yao stood in the middle of the court, the cool breeze of the summer night brushing his clothes and hair. A pair of eyes looked at the back of the door that was gradually sinking into darkness, his eyes were dull, and after a long time, he smiled at the corner of his lips, turned around, strode towards the hall, and commanded the attendant Wen Sheng on the side: "Pour out the medicinal food." ”

A group of people quickly came to the "Xuanyu Palace", and the dragon family calmed down, looking at the silence inside and outside the hall, and only felt weird. It stands to reason that no matter whether this thing is true or not, it must be arranged to be bustling, and it is the right way to have a group of imperial doctors busy with it. It's good, it's quieter than in the temple where no one is there?

The two little chamberlains calmly led her all the way to the door of the main hall, lowered their heads, and said angrily: "Back to Your Majesty, the prince is recuperating in the palace......

"Where's the Imperial Doctor?" The dragon couldn't help but laugh in his heart, and he had to do a full set of plays.

"Childe sent the Imperial Doctor away." Another attendant asked in a low voice.

The dragon family glanced at him, he looked delicate, and he had a shelf that controlled people, presumably it was Dong Zilai, the master's attendant in this "Xuanyu Palace". Looking at the calm little eyes on his confused face, she knew that his master would not be in any danger of life, but she was afraid that not even a single bone was broken, and these scenes were all fake?

Now that she has come, she can't help but push the door in, and she has to be sympathetic. A smile loomed on the corner of the dragon's lips, and he stretched out his hand to push open the door of the hall, and the pink and blue skirt rippled lightly, and he stepped in, and a clear breath came to the hall. This kind of incense is as fierce, lofty, and cold as a spirit, like a man who is lazily lying on the couch at the moment.

He was dressed in a dark nightgown, with his arms resting behind his head, one leg bent and the other leg resting on it, not at all like a noble son of a meritorious official family, but like an unruly prodigal. His gaze scraped her from top to bottom like a knife, and then he exhaled lightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and he said with a smile: "I think he won't do anything to you in such a short period of time?" As long as you don't want to ......"

The dragon's gaze also lingered over his body, and it was almost certain that he didn't have any injuries at all. Hearing this, he couldn't help but smile, calmly sat down on the Taishi chair on the side, and whispered: "How does Aiqing know that the widow is unwilling?" It's just that the time is too short and it's too late? ”

Han Fengmo's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and then unfolded, and the thick eyelashes covered the look in his eyes, as if a trace of surprise and surprise flashed.

Is her words so different from the dragon's previous words? Long Jia keenly caught the change in the smile on his face, and was silently guessing in his heart, but he adjusted his breathing and expression very quickly, and stroked the brocade orchid on his cuffs, but asked unhurriedly: "I don't know what Aiqing wants to discuss when she brings the widow here so urgently?" ”

To be sure, he didn't want her to have too much trouble with Jin Yao, especially when it came to something like an heir. It's just that she doesn't know what his purpose is now? Is it for the Han family's power in the court? Did he have an agreement with the dragon family to protect her in this matter? Or is it just because he ...... in his heart Don't want to, don't want the dragon family to have someone else's heir?

The dragon turned his eyes to look at him, and smiled slightly, this smile was a little weird.

Han Fengmo stared for a moment, then snorted coldly and said: "If Your Majesty really has this intention, he will not send Fang Juan to let people release the wind, is it that Jin Yao's medicinal diet has sleeping and aphrodisiac drugs?" Now that Weichen has done His Majesty a great favor, His Majesty not only does not appreciate it, but also wants to beat him up? ”

He raised his eyebrows, looked at Long Sui's somewhat trance-like expression, and said with a slight lift of the corners of his lips: "Please forgive me, Your Majesty!" Wechen has always liked to go straight and not used to beating around the bush. ”

His handsome face showed a hint of hardness and sincerity in the firelight, and his eyes also shone in the firelight, but there seemed to be no emotion in his eyes staring at her.

In such a short period of time, he could know that it was she who let Fang Juan release the news? He wasn't afraid that she would know about his power in this palace, and he didn't seem to care about it, or was he not taboo? Why? Why is he so unscrupulous and has no scruples about her imperial supreme? Just relying on the power of the Han family and the predicament that the dragon family has to rely on for his Han family?

"The Jin family doesn't want to see the widow have the heirs of the Han family, or even the heirs of others, don't you Han family want to see the widows have heirs other than the Jin family?" The dragon suddenly asked in a deep voice, her eyes gradually deepened, she had to ask something.

"Wechen don't dare! The Han family didn't dare! Han Fengmo's eyes froze, his gaze moved away from her body, fell elsewhere, and replied lightly.

It's not very polite, but it's not casual either.

"If this is not the case, Aiqing and the widow have always been irrelevant, so why should they help? Don't say anything to the widow that the monarch and the minister are a family, and the widow's business is Aiqing's business! There was a coldness in her eyes, almost glaring at him, with a hint of contempt and mockery in her eyes.

"Then whose child does Your Majesty want to conceive?" Han Fengmo really asked rhetorically.

Long Yi smiled slightly in his heart, but his face was silent, if he didn't care, whose child she was pregnant with and what did it matter to him? As long as it is not the Jin family, no one else's children can become a threat to the Han family at this moment. If the Jin family has not fallen for a day, it is impossible for the dragon family to be an enemy of the Han family, and if you want to cultivate an opponent to compete with the Han family, you must wait for the Jin family to fall before you can show the dew at the earliest. The Jin family can't, the Han family can't, and Mo Huaizhu's special identity naturally can't easily conceive his heir. Liu Yexin is a person in the rivers and lakes, and there is no power behind him, but his bloodline is not pure, and it is difficult for his heirs to survive in the palace, unless the dragon family blindly protects him, when she is involuntary inside and outside at this moment, she can't protect it if she wants to.

Outside of the fourth son, who does she want to be close to the most? Clear-eyed people can see at a glance that it is a square scroll.

Although Fang Juan's father is an official in the DPRK and China, he does not have much influence in the DPRK, but he still has some prestige among the civil officials, and he can faintly form a rivalry with the Jin family, and at this moment he is also sheltered under the imperial power of the dragon family.

He is indeed the most suitable candidate.

She was silent, but there was a knowingly question in her eyes.

He suddenly sneered and asked rhetorically, "Is it a square scroll?" ”

She still didn't speak, but noticed that the hand he had been holding on the edge of the couch was slowly clenched, and the nails of his thumb turned moon-white for a moment, apparently holding hard. In just a moment, his nails returned to light pink, but his face had been disguised to be very careless, and there was not even a hint of murder in his eyes.

"Uh-huh!" He smiled coldly, then turned his eyes away, and asked casually, "Your Majesty has put him under everyone's noses recently, because he didn't die fast enough?" He couldn't understand her mind a little, even if he had faintly noticed that she was different from Fang Juan before, but he had always been careful to hide her indifference and self-discipline alienation, but now he was pulling the most important man in her heart into the target of everyone's arrows, what was his intention? She doesn't want to hide her heart anymore? Don't want to continue to protect this person in your heart before you completely control the real power?

"If the man chosen by the widow is not capable of protecting himself, how can he protect the women around him? How can you stay by the widow's side safely, and how can you stay with the widow for a long time? Long Huan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he calmly answered the question in his heart, "In the past, it was a widow who thought wrongly, if a treasure does not want it to be broken and looked down upon, the best way is not to hide it perfectly, but to turn it into a sharp blade. What's more, Ah Juan is not a fragile treasure, he is an excellent man who can meet the enemy as sharp as an unsheathed sword. ”

"A brilliant, sharp man?" Han Fengmo snorted and chuckled coldly, lowered his eyes slightly, and said, "I sincerely hope that he can live up to His Majesty's words and will not be easily broken and broken." ”

His nails turned pale again, and they didn't return to blood for a long time.

Long Jia smiled and got up, still in an indifferent tone, and said intermittently: "If he can't do it......" She sighed deliberately, and almost whispered: "It's not worthy to stand by the widow's side." ”

What does this mean?

Han Fengmo raised his eyes suddenly, but saw her accidental distraction, and there was a trace of loneliness and loneliness entangled between his eyes, lingering in front of his eyes.

Did she say this intentionally or unintentionally?

He sighed in his heart, slowly closed his eyes, and whispered, "Your Majesty, Shu Weichen is injured and can't get up to see him off." "But the bottom of her heart is confused and cold, her throne is swaying left and right in this imperial power, her whole person is wandering between the blades, who can be the person who reaches out to help her, and who can she really trust? Who can really trust her and put his life, emotions and power on her, the Empress of Yu, desperately?

It seems to be affectionate and ruthless, and it seems to be ruthless and affectionate.

He gradually lost sight of her. She is no longer the little girl she used to be who laughed with butterflies in the bright spring breeze and walked barefoot on the soft grass. He is no longer the boy he used to be, running freely on a fast horse and drinking freely with a wine bowl.

All this has long been irreversible, and it can only leave a deep mark and a deep mark of regret in the depths of my heart.