On a spring afternoon, the study is elegant and secluded, the warm sunlight comes through the window, and the light and shadow flow on the peacock blue silk satin screen, which makes people feel a little lazy.

Cui Yuan supported his forehead with one hand and held the scroll in the other, sitting behind the low desk and pretending to sleep.

Half-asleep and half-awake, it was like going back to 20 years ago.

At that time, he was still young, and he went to the court with his father to discuss matters, and the government and the opposition were arguing whether to send the little county lord to Luoyang as a proton.

The first emperor was short-tempered, and such important matters related to the survival of the country were not as important as the concubines in the harem who were waiting for his favor.

Seeing that the quarrel was inexorable, he said impatiently: "It's not a big deal, why do you Aiqing have to fight for red faces?" Everyone has voted, if there is a majority of those in favor, send the child north to Luoyang. ”

The eunuch with a thin white face and a long face held a sandalwood stick holder, hurried through the civil and military officials, and got a bamboo stick with approval or disapproval.

At that time, he was still young, and he still had some kindness in his heart.

He also felt that it was too cruel to let that little baby go to Luoyang to suffer instead of everyone.

He wanted to object, but finally succumbed to his father's stern gaze.

He presented the bamboo stick, only to feel that it was a murderous knife handed out, and cold sweat was already nervously breaking out in his palm.

Another eunuch stood on the imperial step and sang the words on the bamboo stick, and he recited again and again, the Manchu civil and military, except for a few officials of the Xiao family, actually wrote in favor.

It was a spring afternoon, too.

Now that I think about it, the voice of the first emperor is a little blurred.

The expressions of the officials around him also tended to be blurred.

All he remembered was that he had inadvertently glanced to the side of the temple.

There was a beaded curtain on the side of the golden hall, and the princess Sima Bao, dressed in plain makeup, held the baby who was still in swaddling clothes, and sat quietly behind the beaded curtain.

She listened to the singing, tears rolling down her cheeks, but strangely no sound.

Until the final result was announced in public, she still did not fight, and even lost her tears.

Xu knew that he was about to face a tragic fate, and the little baby suddenly cried.

Sima Bao lowered his eyes and coaxed the baby in his arms, and the light and shadow fell on her, exuding a strange beauty.

At last the baby was coaxed, she stepped out of the beaded curtain, looking down at all the courtiers with a calm expression, her voice hoarse but firm: "What your lords say is that if you can exchange peace between the two countries, this palace should do everything in its power. It is a blessing for this child to protect my mountains and rivers with his own strength. ”

She has a plump body and a graceful bearing.

It seems, quite generally.

The civil and military officials and even the first emperor were very satisfied with her.

So the first emperor Jin named the little county lord as the princess of Jian'an, and returned to Luoyang with the northern delegation two days later.

The breeze blew through the window, and the pages on the low desk rattled.

Cui Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and in his mind, he still repeatedly remembered the appearance of Sima Bao's makeup that day.

He admired her pattern and courage, and also pity her for losing her husband and children at such a young age, and he fell in love with her at that moment.

Sima Bao makeup is a princess of the royal family, and the family has no objection to marrying a woman of this status, and he himself is not a perfect person, his original partner is gone after giving birth to Ling and Yuewei, and it should be continued, so the following year, he officially married Sima Bao makeup.

Over the years, she has put down the shelves of golden branches and jade leaves, taken care of her husband and children in the backyard, not only arranged the mansion in an orderly manner, but also handled the relationship between her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law quite properly, and the relationship between their husband and wife was very smooth.

The fly in the ointment is that she was seriously cold and failed to give birth to a son and a half daughter for him.

Fortunately, she is kind-hearted and raises Ling Renhe and Yuewei as her own children, which can be regarded as another kind of happy reunion.

Thinking of this, Cui Yuan suddenly felt better.

He summoned his entourage and said with great interest: "Go and tell the kitchen to cook a table of good dishes, and then move out the twenty-year-old bamboo leaf green in the cellar, and tonight I will watch the spring river flower and moonlight night with the princess." ”

The attendant happily answered "Whoa" and was about to do it, when there was a sudden movement outside the study.

A big palace maid pushed open the door of the house: "Your Highness, watch out for the threshold." ”

Sima Bao put on a gorgeous dress and held her hand and slowly stepped into the study.

Behind her, the palace maids and chamberlains rushed in, and they filled the study in an orderly manner.

Cui Yuan was stunned: "What is the princess doing?" ”

Sima Bao didn't look at him.

She sat down straight and dusted her wide sleeves elegantly: "Come and ask your husband for an account." ”

"I don't understand that even more." Cui Yuan got up with a smile, walked behind Sima Bao, and thoughtfully squeezed her shoulders, "You and I respect each other like guests, how can I ever owe you anything?" ”

A trace of disgust flashed through Sima Bao's eyes, and he raised his hand slightly.

The two eunuchs with excellent kung fu immediately grabbed Cui Yuan's arms, escorted him to Sima Baojiao without saying anything, and fiercely forced him to kneel on the ground.

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Good night duck