Sheng Zhiyao smirked before he spoke: "Grandpa Huang, don't worry, although Yu Guogong's father and daughter are not authentic, they can't do anything to me."

The emperor was surprised: "Why do you say that?"

"Because their goal is Yuanchen, they don't care about my efforts, they can only think about Yuanchen." Sheng Zhiyao explained with a smile.

Feng Yuanchen looked at Sheng Zhiyao, who had a sweet smile and a clear speech, and didn't know whether to be happy or uncomfortable.

I'm glad that this girl finally got her eyes on it and knew that she could help him figure it out; It's uncomfortable that this stupid girl actually said this as a joke.

The emperor glanced at Feng Yuanchen meaningfully, and then looked at Sheng Zhiyao with a smile: "Since this is the case, then I can rest assured, I am worried that you will be harmed by those people in the Yu family, after all, their family has always been jealous of Sheng Lixin."

"Yuanchen, you must always pay attention, and you must pay attention to what you eat and drink." The queen worriedly admonished, "Zhiyao, there's nothing wrong with this, don't do anything to you."

"Grandma Huang, don't worry, Yuanchen knows." Feng Yuanchen replied with a smile.

Sheng Zhiyao also hurriedly said, "Yes, Yuanchen is very powerful, and my father and mother often praise him."

"You!" The queen poked Sheng Zhiyao's forehead, "When you mention Yuanchen, you become different, you didn't love him so much before."

Sheng Zhiyao's cheeks flushed when she heard this, and she didn't know how to refute it, so she simply buried her head in nibbling on the chicken legs.

The emperor shook his head with a smile: "Okay, don't tease her."

Sheng Zhiyao immediately raised her head and showed a flattering smile: "It's still the imperial grandfather who loves me the most."

The queen sighed helplessly: "You kid, you know how to be angry with me."

The emperor smiled and comforted: "Okay, don't be angry, didn't you say it? Don't get involved in the children's affairs."

"That's someone else, I can't care about Zhiyao's affairs, Yuxian is not here, I have to worry about it." The queen glared at the emperor with disgust.

The emperor touched his chin and suddenly changed the topic: "Zhiyao, I will give you the Fengguang Palace, if you don't want to live in the Chenwang Mansion and the Hou Mansion in the future, you can come to live in the palace at any time, okay?"

The emperor's move surprised everyone a little, but it also felt reasonable, after all, the emperor's eldest son died early, the emperor and the queen had no children and no daughters, and the queen and Sheng Zhiyao's grandmother were close friends in the boudoir, so they naturally regarded Sheng Zhiyao as their own granddaughter, and the emperor gave Sheng Zhiyao the Fengguang Palace to make a palace, which can be regarded as justifiable.

Sheng Zhiyao was stunned for a moment and then accepted the emperor's gift ecstatically: "Thank you, Grandpa Huang, you are so good."

"If you like it."

Seeing this, the corners of Feng Yuanchen's mouth raised slightly, although he had already expected that the emperor would let Sheng Zhiyao live in the palace, he did not expect to give Fengguang Hall to her.

Sheng Zhiyao cheered and pulled Sheng Hancheng to show off: "Second brother, did you hear that? Grandpa Huang gave me the Fengguang Palace to make a palace."

Sheng Hancheng said softly, "I heard it."

"Grandpa Huang, if I go to live in the palace, what will my brother do?" qδ

"It's simple, let them go to Fengguang Hall with you, just report it every time, after all, it's still a harem, there are many female dependents, just don't run around."

"That's for sure, then Grandpa Huang, can I decorate the palace as I like?"

"Nature is okay, what is given to you is yours, and you can decorate it however you want."

Sheng Zhiyao hugged the emperor excitedly, and said coquettishly, "Thank you, Grandpa Huang."

"Alright, it's not early, go and rest."

"Yes."

Here Rong Mama took everyone to Fengguang Palace, I don't know if the emperor and the queen have already prepared, the palace people in the palace are complete, and even the dormitory has been arranged.

Sheng Zhiyao waited for Mama Rong to leave, and walked around this Fengguang Palace, although it is not big, but has its own small kitchen and yard, she silently wrote down all the places, and when she returned to the palace, she ordered the palace people to put pen and ink on the inkstone, and couldn't wait to take out the pen and paper and start drawing, she planned to arrange the Fengguang Hall into a garden, and also set up a set of tables and chairs, and then equipped

Some small toys.

"Sister, you've visited here just to change the temple here?" Sheng Hancheng said with a smile, "Do you want to be so willful?"

"How can this be willful?" Sheng Zhiyao glanced at Sheng Hancheng dissatisfiedly, and then continued to bow his head and draw, "You don't know this kind of place, the more luxurious it is, the more shabby it looks, and the more simple it is, the more noble it is to show the identity of the master."

Sheng Hancheng suddenly choked: "You don't live for a long time, what else is extravagant."

"You don't have to live for a long time, but you have to come often, otherwise why would Grandpa and Grandma prepare this." Sheng Zhiyao said seriously.

Sheng Hancheng could only dissuade bitterly: "Okay, let's go to bed first, it's not too late to change tomorrow."

Sheng Zhiyao frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head: "No, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, if I get up tomorrow, I will forget it, you are tired, you go to sleep first!"

After that, Sheng Zhiyao began to write and paint again.

Looking at such a stubborn sister, Sheng Hancheng could only sigh softly, and then sat on the stool to accompany her.

On the other hand, in the Wuwang Mansion, Jiang Shaolan has been raising a baby in the mansion every day since the last incident, and there is no intention of making trouble.

"Princess, the prince is here." The maid Qiu'er pushed the door and walked in to say goodbye.

"What is he doing again?" Jiang Shaolan sneered coldly and pursed her lips disdainfully.

"The slave doesn't know, but the slave doesn't seem to be very happy when she looks at the prince."

Jiang Shaolan raised her eyebrows: "I know, step down."

After Qiu'er left, Jiang Shaolan lay on the bed slowly, looking at the dark night sky outside the window, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

She is now more than two months pregnant, and her belly is not very pregnant, but her whole person is much rounder, and her original beautiful appearance has lost weight because of pregnancy.

Jiang Shaolan closed her eyes, felt the warm current coming from her abdomen, and couldn't help but hook her lips and smile, she finally had her own child, although it was not the one she liked.

"How is my son today?" Feng Chongwu's low, magnetic voice sounded, which was particularly harsh in the silent night.

"Hmm." Jiang Shaolan opened her eyes and looked at Feng Chongwu who was standing by the door, "Lord Wang, what's the matter with looking for a concubine late at night?"

"It's okay, just come and see my son, after all, he's still in your belly, so I always want to come and see you." Feng Chongwu approached the bed and looked condescendingly at Jiang Shaolan lying on the bed, "How are you doing these days?"

Jiang Shaolan lowered her eyelids to hide her disgust, and said softly, "Thanks to the blessing of the prince, the concubine is in good health."

"As long as you're okay, this king wants you to keep it the way it is." Feng Chongwu stared at Jiang Shaolan's bulging belly meaninglessly.