"The county lord is here?" As soon as Qi Yu entered the courtyard gate, he felt the unusual atmosphere in the prince's mansion and the past, the air was filled with an indescribable good aroma, and the tea books that were sprinkled and swept were brought out by Steward Hu himself.

Qi Yu entered the study, holding his breath and not daring to make any sound, for fear that he would startle the people in the room, but there was no one in the study.

Qi Yu was stunned for a moment, and at the same time he was disappointed, but he didn't believe it, the courtyard was obviously different from the past, and the aroma of pastries in the kitchen had wafted to his nose.

"What are you doing in a daze, Your Highness is back?" As soon as Steward Hu entered the door, he saw Qi Yu who was stunned in place.

"Not yet, Your Highness sent me back to get a letter." Qi Yu said, a little disappointed, is it because the county lord hasn't been here for a long time? It's just that Qi Yu feels ......

"Oh, oh, go quickly-" Steward Hu originally wanted Qi Yu to help, "By the way, I found an opportunity to report to His Highness that the county lord is here." ”

His eyes lit up, he really came! He said there was nothing wrong with that.

"Is the county lord really here? Why don't you see it? Qi Yu looked around the study and didn't see anyone.

"Don't go quickly—" Steward Hu kicked at Qi Yu, what he was holding in his hand was not affected in the slightest, Qi Yu flexibly avoided it, smirked and took the thing and left.

The embroidery girls in the yard next to the kitchen gathered around a half-embroidered embroidery, and their mouths made exclamatory sounds.

"Miss Snow Willow, the slave has been embroidering for thirty years, and I have never seen such an embroidery method, it is like living, how can there be such a skillful hand in the world."

"yes, yes, it's not that much like it."

"This is embroidered by our county lord himself, naturally no one can compare, in fact, it is not so troublesome to embroider, the embroidery thread selection and stitching method of this moire ......" Xue Liu said in detail.

Steward Hu walked in with a smile and put the steaming pastries in his hand on the low table in front of Zheng Nianru, naturally he didn't dare to block the light of the county lord, and he was very curious about what the county lord was doing.

"His Royal Highness the county lord, the pastries that have just come out of the pot, your favorite red date bean paste filling, choose the bean paste from Minshan, not sweet." Steward Hu said cautiously.

"Steward Hu, thank you, put it down-" Fu Dong didn't dare to disturb the county lord to draw Hu patterns, early this morning, the county lord suddenly became interested, and brought the embroidery that had been embroidered for a few days with him.

His Royal Highness the Prince's birthday is approaching, and the county lord is ready to personally prepare gifts for His Royal Highness the Prince.

"Okay, Your Royal Highness the County Lord, don't be tired, just go down if you want anything." Steward Hu is not at ease, the county lord has not been here for a long time, and this sudden arrival is even more indiscriminate.

Zheng Nianru is in a good mood, the patterns in her hands are very smooth, Zheng Songyuan's clothes are all from her except for the official clothes outside, which has always been her most attentive place, and now, she naturally has to be more attentive.

……

"The son visits the queen mother." Zheng Songyuan was summoned to the court, his order and Qizhu were anxiously waiting outside the queen's palace, and it had been a while since Qiyu sent something out, would the county lord be impatient to wait?

In the past few days, Zheng Songyuan's actions have been extremely large, and there are many things that his orders and bamboo have handled, and these sudden changes are ostensibly carried out at the same time as the operation of the Qiandao Temple to hunt down the ghosts and spirits.

However, his order and his bamboo knew that his master had been planning for many years.

Qi Ling faintly felt that His Royal Highness was going to make a big move, Concubine Wen Guifei had done so many things over the years, and His Royal Highness didn't move, this time......

Qi Ling vaguely felt that this was not the most ripe time to do it, and it seemed that everything started when His Highness came back from Duanwang's Mansion that night......

"Fu Xun, it's almost the end of the year, you will be nineteen years old after the New Year, the mage is referring to every nine should pass, and you should add people to your side." Empress Xiao let the cold man beside her help people up, and glanced at her son in front of her meaningfully.

One of the people she sent over had an accident, and the other was locked up in the backyard, and the information she got was very limited, which shows that even if it is her own son, he is still defensive about himself.

is afraid of the power of the Xiao family, in the end, it is the heir of the Nanzheng royal family, her son wants to be thoughtful, even if it is so, he will do a drop of water on his face.

She can turn a blind eye to these, the Wen family has been so reckless all these years, except for the old emperor who let it develop to compete with the Xiao family, his son is also happy to see such a result in his heart.

It's just that she still can't let the candidate for the crown princess, and the position of queen must belong to the Xiao family.

"Queen Mother, at the moment, the ghost spirit gully is still in my Nanzheng territory, Xing Pavilion in the middle of the court is seriously ill, the Nanlin faction of the Great Confucian is arguing with the North Pavilion, and the northwest Xinjiang is even more turbulent, and it is not too late to mention the matter of the crown princess after the year." Zheng Songyuan's words were calm, and he did not deliberately refuse or agree.

"Fu Xun, these things are small things compared to the major events of your life." Empress Xiao didn't want to break it, the two palace maids she sent over, as for the woman Zheng Songyuan hiding, in her opinion, they were all trivial matters, and she didn't want to mention them when she turned a blind eye.

Although the prince's mansion is tightly hidden, it doesn't mean that she can't get any news at all, it's been a few days, and there has been no royal doctor in the prince's mansion, and there are no clues about the heir, which makes her more satisfied.

At least in this way, Fuxun is a safe one, and no matter how much trouble he makes in this matter, he doesn't dare to let the royal heirs let people beak it, let alone be influenced by those who are not clean.

"The queen mother, the son-in-law has the arrangement of the son-in-law." Zheng Songyuan still spoke calmly, and it would take half a year at the fastest before he could let Nianru stand by his side openly.

"Fu Xun, the position of a crown princess will not affect you anything." Empress Xiao was a little unhappy, not that she was not close to her son, but that for so many years, her son's speed was too fast, she couldn't keep up, and Zheng Songyuan in front of her was like a calm bottomless pool, and under the calm surface, she couldn't see the undercurrent in the depths.

Zheng Songyuan was silent, silence was a silent refusal, Empress Xiao slowly stood up, she thought that for so many years, she basically did not interfere with the other party's decision, and the selection of the crown princess was her little interference.

"Niangniang, you are angry, there are still things that are not easy to discuss with His Royal Highness the Prince, you are the biological mother of the Prince, the Prince's filial piety is in your eyes, Niangniang ......" Leng was a little anxious, glanced at Zheng Songyuan, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is also, what things cannot be discussed.

Zheng Songyuan sighed, some things are slowly beginning to be foreshadowed.

"The queen mother is happy and angry, the candidate for the crown princess, and the sons have their own favorite people."