Knowing from Yu Yue's mouth that He Xiaoqiao accepted the twenty-four solar terms beauties that he had reluctantly cut his love and sent them to the other courtyard to rehearse songs and dances, preparing to set up a women's song and dance troupe to perform in Taibai Building to attract guests, Jiang Mufeng choked in his throat in one breath, his face was so red that he almost fainted on the spot.

Next Olympics! This script is not right at all!

Dare to drug him as the king of a country, this is going to be replaced by someone else, I don't know how many times I let him cut off his head, but He Xiaoqiao is the most unprovoked daughter-in-law of his own seventeenth uncle who is holding on the tip of his heart - if he really dares to move a finger of her, it is estimated that his seventeenth uncle will be able to lift his bedroom single-handedly in the next second.

If you can't choke on this evil breath, you naturally have to find another way to take revenge and vent.

Originally, he wanted to give those twenty-four beauties to Jiang Fenghao as concubines, even if he couldn't move He Xiaoqiao, he would add to her blockage. Who would have thought that the plan was wrong, those soft girls were too unlucky, and Jiang Fenghao, the key person, did not see him, but instead bumped into the muzzle of another big boss, He Xiaoqiao.

As long as he thought of those beauties that he used to use every day to make money for He Xiaoqiao after a while, Jiang Mufeng couldn't help but want to hit the wall with his head.

No wonder He Xiaoqiao's eyes were green when he saw those delicate beauties, if it was him, someone would have brought him a super soft pillow as soon as he fell asleep, and he couldn't help but be kind to others if he didn't smile from ear to ear.

The beauties who worked so hard to collect back were all like this, and all the meat buns were beaten with dogs, and there was no return, and when I thought about it, there was indeed no clear mention in my message to Yu Yue that the twenty-four beauties were given to Jiang Fenghao, and they would be taken as cash cows by He Xiaoqiao in an upright manner, and it was completely their own doing, and they couldn't complain about others......

Squatting in a dark corner with mushrooms all over his body and drawing circles, the more Jiang Mufeng thought about it, the more sad and angry he became, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was too hard to be the emperor, and in the end, Sen Sen felt that his whole person was going to be bad.

Hit hard by this incident, Jiang Mufeng locked himself in the dormitory for several days and did not come out, and even sent him away on the grounds that he was ill.

The courtiers thought that something big had happened and they wanted to care, but they all let Yu Yue block it back, and even the queen mother and many concubines in the harem couldn't escape the fate of being turned away.

When He Xiaoqiao heard about this, he thought that he had crippled him, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart, and he was about to enter the palace to make amends for him with a big belly, but before he could go out, he asked Jiang Fenghao to stop him and take it back, "It's none of your business at all, it's useless if you go, just wait for him to figure it out himself." If he still feels sorry for himself in a few days, I don't think he needs to continue to sit in that position. ”

A monarch should not be so cowardly and careless, Jiang Mufeng is still clever, but he has never put his mind on the speculation of people's hearts, and he will not be able to be resolute and resolute as an emperor for a while and sit firmly in the middle of the tent and strategize.

Jiang Fenghao meant that he could take this opportunity to teach him a lesson, so that he could understand that the emperor's seat was not so easy to sit on, and if he wanted to sit down for a long time and sit firmly, he had to fight his own way and put in more effort than ordinary people.

"Okay." There are only two husband and wife in the left and right rooms, and He Xiaoqiao doesn't have to worry that Jiang Fenghao's words will be listened to by those who are interested, but his eyes were blank for a while, and he nodded silently, "Although I don't understand the twists and turns here, as long as you don't want me to go, then I won't go." "Jiang Mufeng didn't go on a hunger strike, he just kept him in the house for a few days, and he shouldn't be able to die.

"Just don't go." Jiang Fenghao laughed, reached out and touched her hair, "Don't worry, everything is up to the man." "Hanging Jiang Mufeng, that kid doesn't dare to come to him for trouble.

He Xiaoqiao never bothered to think about things that were too brain-consuming, and since Jiang Fenghao had already opened her mouth, she also revealed the matter by the way, hugged Jiang Fenghao's arm with her backhand and yawned, "Since it's okay, then go to sleep with me." ”

Spring is sleepy, summer is lacking, autumn is weak, hot days and a big belly, it is hard to go anywhere, only when lying down is more comfortable, so He Xiaoqiao has recently started the days of drowsiness, hugging and incubating eggs every day.

"The lady commanded, and the husband naturally didn't dare to disobey."

There is no need to go to the morning court, Jiang Fenghao is also happy to accompany his wife at home, Meizizi stretched out his hand to help her support her stomach, and the two of them turned back to the room together to sleep in the cage.

At the same time, Jinghe had just escaped from the clutches of the female official of Teaching Mama Zhou, and at the moment she was seriously copying the calligraphy posts of the founding fathers in her own dormitory, preparing to go out of the palace to find He Xiaoqiao at the end of the month.

I heard that the belly of pregnant people will slowly become bigger and bigger, I haven't seen it for nearly two months, and Aunt Seventeen is pregnant with twins, and the belly must be spectacular at this time, maybe it will be as big as a big watermelon in the new palace in the northwest this year.

Two little dolls in her belly, I don't know if she will hold on to the point that she can't walk?

Looking up at the window in a daze for a while, Jinghe was holding the brush under her hand, but her heart was not in the house for a long time, if it weren't for the master's stipulation that she must finish the post before she would be released, she would have put on her wings and flew to Changning Wangfu to see the strangeness.

"Princess, drink some sweet soup to moisten your throat." The personal palace maid Lan Yi put a bowl of lotus seed soup with clear soup on Jinghe's desk, and said softly, "The one that was just boiled and sent over in the imperial dining room is still hot." ”

"What's so good about being hot, you should drink it cold in summer." Jinghe pouted and muttered, waving his hand a little impatiently, "Take it away, it's hot, take it when it's cold." ”

It's still Aunt Seventeen who is at ease, not to mention all kinds of nasty homework, and all kinds of delicious and delicious things to choose from her, if you like to drink ice, you can drink ice, and if you like spicy food, you can eat spicy food, and no one will jump out and stop her from saying that this can't be eaten, that can't be touched, not to mention how comfortable the days are.

"Yes, Princess." Lan Yi nodded obediently, carefully moved the soup bowl to another table, and quietly stepped aside to guard, without making another sound.

Jinghe ignored her as well, bowing her head and engrossing in her homework until she had completed all of her homework.

"That's it!" Slapped the pen on the table, not caring about the ink splashing on his hand, Jinghe excitedly picked up his work and looked left and right, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

Opened the paper batch to the side to dry, and told the blue clothes to wait for the ink to dry and send it to the queen mother and the master to see, Jinghe grabbed the horsewhip thrown aside, and strode out with a smile on his face.

"But the princess is going out of the palace?" Lan Yi caught up from behind and asked hurriedly.

Jinghe didn't reply, and threatened loudly, "This palace is going to Changning Palace, and no one is allowed to stop me!" ”

Lan Yi caught up with the hem of her skirt, didn't care about tidying up her messy hair, and gasped and said, "The slave didn't want to stop the princess, but when the princess was just copying the painting, the cuffs and skirt were stained with ink, so I'm afraid it won't look good when I go out like this...... Why don't you change your clothes before you go, what does the princess think? ”

Jinghe subconsciously stopped, lowered his head and raised his two sleeves to take a look, and sure enough, he found several black stains on it, and even the skirt was stained with a lot, a black piece, very ugly.

Knowing that He Xiaoqiao wouldn't care about these details, but when he went out to meet people in such clothes, Jinghe himself felt embarrassed, so he simply turned around and kept walking towards the house, "It's still blue and careful, this palace will go back and change clothes." You ask Redsleeves to bring Saixue over first, and the main palace will take it out later. ”

"Yes." As soon as Jinghe left, he sent another palace maid, Red Sleeves, to find the groom, and he went around to the inner room, walked lightly to the dresser, looked at it for a while, and then turned his head and stretched his neck to look left and right vigilantly, after confirming that no one else was there, he quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, quickly uncovered the mahogany containing the flower water, tilted the bottle and poured everything into the bottle.

Then the bottle was capped, picked it up and shook it gently, and then returned to its original position without a trace.

Hiding the small porcelain vase again, the blue cloth calmly pulled the hair hanging down from the sideburns, patted the sleeves again, looked up and shouted behind the screen, "Princess, let the slave help you!" ”

A quiet voice came through the screen, with a hint of lightness that was very different from that of weekdays, "Hurry up, don't delay the time for Bengong to go out." ”

With both hands open, let Lan Yi help him tidy up his clothes, and finally hang his purse and Peiyu on his waist.

"Princess, do you want to sprinkle some more toilet water?"

Jinghe thought for a while, picked up the only bottle of flower water on the dresser and sniffed it, and nodded with satisfaction, "This smells good, and the smell is lighter, presumably Aunt Seventeen shouldn't mind—that's it." ”

A triumphant smile flashed in Lan Yi's eyes, and he took the flower dew and carefully sprayed it on Jinghe's hair, wrists, and behind his ears, and even the clothes were not spared, and he sprinkled a lot of them lightly or heavily.

Because the taste of the flower water was relatively elegant, Jing He didn't notice the strangeness at all, and with satisfaction in the mirror, he supported the newly coiled bun on his head with his palm, grabbed the whip that never left his body, and happily rode on his horse Saixue in the direction of the palace gate.

The sky, which was still as pure as a sapphire, gathered a large cloud at some point, lightning writhed and flashed in the clouds, and the wind blew over the palace, bringing a series of terrible sounds similar to whimpering, and the blue coat stood like a sculpture in the dark place behind the cloister, the black hair flared up and the corners of his skirt flew, staring motionlessly in the direction of Jinghe's departure and smiling with great pleasure.

On this day, it will finally change.