When Zheliu heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he only felt that his master had finally figured it out, and decided to release his suspicions with Mu Jingzhao and fight the wavering emperor's heart.

She smiled, looked in a good mood, went to get the tea and water and tea and put it on the fire to cook, and handed Jiang Ning the corn she had roasted.

Jiang Ning lowered his head and took a bite, and it was really sweet and soft, full of burnt fragrance.

"It's great that you can think so, the slave and maid must be the emperor to you, after all, they are husband and wife, quarrel at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, just make it clear."

Jiang Ning lowered his head and bit the corn cob in his hand and did not speak.

It was getting late, the charcoal fire in the house was still emitting a warm orange glow, and the tea in the purple clay pot was boiling, overflowing from the lid and rattling on the charcoal.

Lu Feng had left for duty long ago, and Zheliu nestled in the chair and fell asleep with his head tilted.

Before falling asleep completely, she leaned on Jiang Ning's shoulder and said in a vague voice, "Niangniang, or we will always be like this, it is enough for the slave to be by your side all the time." ”

Jiang Ning laughed dumbly when he heard it.

And Xueqiu, leaning on Zheliu's chest, bent his body into a safe arc, his head against Zheliu's chin, and slept soundly.

Occasionally, a few low snores could be heard in the room.

Jiang Ning took off the purple clay pot on the stove, took a blanket to wrap the folded willow and the fur ball, and slightly pushed open the window to leave a small gap, and then went out of the door.

The snowstorm will stop, and a thick layer of silver and white has accumulated on the ground, and many palace maids and eunuchs along the way are holding tools to clear the snow on the ground, and the melted ice and snow are dripping down the corners of the eaves, making a few ticking sounds from time to time.

With a bitter chill blowing in the cold wind, Jiang Ning tightened the big skuze on her body, she was plain white, almost blending with the snow.

The winter sun always darkens exceptionally fast, and by the time Jiang Ning walked to the Heart Cultivation Palace, the sky had already turned dark blue.

In fact, Jiang Ning didn't know where Mu Jingzhao was, and choosing this place was purely a stroke of luck.

She didn't quite know what she wanted to say to Mu Jingzhao when she saw him, and what she wanted to verify.

It seems that not long ago, she sat in front of the fire, watching the orange-red fire in front of her fall in the silvery white snow, which made her think of the bright red wedding dress on the wedding night.

So she went out of the door without any surprise, and walked to this place without any surprise.

The lights in the Yangxin Hall are bright, the door of the hall is wide open, the warm orange light reflects the snow shining, in the hall, the figures are shaking, Mu Jingzhao and Shen Qingrong are sitting side by side, and Li Zinian is standing aside. And Shen Tong sat opposite the two.

Jiang Ning's footsteps stopped.

"This time, Qing Rong can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, this girl is really fateful, and she doesn't think that she doesn't know martial arts and comes forward to resist, if there is a little accident, I, as a father, don't live."

Shen Qingrong's face was expressionless, and she didn't seem to be moved at all by what her father said.

On the contrary, it was Mu Jingzhao on her side, with a gentle smile on his face, he gently picked up Shen Qingrong's hand and put it on his lips to drop a kiss, with a warm smile on the bottom of his eyes and eyebrows.

"Yes, if it weren't for Rong'er, it is estimated that I would already be in a different place at this time, I didn't understand it before, but now that I have experienced this incident, I finally understand where my heart is."

The light reflected Shen Qingrong's cheeks crimson, and Shen Tong's smile was arrogant and flattering.

A cold wind blew and poured into Jiang Ning's nose without warning, and Jiang Ning's throat tingled.

"What the old minister said, how did the emperor think about it?"

Mu Jingzhao smiled and nodded slightly towards Shen Tong.

"Father-in-law is thoughtful, this child is my first child, so naturally I should pay more attention to it, and it is naturally good to take advantage of the night banquet in the palace to be happy with everyone, but Rong'er is less than three months pregnant, and I am worried——"

Mu Jingzhao didn't finish a sentence before he was interrupted by Shen Tongshengsheng.

"No, no, no, the old man saw that this little prince came to the sky auspicious, and it was at the end of the year, which is a good omen that is rare in a century, and it is a sign of Guotai Ming'an, if it is announced at this time, it is a good time to have fun with the people."

At this time, the smile in Mu Jingzhao's eyes had quietly disappeared, the corners of his mouth were still raised, but there was no longer a smile on his face.

Jiang Ning shook his head, and said in his heart that Shen Tong was indeed gradually losing his sense of proportion in Mu Jingzhao's connivance.

Such a set of rhetoric almost shows his thoughts about wanting Mu Jingzhao to become the crown prince at a glance, which is a big disrespectful crime.

But he was still talking unconsciously, and there was no shame on his face.

It wasn't Jiang Ning's turn to care about how long Mu Jingzhao could endure, so she couldn't help lowering her head and coughing violently.

The coughing sound attracted everyone in the room, and the four eyes instantly penetrated the door frame and landed on Jiang Ning in the courtyard.

Jiang Ning stood quietly and looked at them.

Mu Jingzhao's expression was indifferent, but his eyes were quite moved, he turned his head to Li Zinian beside him and commanded a few words, and Li Zinian immediately trotted out of the hall and came to Jiang Ning.

"Niangniang, it's cold outside the house, follow the old slave to the side hall to rest for a while, and the emperor will come after taking care of things."

Jiang Ning nodded, didn't speak, and followed Li Zinian to the side hall.

Li Zinian settled her down, and sent someone to bring some charcoal, blankets, and hot tea, and then left.

Jiang Ning sat quietly, his mind gradually empty, and began to think carefully about what he was going to say to Mu Jingzhao later.

She didn't have to have a definitive answer.

She didn't even particularly mind that Mu Jingzhao regarded her as part of her plan.

She just couldn't accept it, obviously he kept telling himself to believe him, obviously he promised to give her an explanation, obviously he said that they were grasshoppers on a rope.

But in the end, his plan was known to everyone, but she was the only one who was kept in the dark.

She couldn't take it.

She only hopes that Mu Jingzhao can give her a reasonable explanation, as long as he is willing to give it, she can choose to continue to believe.

Jiang Ning stared at the flickering candle flame in front of him, and seriously went through what he was going to say to Mu Jingzhao countless times in his heart.

Over and over again, the sky turned from dark blue to pitch black, but Mu Jingzhao still didn't come.

She looked out the window, her gaze extended to the high wall, and she was blocked, and she could no longer see the scene outside the wall.

There was a thrill in her heart, a burst of clarity in her mind, followed by deeper confusion and incomprehension.

I don't understand why I'm here, why I have to figure out why, and even if I do, what's the point. (End of chapter)