Zheng Shuyi was wearing a delicate pink skirt, with bright makeup, a wanton smile, and the contempt in her eyes was like a needlepoint. She fiddled with her long, bright red nails and quietly stroked her slightly pregnant belly.

Song Qinghui, no matter how famous she is? What about ordering a baby kiss with the prince? Now the prince has lost his sweetheart, I heard that he was carried back by the palace people in the morning with a cold and high fever, and he is recuperating in the East Palace at the moment, without the support of the Song family, the prince will not be able to support the power of the previous dynasty for a while. She came from a slightly cold background, but she can still climb on the dragon bed to conceive the emperor's heir, in case she has a dragon son, with the emperor's favor for her, maybe she can step on this Rong Guifei and win the throne.

Thinking of this, Zheng Shuyi wanted to humiliate Song Qinghui more and more. I heard that the two in front of me were in the cave room yesterday, what a big joke, this Song Qinghui has never experienced the happiness of being a woman and a mother in his life.

Song Qinghui had heard a little about this Zheng Shuyi, and heard that she was born in Wanhualou, and was bought by a minister in the court and kept outside, but she didn't play with it. Coincidentally, on the emperor's birthday some time ago, the minister danced a dance with this young man, and he was favored by the emperor and named a nobleman in one fell swoop. Now that she is pregnant with the dragon seed and has been named Shuyi, she has even taken the minister with a slight honor, and has jumped from the third grade to the second grade.

When his brother and father were discussing this matter at home, Song Qinghui heard it in the corner. Although she is a woman, because of her identity, she is inconvenient to know about the court, but Song Qinghui has longed for the freedom of her brother to show his ambitions in the temple since he was a child.

Song Qinghui lowered his head and quietly peeped at the emperor's expression, and saw that the emperor tacitly acquiesced to Zheng Shuyi's words and deeds, and knew that this Zheng Shuyi was not easy to mess with.

The concubines didn't answer Zheng Shuyi's words, she didn't care as if she was used to it, and looked at Concubine Rong with a look of joke.

Concubine Rong frowned, and just wanted to say a few words to her, but one person below opened her mouth first.

"Shuyi Niangniang," Ji Fuxue was laughing, her voice was also very gentle, but her eyes were so silent that it was chilling, "Recently, Doctor He went to see Niangniang, and said that Niangniang's pregnancy month is still shallow, so it is better to talk less, so as not to be shocked." ”

His timbre was not the same as the girly of those little eunuchs, but it was very pleasant, and there was concern in his words, but this concern only contained three points on the surface, and the remaining seven points were hidden in his smile, which seemed a little strange.

Zheng Shuyi was a little hairy by him, and the smile that was still flamboyant immediately put away in embarrassment and was silently silenced.

Although Ji Fuxue is a minion this time, His Majesty still listens to him, Zheng Shuyi dares to choke on Concubine Rong, but she has an instinctive fear in front of Ji Fanxue.

She subconsciously felt that this person could do anything.

"Alright." The emperor rubbed his temples tiredly, interrupting the turbulent atmosphere below, "My head is starting to hurt again, it's all gone." Plough the snow, you stay. ”

It's been cold these days, and the emperor of Daliang has frequent old illnesses, and he is extremely irritable when he has a headache. Seeing this, everyone in the harem didn't dare to stay longer, and they all knelt down and left one after another.

Concubine Rong felt sorry for Song Qinghui, and privately invited her to go to the side hall to talk about herself. Song Qinghui agreed, slowly withdrew from the main hall, and paid attention to Ji Zhuxue from a distance before leaving.

The man was staring at Zheng Shuyi's back, his face was like frost, and his eyes were cold as if he was looking at a dead object.