Inside the Rizheng Palace.

Now it is spring, the earth is revived, all kinds of flowers are flooding the Lizheng Palace, and the eldest grandson Wujian is bored with this.

I saw her sitting in the pavilion, as if she was reminiscing about her life.

She married into the Li family at the age of thirteen, experienced countless winds, frosts, snow and rains, and witnessed the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty all the way, and her mother was in the world for nearly ten years.

In front of me, I seem to recall the scene of escorting in front of a certain pool.

She hadn't walked out of the Lizheng Hall for nearly two months, and she had been cultivating here.

But even so, her body still did not improve in the slightest.

She didn't want to disturb Li Shimin, who was in charge of everything, and she didn't ask her children to accompany her, let alone alarm other concubines.

She is not afraid of death, and the only thing she is still worried about in her heart is the matter between Li Shimin and her children.

The eldest son, Li Chengqian, was made the crown prince at the age of eight, and Li Shimin personally appointed the old minister to teach strictly, and she was most worried about the second son, Li Tai, the king of Wei.

Li Tai has a bright temperament since he was a child, loves to read, and even delves into magic, and has visited Li Chunfeng and some charlatans many times to consult him.

It's a good thing to be smart, but Li Tai is too sharp in front of everyone, especially in recent years, and his attention has even surpassed that of the prince.

Datang has already had a fratricidal tragedy, and she doesn't want Li Shimin to see this cruel picture after she dies.

Although Li Zhi, the king of Jin, was crowned king, he had always followed her to fulfill his filial piety, and she wanted to teach Li Chengqian comfortably and cultivate a brother worthy of trust for Li Chengqian.

However, God is not beautiful, and now he is sick, and he doesn't know when he will die.

"Chunhua, do you think that this palace can still see the color of snow falling on Chang'an..."

Chunhua, the maid who has been with the eldest grandson since she entered the palace.

"Niangniang, don't say such unlucky words, Your Majesty has recalled the national teacher and the blessed general Li Yunxiao, you will be able to be healthy!"

The eldest grandson Wujian nodded Chunhua and said with a wry smile: "You, you know that it sounds good, the body of this palace, you know best, what is the use of saying it if you are relieved." ”

"Mother, mother..."

When he was sighing, a palace maid ran outside the door.

"Niangniang, Concubine Yang Shu, come to visit and say hello."

"Say hello?"

When the eldest grandson heard this, he cheered up and made himself look a little more energetic.

"Let her in."

"Yes!"

After a while, Yang Shufei walked in slowly.

Concubine Yang Shu is the daughter of Emperor Yang of Sui, since the Li family entered Chang'an, she has been included in the palace of the Qin Dynasty, and she is also the biological mother of the third prince Li Ke, King of Wu.

Although he is in his thirties, he has a dignified appearance and elegant manners, and his posture is as slender as a willow in the wind.

When she came to her, Concubine Yang Shu gave a salute and said respectfully: "I haven't seen the queen for a long time, I learned from others that I was sick, and I came late to greet her, and asked the queen to forgive me." ”

The eldest grandson smiled indifferently: "What did my sister say, you come to visit me occasionally, I am grateful that you are too late." ”

Yang Shufei smiled back: "The queen is laughing, my sister only hopes that the queen can recover sooner, and my sister will be at ease." ”

The eldest grandson Wujian glanced at Yang Shufei carefully, and involuntarily stretched out his hand and stroked the other party's cheek.

She is the same as herself, both in words and in appearance, but because of this, the eldest grandson Wujian is a little bored in his heart.

"I heard that Sister Shufei takes good care of the rest of the concubines, and a few days ago she specially reminded Your Majesty that she was lucky, but is there such a thing?"

Concubine Yang Shu nodded and said respectfully: "Your Majesty has been grumpy recently, and my sister just wants to comfort Your Majesty through her sisters." ”

The eldest grandson Wujian nodded: "Since I have seen it, my sister should go back, lest the spring breeze be cold and ruin her body." ”

"Then my sister helped my sister into the house first?"

The eldest grandson stood up as if he was fine, and said with a light smile: "Don't work sister, even if you are sick, you can still do this thing." ”

"Then my sister won't bother and say goodbye."

The words fell, and Yang Shufei got up to leave.

After Yang Shufei left, the eldest grandson sat back with a pale face.

The back of Yang Shufei's departure always flashed in his mind.

She now knew why she felt bored.

Because it's like, it's too similar, this Yang Shufei is almost her shadow, self-proclaimed humble, virtuous and virtuous.

In the eyes of outsiders, Yang Shufei is not jealous, nor does she compete with others, and the most important thing is that among Li Shimin's sons, Li Ke, the son born to Yang Shufei, is the most similar to him.

They are all thick-eyed and sword-eyed, and they like to hunt at a young age, and they love to study academics.

It's just a pity that half of the blood on his Li Ke's body is from Emperor Yang of Sui, which is always a diaphragm and is destined not to enter the eyes of His Majesty.

"Chunhua."

"The slave is here."

"Take this jade pendant and go to Xue's house to find that Xue Jieyu."

Xue Jieyu, one of Li Yuan's concubines, had already been ordained a monk at an early age, and because she had a good relationship with her eldest grandson, Wuji, they still had contact with each other.

The eldest grandson Wujian is most worried about the fact that her children will not be disciplined now, if it is her, maybe she can.

....

Samurai.

Now that Wu Shun is married, in these years, this matter is the only thing she can be happy about.

They are like living in a fire pit in the martial arts, even if there is the folding fan left by Li Chunfeng back then, the other party does not dare to embarrass their mother and daughter too much, but the usual etiquette is gone.

Now that Wu Shun is married to a foreign country, he belongs to one who can escape, and he is counted as one.

The person Wu Shun married was named Helan Yueshi, one of the generals of the Western Wei Dynasty, and although his strength was mediocre, his official position was quite passable.

His Yang family has been lonely, and these family affairs now seem to belong to Gao Pan.

The marriage was not grand, nor was it glamorous, and the Wu family only saw the face of the deceased samurai Tong that some people followed, and the Yang family also took the gem as a dowry.

Today's day is unusual, it is the day of her Yang's birthday, she has no intention of preparing these etiquettes, but she can't grind Wu Zhao, and she was pulled up early in the morning.

"Mother, this is an auspicious day, how can you not do it, even if there is no one, isn't there me?"

Yang smiled and pinched Wu Zhao's face: "My mother is this age, and I still care about what auspicious day is not auspicious, this birthday, but it's okay." ”

Wu Zhao didn't care about it, he was busy in the house, and brought a basin of water, which was sprinkled with picked flower petals.

"That's not good, my mother's birthday should be celebrated~~"

As he spoke, Wu Zhao's ears moved slightly, his delicate and charming face dissipated instantly, a red light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he turned his head sideways to look outside the courtyard.

"Who! Come out! ”

Yang was slightly stunned, couldn't help but look outside the courtyard, and found that a corner of his clothes flashed, and he couldn't help sighing.

"Is it Huaidao? Since you're here, why don't you come in, is it because you hate me for being in this messy place? ”

Wu Huai Dao, the son of the samurai Jean.

Hearing Wu Zhao's angry shouting, he timidly exposed his body.

It's hard to imagine that a samurai can give birth to a son with thick eyebrows and handsome eyes, but the other party's courage is really as timid as his father, and he doesn't even dare to look up at her mother and daughter.