The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 138 How Hypocritical
But, what a pity, what a pity, Baili Jingyong is that proud first princess, she won't accept your favor.Seeing that she would rather be pierced through the back by a sharp object than you reach out to save him, how did you feel at that moment?
Life is better than death?

Hehe, finally, the gentle and jade-like Prince Jinyang's heir was in chaos, and made many mistakes that he had never made before. They were not deliberately avoiding, but really powerless to fight back... Isn't it very bearable?Isn't it always deep and indifferent like a pool like a sea?Why didn't he even dare to look at her directly?
The heavy rain fell all over the sky, and the man was led away by his husband, and his body was not wet by the rain. Why did you, Han Ye, refuse the umbrella your wife held for you and walk into the storm?There is only her back in front of you, but you refuse to let it go, and you want to chase after her wet footprints, but you can't see that she is wearing another man's boots.

What are your qualifications? !

What is your identity? !

Prince Jinyang's son is just a display. He entered Shengjing as a hostage. If you want power and a foothold in the court, you can only rely on the Li family. Although our marriage is not emotional, you can do it well It's too rough!

Baililuo remembered what the concubines asked in the Cuju competition, asking when she would have children, and the resentment flooded in, completely covering her smiling eyes, and she couldn't help reaching out to caress the position of her left arm.

The summer shirt is thin, and there is an ulterior secret hidden there that may be discovered at any time...

In order to keep this secret, she must do whatever it takes!
"Princess."

A voice came from behind.

Baililuo didn't need to look back, she knew it was the maid Chuncui, she hurriedly put down her right hand that was caressing her left arm, and asked with a normal expression, "What's the matter?"

"The imperial concubine said, let you and the son-in-law wait for the Seventh Highness to finish school and have lunch together before returning to the Jinyang Palace." Chun Cui panted, "The slaves have already greeted the father-in-law on duty, and wait for the son-in-law After coming out of Zichen Hall, lead him to Zhaohui Hall, the princess doesn't have to wait here."

Hearing the words "Zichen Palace", Baililuo's eyes flashed, and the center of her brows was twisted into a knot. She walked to the side stone table and sat down, poured herself a cup of herbal tea and drank it down, holding the celadon cup , Youyou said: "No, I am waiting here for the son-in-law to come out."

When Han Ye left the Zichen Hall, Mo Wen and Baili Jing's bamboo sticks had just stopped at the steps in front of the hall, and happened to bump into each other through the heavy stone steps.

Han Ye is above, and they are below.

Han Ye has always been calm. Today he is wearing an ordinary white shirt, not court clothes. Obviously, he is not paying homage to Emperor Jing Yuan as a courtier. The hem of the plain white shirt fluctuates slightly as he walks, like a gust of breeze. Free and easy.

Bai Lijing has always felt that there is no one in this world who is more suitable for white shirts than Han Ye, as if the color is always clean and will not be stained with a trace of dirt.The words that Baililuo reminded her of embarrassment just now were just to show that Han Ye was here, and when she saw him, she couldn't help but get hysterical and lose her temper.

But, no more.Bailijing has been able to calmly accept the fact that Han Ye is a stranger, and she will no longer lean up cheekily just because Han Ye is here, and will not leave no matter how cold he is.

The current Jing Xiaobai seems not so complete.

"Jing Xiaobai, be careful."

Bai Lijing's eyes flicked past Han Ye's body, and she tried to stand up while supporting the edge of the bamboo pole, but she was so injured that she couldn't even move the foot to get off the bamboo pole.

Seeing this, Mu Lian hurried forward to help her.

The sleeves of the palace dress were wide, which could have covered the gauze wrapped on the palms tightly, but when going up the stairs, Bailijing reached out to lift the long skirt, which exposed the wounds on the palms again, causing her brows to frown in pain. A wrinkle.

Mo Wen followed, wrapped his arms around Baili Jing's waist, and used his weak strength to carry her forward.

Han Ye walked down, and they went up, getting closer and closer, the steps were wide, they were not walking in the same straight line, however, for a moment, they would cross each other and pass each other, it seemed that in many occasions, they had already It's not the first time I've passed by, and it's not the first time I have nothing to say.

Early in the morning, Han Ye came to the palace to pick Baililuo back to the mansion, and together with Baililuo came to pay respects to Emperor Jing Yuan, sat for a while, but Emperor Jing Yuan left him to talk alone.

Since ancient times, the emperor and his son-in-law can only talk about family affairs. If the emperor can't guard against the monopoly of his relatives, how can he find more troubles for himself from the son-in-law's family?Naturally, the government will not mention it much.

When Han Ye stayed, Emperor Jing Yuan did chat with him about family affairs.However, unlike ordinary consort families, the Han family in Beijun Mansion has an unusual background——

Among the founding heroes of the Daxing Kingdom, the Situ family was the first, and the Han family was the second. Later, the late emperor pointed Princess Yuechang to Han Xing, the eldest son of the Han family, and gave the Han family a higher status than the king of the Situ family.Even 17 years ago, after Emperor Jingyuan ascended the throne, the Han family was driven to a remote and cold place in Beijun Prefecture, but the court still did not dare to uproot the Han family. A large part of it was because of the extraordinary Princess Yue. of origin...

In this continent, apart from small barbarian countries, there are only two regimes co-existing on the vast land: Xingguo in the east and Qin State in the west.Dongxing and Western Qin have experienced long-term scuffles, and they have also been married. Princess Yue's biological mother is the late emperor's Empress Xiande. Married into Dongxing as the princess of the West Qin Dynasty, and gave birth to the first prince and Princess Yue for the first emperor.

Because of this, the Han family has been stationed in Beijun Mansion for more than ten years, even though it has always been a thorn in the side of Emperor Jing Yuan, but due to the relationship with Xiqin, they can't act rashly.

Emperor Jing Yuan asked Han Ye if he had communicated with Beijun Mansion recently, and how Princess Yue and King Jinyang were doing.

Even though the weather was getting hotter, the huge Zichen Palace was very shady and cool. With the insurmountable distance between the monarch and his subjects, Han Ye suddenly knelt down, bowed his head and said, "Mother's health is not good, Han Ye is very worried."

There was an obvious deep taste in the tone, which made the eunuchs on duty feel the sadness of the son-in-law.

Emperor Jing Yuan sighed: "I'm getting old, and my health is not very good. I think Princess Yue can't stand the climate of Beijun Mansion, or she misses her son who is far away in Shengjing?"

This is a question, it seems that the words are sincere, but it is really light.

Han Ye didn't look up, but replied: "Father Huang Shengming."

Emperor Jing Yuan pondered for a moment, and said: "If that's the case, why don't I order someone to escort Princess Yue back to Beijing to recuperate, so that I can share the family happiness with the son-in-law, how about it?"

Emperor Jing Yuan would not fail to understand that from the Beijun mansion to the imperial capital Shengjing, one has to go through a long journey, treacherous mountains and rivers, and bumps all day long. Even ordinary people have to spend a lot of energy. Even if he managed to get to Shengjing, he might not have half his life left.

(End of this chapter)