After the rebirth, I lay in the arms of His Highness and won

Chapter 131 The Soul Is Dreaming (Part [-])
Qingxiao Kingdom has this rule, which is to prevent the harem from meddling in politics and foreign relatives mixing power.

However, the lack of deep family ties does not prevent them from helping each other secretly.

For those who are equally ambitious, the bond of blood enables them to trust each other completely and move forward hand in hand.

"Last night, the emperor mentioned the marriage, but I pushed it for you with 'you are still young'." Concubine Zheng said leisurely, "In the current situation, it is not appropriate to marry anyone. If the power is so powerful, it is not your turn. An ordinary noble lady is not beneficial to your great cause, and will be a drag on many things."

"What the concubine mother said is very true." Jun Huailuo also thought so.

Then, they exchanged some views on the situation in the DPRK and China. At the end, the woman said:

"Why did the emperor come here today?"

He beckoned and served a brocade box with him.

"This is a tribute from Shao Nanguo. It has the effect of nourishing and beautifying the skin."

Concubine Zheng took it, opened it and looked at it for a moment, but no joy appeared on her dignified and beautiful face.

"Your Highness really disappointed me." He slammed the wooden cover shut, with a serious tone, "For such a trivial matter, stepping into Yaohua Palace, do you know how many pairs of eyes stared at you along the way? , beyond redemption!"

He lowered his eyes: "I know I was wrong, but I just listened to Doctor Fan yesterday..."

"What did Fan Jing say, what does it have to do with you?" The woman sat up straight, her beautiful eyes were sharp, "The servants in this hall can't serve me well, I need you to show me special attention!"

"Your Majesty, calm down." The old nanny hurriedly persuaded, "Your Highness is filial."

"If you are truly filial, you should put all your energy into strategizing!" After a pause, Concubine Zheng picked up the teacup and took a deep breath, "Luo Er, you don't know the fate of the concubines and the emperor's heirs." , the loser is a bandit, not to mention, are you willing to spend the rest of your life on the wrong side?"

"My son, I don't want to." He said firmly.

The woman nodded in satisfaction, and raised her sleeves slightly: "Go, don't stay any longer."

When he exited, a gust of cool wind blew in, which happened to pour into his mouth and nose, causing itching in his throat. He covered his lips and coughed several times, and a conversation sounded behind him.

"Your Majesty, His Highness seems to be a little hot inside, this old servant is going to get some clearing fire pills..."

"No, for such a minor ailment, he has a good doctor in his house."

Perhaps he had heard a lot, but he didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart, so he quickly walked out of the hall, boarded the car and drove away.

"Rong Kai, go to Shanhe Villa."

"Yes, fourth master."

In the open space of the peach grove, a group of girls use peach branches as swords, and they move in pairs.

"Although you don't need to be strong in martial arts, you still need to practice the basics well. It can help you at critical moments." Nanny Meng walked through it, mentioning from time to time, "Yingxue, haven't you eaten? Use some strength! Jing Yan ..."

In the corner, there are two women, one in purple and one in yellow.

The one in the yellow shirt moved closer and whispered: "Little fish, look behind."

The girl in purple took advantage of the opportunity to dodge sideways and looked back.

At the end of the path, the three of them came face to face, and the one at the head was elegant and dignified, with an outstanding demeanor.

As if sensing the eager attention, the man narrowed his eyes and glanced back.

This glance made her feel relieved for more than a month, and she was comforted.

"Oh, don't just look at it." The woman in the yellow shirt was anxious.

Hearing this, Ning Xiaoyu quickly swung out the branch, stabbing the opponent's waist and abdomen, and scratched a little of the skirt.

"Ah, sorry."

Qing Yi was taken aback, and smiled lightly: "My good sister, you really miss the Fourth Highness."

Bo Hong flew to her cheeks, she pursed her lips, but did not deny it.

Jun Huailuo and the others had already walked away, so Nanny Meng raised her hand and called to stop, telling everyone to gather in the small courtyard to explain something important.

The two of them walked at the back, Qingyi looked at her friend's absent-minded look, and couldn't help saying:

"I really don't know whether I should ask you to give up. If you want to say that His Highness treats you differently from us people, but this is different, is it worth you to indulge in it? Don't forget, we are all dark sons, and we all come to the same goal. They are meant to work for the Ye Palace, not high-ranking officials or noble daughters."

"I understand." She smiled faintly, "You all have plans, but what I have plans is only him. I follow him wholeheartedly, and I don't have any unrealistic expectations."

"You, you are really brainless." Qing Yi sighed, "What's wrong with the picture, a picture of love, but you are the most humane among the monsters and ghosts in the yard."

The friendship between the two originated from a high fever last year. The doctor prescribed a prescription, but the little maid who was transferred to serve was lazy and did not make the medicine on time.

When she was in a coma, among so many people, she was the only one who didn't like to talk. She was not afraid of gossip about herself. While training every day, she dragged her exhausted body to take care of her.

Otherwise, [-]% of this little life will be lost.

In the courtyard, Nanny Meng held a stack of booklets and looked around.

All the girls were excited and ready to move.

Every year, there will be An Zi who meets the age and conditions, and will be assigned tasks.

Once out of the villa, it means that the good days of fragrant cars and BMWs, bead curtains and emerald curtains, and rising clouds are coming.

There are also some people who don't have this ambition, and would rather take on dangerous odd jobs and live a carefree life like Qingyi.

"Xi Shuang, Mi He..." Every time a name is called, a booklet is handed out, which contains specific matters.

She watched helplessly as seven or eight booklets were distributed, not knowing whether to be disappointed or grateful.

Disappointed at not being the most useful secret in his mouth.

Fortunately, perhaps with his still simple identity, he could steal the chance to meet him.

"Bai Shao." Mother Meng suddenly raised her voice, "Follow me."

Anxiety, she followed into the house, and handed a letter in her hand, in her familiar handwriting.

In those nights when I was practicing calligraphy, I copied it countless times.

"Fourth Master said that it is most suitable for you to entrust this task to you. Don't disappoint the trust of the master."

After she finished reading, she said again: "This matter is of great importance and must be absolutely safe. I am assured of your abilities in all aspects. However, there is a problem. I hope you can solve it as soon as possible."

Eyes raised, as clear as a lake.

However, Nanny Meng's next words caused turbid ripples on the surface of the lake.

That night, she climbed up the familiar wall.

In fact, it is clear that the main entrance can be walked, but she prefers to sneak in under the name of Xiaoyu compared to "Bai Shao asks for a meeting".

As Haishi approached, the garden was silent, only a few insects were heard, and she had never set foot so late before.

Fortunately, the candles in the dormitory were still on, the window facing the flower tree was half open, and a blurry figure was projected on it.

She approached and called softly, "Fourth Master."

Without waiting for the people in the room to respond, he took out a wide-mouthed porcelain bottle tightly wrapped in cotton cloth from his arms, and put it on the window sill.

"In the afternoon, when I heard my grandfather was coughing in the wind, I made some Chuanbei pear ointment with homemade methods, and the effect was very good... Uh, the imperial doctor's medicine... After all, the medicine is three-point poisonous, why don't you try this."

"Hmm." Came a deep voice.

In the past two years, she has mostly approached in the name of giving things.

The first round was a bit bumpy, and was almost treated as an assassin by the guards.

Perhaps things were quite satisfactory, and after that, they were not obstructed again.

But it was limited to talking a few words through the window lattice.

For a moment at most, leave on your own.

She didn't dare to enter the room without authorization, and it was even more impossible for him to invite her.

Only Qingyi knows about this matter.

Therefore, my friend thinks that the master treats her in a special way.

(End of this chapter)