Chapter 460 (1/2)

In the autumn of the 10th year of Yongqing, it is not winter yet, and the sun is still hanging outside. However, Mu Xiyao has already felt freezing cold. Shrinking in the arms of Jian'an emperor, on his shoulder is the fox fur he carefully gathered for her. The man's palm simmered her small hand, patted the small woman's vest, coaxed the red eyed woman, the voice was extremely soft.

”Don't be sad. I will take care of the family of Mu when you leave. Is it Jiaojiao who can't believe me? ”

Today Mu Jinzhi returns to Qingzhou. Emperor Jian'an and his royal concubines came to see him off. Just left the dock, just saw her father's Lingpai, and hook her to tears, the emperor looked really distressed. At the moment, I was sitting in a warm sedan chair on the way back. I was so decent that I could see it in the eyes of outsiders.

”It's hard for mother, too.” However, after a few days, Yu's family was reduced. It can be seen that people have not been less sad. ”I can't bear to part with you.”

Since she came to Da Wei, she was the first to give her love, not the man in front of her, but her parents at home. On New Year's Eve last year, she received people into the palace. The whole family was round and round, and it was another year's festival. At that time, there was no one in her mouth. How could she be relieved.

The small body in his arms repressed the silent trembling, which made him feel miserable and clever, which made Zong Zhenglin feel pity more and more.

Don't look at her usual teeth and claws. She really meets things that make her uncomfortable. This woman never wipes tears on his back. She is not easy, which is pulling him quietly with him.

However, as she fell in the eyes of others as she was ”inconsiderate”, it was very agreeable to him, and it was very helpful to the emperor.

At that time in the eighth year of Yongqing, Cheng Zhan, who was five days away from her full year old, had chickenpox. Yu Gu came to open a one-way party, and she stayed with her for two nights. At that time, the woman was also quietly leaning against his arms, her little hands gripping his robes, holding on and refusing to close her eyes.

”Be good. Rest for a moment, return to the palace if call a few small see, have to surround in Jiao Jiao side follow worry. Rong Hui, in particular, is afraid to cry. ” The little girl was more delicate than her mother's concubine. According to the little woman's opinion, he was used to it badly. And the biggest sincere blessing is now 16.

On the fourth day of October in the 10th year of Yongqing, the Imperial Palace, Fengxian hall and the imperial edict were issued to establish the position of the eldest son of the emperor. In the same time, there were two princes who were in charge of the government and the people, and respected the ”king of Tai”.

Listen to him mention a few small in the palace, the empress of imperial concubine rubbed her face with long live master's skirt. Looking up again, the tip of my nose was flushed, and I was rather embarrassed. ”Don't tell me what you know.”

”You are the one.” Knowing that she was still looking after her mother's face, Zong Zhenglin took out the brocade handkerchief tucked in her lapel and unfolded it carefully to tidy up for her.

So holding a delicate and soft woman, the emperor's eyes as if thinking.

It's easy to pass the overcast winter. In the 11th year of Yongqing, it's sunny after the rain. Outside the imperial study, father-in-law Gu also breathed a long sigh of relief.

Long live, the LORD rewarded Princess Ronghui with a pair of feather birds from the West. Seeing the seven-year-old girl's pouting mouth and the flat haired animal, the emperor's son finally showed his smile. In the past few days, Yuxiu palace has resumed its former liveliness, and in the imperial study, it has also slowed down its complexion.

”The emperor, your master has sent you red dates and tremella soup. I tell you to watch you use it while it's hot. ”

Put down the Lake pen, Jian'an emperor took up the spoon, but half a bowl already felt full. Putting down the porcelain bowl, I caught a glimpse of Gu Changde's hands. The back of his hands was full of blue veins, thin and streaked with wrinkles.