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    Mrs. Xie was so distraught that she waved her hand to signal the girl to go down.

    "Not only was she unable to sleep that night, but even Grandma An couldn't close her eyes.

    Xie Lizhen is coming, and no one knows whether he brings good or bad news.

    Concubine Cui urged Xie into the palace again. She didn't know what happened. She was so anxious. She knew that frequent meetings between the two might cause Emperor Jia'an's displeasure, but she still sent someone here.

    ???????????? Fu Minghua had been dreaming all night, but the next day he looked better than Mr. Xie.

    After resting for a day, she knew that Mrs. Xie was going to take her into the palace again, so she only brought two maids, Bilan and Biluo, to go out with Mr. Xie. It was still at Wangxian's door last time. Jinggu's calm face concealed her anxiety.  Concubine Cui in the palace still looked as gorgeous as ever, but her eyes were full of storms.

    Fu Minghua was sent out by Concubine Cui. Concubine Cui took Xie's hand and burst into tears:

    "Ah Yuan, help me."

    "Your Majesty" Mrs. Xie was startled. This was the first time she saw Cui Guifei looking so gloomy.

    "The emperor held a memorial ceremony for the heaven the day before yesterday and held that bitch Rong's son in his arms."

    On such an important day, the emperor and the empress should have attended, but the throne of Emperor Jia'an was vacant, so several princes attended. However, the emperor at that time held the hand of the fourth prince Yan Xin and led him to be worshiped by all the officials.  .  To Concubine Cui, this situation was equivalent to Emperor Jia'an having expressed his stance, and to the officials, it was also a sign that the emperor's intentions were understood.

    The moment she heard the news, Concubine Cui felt as if the sky was falling.

    She and Concubine Rong were at loggerheads. The two had been fighting for many years. How could she be willing to lose here?

    Emperor Jia'an's meaning was very clear. He doted on Concubine Rong so much that he loved the whole house. He regarded the fourth prince Yan Xin as his heir and ignored the other princes.

    Concubine Rong is a bitch who is good at planning. As soon as the emperor's attitude became clear, she took advantage of the situation. If she was allowed to cooperate with Mr. Fu, she would have a good location.

    "If Yan Xin is" Cui Guifei said this, she could hardly continue.

    "But Xie knew very well what she meant by her unspoken words. If Yan Xin was established as the prince, when Emperor Jia'an died one day, it would be the day when Concubine Cui and her son were in trouble.

    Mrs. Xie bit her lip: "How do you want me to help?"

    Her eyes met those of Concubine Cui. In fact, she already knew how Concubine Cui wanted her to help, but did she really want to do this?

    "To solve Concubine Cui's urgent situation, the most important thing at the moment is to break the conspiracy between Concubine Rong and Lord Fu.

    Since the day she married into the Fu Mansion, her life has been worse than death. It would be a good thing to get rid of it early, but in this case, her daughter

    Ms. Xie's body was trembling slightly. Concubine Cui took her hand and assured her firmly: "I will treat Yuan Niang well and find a husband with outstanding character for her in the future."

    Fu Minghua knew the scene in the Penglai Palace without having to listen.

    The ice lotus I saw last time has not yet melted away and is crystal clear.

    Jinggu asked her to sit in the side hall for a while, but she shook her head and refused.

    Not long after, I heard the sound of shallow footsteps, and heard the voice of a boy whose voice was changing:

    "Is Mrs. Changle Hou Shizi here?"

    A chamberlain answered softly. Fu Minghua turned around and saw a young man wearing a black mink fur with some snow on his head standing at the other end of the veranda at the corner of the palace. He turned his face and talked to someone.

    Seemingly noticing Fu Minghua's gaze, he turned his head and stared at Fu Minghua with his slender eyes. An invisible pressure hit Fu Minghua. She stood up and knelt on the ground in a polite manner. Jinggu and others  He even lay down respectfully long ago.

    The footsteps were getting closer and closer to her, and a hand gave her a virtual support:

    "rise."

    The hand did not touch her, but from a few inches away, the cold air was like a thin needle, stinging her face.

    Fu Minghua thanked him and got up from the ground.

    Third Prince Yan Zhui sat on the bench where she had been sitting before, turning his head to look at the frozen Taiye Pond in front of him, with lifelike lotus flowers carved on the pond.

    The power and status of the masters in the palace can be seen from these details. He turned back to stare at the girl who had already stood up, and still remembered the way she looked when she turned her head last time.

    It is somewhat similar to Mr. Xie.

    He smiled slightly and said, "The rules are taught well."

    Mrs. Xie taught her daughter the rulesIt was good, but it was a bit too boring. The ice and snow in his eyes did not melt, and he clearly knew the reason why Concubine Cui asked Xie to bring her daughter into the palace.

    A few days ago, he met the Wei family from the Zhuguo Palace. Compared with Fu Minghua, the Wei family had a much more lively temperament.

    A piece of snowflake was blown by the wind and floated on his cloak. He casually reached out and brushed it away:

    "What books have you read?"

    He is not very old, but he speaks with the air of a superior being condescending.

    Children in the palace usually mature early, so Fu Minghua memorized a few books casually and nodded.

    Yan Zhui is sitting on a chair, wearing a golden sword. Fu Minghua is standing slightly taller than he is sitting, but his aura and demeanor are as if Fu Minghua is kneeling in front of him.

    "It's not bad either." After he finished speaking, he seemed to get up and leave.

    Although he is not old, he has a lot to do every day. Being able to sit down and chat with Fu Minghua is already a very honorable thing.

    "After learning these things, can you write poetry?"

    He asked casually, as if he had almost guessed in his heart that the girl might be talented in her heart, but she would refuse modestly to show her humble and submissive temperament.

    As he expected, Fu Minghua shook his head: "Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness, but I'm just not good at learning."

    With a smile on his lips, Yan Zhui stood up and tapped his chin: "Be humble and polite, and obey Joan."

    Fu Minghua pursed his lips, neither happy nor nervous about his praise.

    This is rare.

    He was no longer prepared to quarrel with this boudoir girl: "Can you chant lotus?"

    Yan Zhui pointed at the pool not far away. Fu Minghua raised his eyelids and looked at this proud man with a smile:

    "I don't know how to chant lotuses. If Your Highness wants to hear it, I have a little limerick."

    Yan Zhui did not turn to look at her, but nodded slightly: "Nian."

    Jinggu on the side was holding a handful of cold sweat, looking at this girl who had been doing very well since entering the palace, and was deeply afraid that something she said was wrong and would offend Yan Zhui. After all, she knew Concubine Cui's plan.  of.

    "The big rabbit is sick, and the second rabbit takes care of it. The third rabbit buys the medicine, and the fourth rabbit takes care of it. When the fifth rabbit dies, the sixth rabbit carries it. The seventh rabbit digs a hole, and the eighth rabbit buries it."

    Fu Minghua¡¯s voice was gentle and his tone was neither fast nor slow, making this little oily poem interesting to read.

    Jinggu is also literate. Although she cannot write poetry, she can still tell that Fu Minghua's poem is not like the quatrains nowadays.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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