Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

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Because Xue Qinglian, the fire collector, was there, Xue Honglian and Feng Qingbai's two enemies even strangely reached an out of court settlement.

"Wait for me to solve the second problem, and then call you." said the expressionless man lying on the roof.

"Do you have to accompany me if you want to fight? No." Feng Qingbai lightly picked his eyes, ready to land.

"You told Xue Qinglian to wait for him yesterday."

"You are different, you are a neuropathy."

Xue Honglian had the urge to wake Xue Qinglian, and Xue Qinglian could rogue.

Old Lady Liu looked at Feng Qingbai and jumped down, "After the fight? Is it okay? Can Honglian still move?"

Feng Qingbai smiled, "still breathing."

"Let's do that." Mrs. Liu nodded and greeted Chen Xiulan and Du Juan's two daughter-in-laws. "In the morning, I even forgot to eat. Let's cook first."

The world has the biggest dinner, a group of people who watch the lively hula are spreading out, waiting for their own meals.

People on the roof can still breathe, so there is nothing to worry about.

Anyway, it can't die.

There were fights in the courtyard for three days and two days. As a member of the courtyard, the big guys have long been used to it.

Lying on the roof, he could not move, but fortunately, his neck could twist, Xue Qinglian leaned her head to look at the crowd from top to bottom, her eyes fell on the back of Feng Qingbai, her teeth clenched.

When he landed on the red bean again, his eyes glinted again.

It can make Feng Qingbai react so much. The truth must be close to his guess, and it must be related to Hongdou.And Feng Qingbai's questions just indirectly confirmed his speculation.

Xue Qinglian sneered, thinking that beating him would stop him?

If Xue Qinglian was so easy to pass, he would not stay in Liu's compound now. He was beaten by Feng Qingbai eight hundred years ago.

In the days to come, Xue Qinglian started to do all kinds of tricks in order to get medicine from red beans

People in the Liu Family's Courtyard also saw with their own eyes what was trickery.

In the compound every day, chickens and dogs jump.

Time passed quietly, and the New Year approached unconsciously. Liu Zhixia and Fu Yuzheng returned to Xinghua Village with Maodou before the New Year. They also brought a crying complaint letter from the little emperor.

The content details how desolate, lonely and lonely a person was thrown in the palace for the most reunion festival.

I sincerely hope that I will have the opportunity to visit the Liu Family Courtyard in the future.

Feng Qingbai sneered at this, and immediately replied in a few words to make suggestions for the little emperor's loneliness.

——After the draft, fill the harem and work hard for the heirs.You will be too busy to be alone and lonely.

When sending the secret letter, Wei Lan quietly opened it and glanced at the emperor who was far away in the capital.

During the New Year, Xinghua Village and Xiapo Village were as lively as ever.

The Liu Family Courtyard is the most lively.

The gifts from various residences and houses are piled up.

The capital, the royal palace, it looks quite lively.

At least on the surface.

The whole palace was decorated with joy, and red lanterns were hung everywhere. In order to increase the taste of the year, Feng Mohan even wrote a couplet by hand and posted it at the entrance of Yushufang.

But that kind of new taste, but can not enter the heart.

After eating a meaningful family feast with the concubines, Feng Mohan found an excuse to dismiss the concubine and return to the imperial study alone.

Stand in front of the window and watch the hazy moon on the sky.

The moonlight is light and cool, just like his state of mind.

The uncle and the aunt have settled in Xinghua Village halfway, and there will be no major events in Beijing and will never return.

The empress dowager who had a meal with him in previous years was also gone.

Uncle Zhixia's family will return to Xinghua Village every New Year.

There is really no one around him.

Happy New Year celebration?

He didn't feel it at all.

What is so lively and festive.

A lonely man.

The more lively atmosphere, the more lonely.

"Emperor, this year, or ... don't work anymore?" Xiaobanzi stood behind, looking at the teenager's thin back, and persuaded softly.

The young man was silent, and said after a while, "Little board, how old were you in the palace?"

"Back to the emperor, the slave entered the palace at the age of six."

"How many years?"

"Twelve years."

"miss home?"

The small board was stunned, and after the reaction, he hurriedly said, "The minions were young when they entered the palace.

The teenager didn't speak anymore and stood with his hands for a long time in front of the window.

During the period of Xiaobanzi, he followed his eyes and looked quietly into the sky.

Only a bright moon was seen, and there were few stars around, which was far worse than the beauty of the starry sky in summer night.

There is really nothing beautiful about it.

The emperor, are you thinking about the princess?

"If I have a heir now, can you tell me if I can pass on the position to him immediately, and I am just like the uncle, ignoring the customs and going where I want?"

The emperor is seeing through the red dust and trying to escape?

The small board shivered, "Emperor, then you have to have a heir before you can make assumptions like that."

Feng Mohan looked sideways, raised his eyes, and looked at the small board lightly, "Did I treat you so well and make you brave enough to talk to me like this?"

The small board knelt down and begged for mercy, and the dog whispered in his heart.

He was right.

Even if the emperor really wants to be a Zen, must he have a son first?

What's more, he didn't say that even if the emperor really has a son, and he really wants to meditate immediately, it still depends on whether the prince agrees.

Ye Wang disagreed, no matter how much he imagined and prepared.

The mountain that the emperor can't cross is not without heirs, he is not afraid to rebel against the king of Nanling.

To put it bluntly, the emperor is the real counsel.

cough.

Fortunately, Feng Mohan didn't read the mind, didn't see through the whispers in the heart of the small board, otherwise the small board really had to suffer from the board.

Heir... There was a flash in my mind that favored the big belly.

Feng Mohan smiled coldly, if the child is really his kind, then he also has a heir.

It is a pity that the favored identity and actions doomed that child will never be included in the royal family of Nanling.

Therefore, he never inquired about everything after favoring escape.

For that child, he never mentioned it.

For him, they do not have any weight.

He is the Emperor of Nanling, and everything must be based on the country first.

Turning back and walking to the book case, Feng Mohan raised the pen and seemed to write a random word on the rice paper in front of him.

Put down the purple wolf, and instructed lightly, "Stop driving and go back to Qiande Hall."

"Yes." Xiaobanzi climbed from the ground and followed the emperor before leaving, glancing at Xuan paper quietly.

The above is a word.

The pen is sharp, and the paper back is strong.

Something flashed in my mind somehow.

The emperor actually had heirs. At first, she favored the medical woman to escape from Nanling with her pregnancy. When she ran, her belly was already seven or eight months old.

Calculate according to the day, the child should be exactly two years old now.

I don't know what the child will look like now.