She raised her head and asked carefully, "Sister, what are the taboos of the palace election? ”
“Make up as elegant as you can, don't wear it too luxurious, the better. Even if the tension went wrong, it doesn't matter. Keep the smile on your face. Don't lose your manners.” Meng Mung Elm briefly points it out. She will not leave a card for the common sister, but after the election, she will look after a suitable family, called the Emperor to marry her. This is also what the parents meant. The father's petition was already on the Emperor's desk, but Aunt Wen and Meng Ruizhu didn't know.
Meng Ruizhu nodded and tried to keep his sight under control. Zhou Wudi relaxed the teacup in his hand and smiled and listened.
Meng Sangyu recalled that it was mostly a story of experience. Meng Ruizhu wrote it down in secret, so she asked for anxiety. “The palace selection also needs to show talent. My sister wants to play the piano, but there is some insignificance in her heart. Please take a look for her sister.” Her eyes crept toward the handsome emperor.
Monsanto Elm glanced deeply at her and said to Sister Feng, "Sister, bring Raju a piano.” Someone entertains herself, she never refuses.
Meng Ruizhu was delighted, waiting for the piano to play properly, his ceremony knelt in the palace, his hands softly, set out a series of beautiful notes, and then looked up slightly at the man on the seat.
Zhou Wudi seemed to stare at her. In fact, his eyes were empty. He tried to recall what talent Mulberry Elm had performed during the first palace election and how to wear it. He could be nervous and frightened. She was only fourteen years old. She was the same age as Meng Ruizhu. No one could help her. She must have been helpless in her heart, but she didn't even remember a thing.
Thinking about it, he turned to Mulberry Elm and whispered, "Were you nervous when Mulberry Elm was elected? What talent are you demonstrating? ”
Mengsang Elm glanced at him with a heavy eye and said indifferently, "The Emperor has forgotten all about it, the concubine can hardly remember.” Why was she nervous? She knew this man would leave her no matter how bad he behaved. He saw not her people, but the government of Meng behind her. In his eyes, she was just a piece of chess.
Feeling the condensation around the mulberry elm, Zhou Wudi breathed slightly nitrogen, and his tongue poured out a bit of bitterness. He seemed to say something wrong again. Hold the woman's thin shoulder and gently pat her, he softly said, "The past has become a cloud smoke, it is not necessary to remember that we have a long future to walk with. ”
Yeah, there's a long way to go, but not with you, I can do it alone! Monsanto Elm smiled shallow and did not respond.
The smile was faint and faint, like a cloud of smoke, suddenly so close that it could never be touched. Zhou Wudi's eyes were dark and his heart began to ache again. Mulberry Elm still doesn't really accept himself. What should we do? For a moment, he felt cold and glanced at the belly of the mulberry elm, and he cheered up again. Never mind. If you had a baby, wouldn't you still be afraid to tie the heart of the elm?
The two of them were thoughtful, but their bodies were close together. As if they hadn't heard the roaring music in the palace, poor Meng Ruizhu's glamorous eyes were thrown at the blind. The more they reached the end of the song, the more impatient they were, the more they played several wrong sounds in a row. The last note disappeared into the palace, and she slowly stopped, bowed and looked pale.
Meng Sangyu gave a big applause to his face. Zhou Wudi frowned and said 'Shanko’.
Meng Ruizhu's face was even uglier, and he sat down for a moment and said goodbye.
After all, she is her own sister. In front of the outsiders, she must support the face of the Meng family. Meng Sangyu sent her straight to the palace door before turning back. Meng Ruizhu suddenly grabbed her sleeve and shouted, "Sister, don't you know what you said before? ”
“What do you mean?” Monsanto Elm picks eyebrows.
“If Rui Zhu Ken drinks the soup, you will leave Rui Zhu in the palace.” Meng Ruizhu bit his teeth and finally made up his mind. What's the point of not having children as long as you stay with the Emperor? Aren't you still able to hold her?
Monsanto Elm smiled in disguise, with a slightly raised tone of disgust, “Silly boy, that's a joke! The palace doesn't do foolish things that lure wolves into the room and feed tigers. Why don't you just wait and get married? The palace will find you a good family.” She turned around and walked away, leaving Meng Ruizhu's fool standing there.
Walking into the palace, he saw a man leaning lazily against the window, holding a book in his hand, the golden sun poured out on his deep 3D five officials, and Junmei was like a god. Meng Sangyu's heart lit an evil fire, walking past the shadowy opening, “The Emperor is blessed, I don't know how many women are willing to die for the Emperor. ”
Zhou Wudi picked out his eyebrows and threw away the book in his hand. Haha laughed and fished the mulberry elm into his arms. He kissed her cheek and neck socket meticulously, rejoicing. "Mulberry elm jealous? What a sour smell!” The heartache was healed by Mulberry Elm, full of strength.
“You're jealous!” Monsanto Elm poked a man in the chest with his fingertips.
“Okay, I'm jealous! I want to die for you!” Grabbing the slender fingertip kiss of Muang Muang Elm, his voice was low and sexy, more swearingly serious, called Mung Mung Elm's eartips were congested and his heart rate accelerated.