"Tong'er, Jue Ran is still young after all. If you are the only one around, people will always gossip about you. He is a dignified prince, so where is his identity? Besides, with Jue Ran's temperament, young men always like to have more. With a woman by his side, he still loves and dotes on you because you just got married not long ago, but what about in the future..." Concubine Zhao turned her body sideways and spoke to Mo Xuetong as if she was sincere.
"Mother, is it the prince? He, what did he say?" Mo Xuetong's face turned pale, she raised her gentle face and looked at Concubine Zhao pitifully. The corners of her lips trembled twice unconsciously, appearing I was frightened by Concubine Zhao's words.
"Jue Ran didn't say anything. He just said that the women in the palace are less interested now. Sometimes they don't even feel proud to return to the palace. Tong'er, think about it, Jue Ran has less and less time to return to the palace now. Less, sometimes you come back very late?" Seeing this, Concubine Zhao felt more and more that Mo Xuetong could be bullied, and she became more serious.
Feng Juoran is no longer as good as before, and she can still deal with business. Naturally, it cannot be compared with before. It is true that she returns home late every day, but Concubine Zhao, a concubine who has been in the palace for a long time and has only seen the light of day again for so many years, knows this clearly. His whereabouts are really unexplainable.
Mo Xuetong was suspicious, but the expression on her face became more and more panicked. She blinked her watery eyes, as if she was about to cry. She twisted the handkerchief in her hand. She was so sad and sad when she was asked that she couldn't even say anything. Not coming out.
She was already gentle and charming, but now she looked even more pitiful. She was stunned and raised her head, clearly looking extremely aggrieved, but she still managed to squeeze out a smile: "Thank you, Concubine Zhao, I... I... "
Looking at Concubine Zhao's soft and concerned eyes, she was speechless for a moment, and her eyes immediately turned red.
"Don't worry, Tong'er. Jueran will always know how good you are. No matter what happens, you will always be his wife. He is still young and has an unstable temper. It is normal that he likes this way today and that way tomorrow." Concubine Zhao Her eyes were kind, her smile showed concern for Mo Xuetong, and she spoke completely from Mo Xuetong's perspective.
"Mother, what should I do?" Mo Xuetong remained calm and pretended to be pitiful, as if she didn't know what to do.
"Tong'er, don't be nervous. I told you just now. Anyway, if you want to carry someone in, just carry your own family in. On the one hand, you will have someone to take care of you. On the other hand, it can also help you tighten Jue Ran's heart. Tong There are still unmarried sisters in my son's house. If the two girls can share a husband, it will be a good story." Concubine Zhao said with a thoughtful smile.
Since Concubine Zhao knew that Feng Juoran had returned home very late in the past few days, how could she not know about the Mo family sisters? This was a hard-to-get trick. Mo Xuetong sneered in her heart, but did not show it on her face. She looked completely indifferent to Concubine Zhao. He looked like he was obeying his advice, and after thinking about it for a while, he said shyly: "The sisters are all married."
"Then there aren't any other girls from close relatives?" Concubine Zhao said seductively.
At this point, Mo Xuetong fully understood why Concubine Zhao came to her today. A cold light flashed in her eyes. The sisters of the He family really fell in love with Feng Juoran. Even to this point, they still missed him. They were their younger sisters before. , and now something happened to my sister, it created a drama where sisters are easy to marry, and He Yuxiu, who has a bad reputation, was married to Yu Mingyong.
He Yufen was left here just to wait for herself here!
Raising her head, Mo Xuetong suddenly suppressed the tears in her eyes, and said with a hint of forced magnanimity in her fragility: "Thank you for your concern, Concubine Zhao. I will go back and ask our prince about this matter. If the prince I really want to...me, I won't stop him, everything is up to him."
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"Your Majesty, it's getting late, so I'll go back first. When... I have free time that day, I'll come see you again." After Mo Xuetong finished speaking, he respectfully saluted Concubine Zhao, and then held Mo Lan's hand as if As if he couldn't help being sad for a moment, he even lost his etiquette and retreated with sadness.
No one could have imagined that Mo Xuetong would suddenly leave at this time.
"Empress!" Seeing that her goal was not achieved, Cai Chun took two steps after her and turned around and said hurriedly.
"Come back!" Concubine Zhao's face turned cold and she shouted in a low voice.
Caichun hurriedly stepped back, walked to Concubine Zhao, waved her hand, and the palace people retreated respectfully.
"Mother, why didn't you explain clearly about the eldest daughter of the He family?" Caichun said anxiously when everyone retreated.
"Do you think Princess Xuan doesn't understand?" Concubine Zhao's face was as dark as water, and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes. Although Princess Xuan is young, as long as she is not stupid, she will definitely understand what she means. Not only does she pretend not to understand, but she also How could he avoid making her angry by using an excuse to escape
"Since Princess Xuan understands, how can she dare to disobey your will?" Caichun always felt that Princess Zhao's grace was so great, and she only felt that the emperor cared deeply for her master. When she heard that Mo Xuetong was deliberately pretending not to understand, she couldn't help but said angrily.
"Humph!" These words made Concubine Zhao even more displeased, a cold and cruel look flashed in her eyes. She gave Mo Xuetong a way to survive, but if she didn't want it, it didn't matter. Her niece became the real Princess Xuan. It was good, and it would be easier for her to control Feng Jueran. No matter what, she would hold Feng Jueran tightly in her hand.
Having no heirs was her flaw. Only with Feng Jueran could she aspire to the supreme position of Queen Mother.
Since Mo Xuetong had become a roadblock for her because of her ignorance, of course she had to kick her away.
"I asked people to send the prepared gifts to Prince Xuan's Mansion to reward Princess Xuan. I said that Princess Xuan is very fond of me." After experiencing some storms, Concubine Zhao slowly put away the anger on her face, raised her head, and shouted He took a sip of tea and said with a sneer on his lips, "Just say that Princess Xuan likes the tea here, so she sent the tea over."
"Yes, empress!" Caichun understood, went inside, took out the tea leaves from the back room, put them together with the gifts she had prepared earlier, and asked the eunuch guarding the door to come over and send the tea leaves and gifts to the pavilion. The palace.
Mo Xuetong and the two maids walked out of the Mingyue Palace. Mo Ye looked behind him warily, and taking advantage of the opportunity to help Mo Xuetong, he said softly: "Princess, there is no one chasing you, could it be that this Concubine Zhao is the one behind you?" Are you letting the princess pass like this?"
"How could it be? Concubine Zhao was confused before her goal was achieved. She must hate me to death now." Mo Xuetong took the handkerchief Mo Lan handed over and wiped the corners of her eyes just now to make it more realistic. Overflowing tears, he said lightly.
Mo Lan was startled and asked anxiously: "What should we do?"
"Since Concubine Zhao is plotting against us, and now she thinks that I am a thorn in her side, she must get rid of her as soon as possible. She is in the deep palace and wants to reach Prince Xuan's Mansion. How can she succeed if there is no one to help her!" Mo Xuetong smiled sweetly, Bright eyes shine.
No matter in the past life or in this life, Concubine Zhao and the He family are destined to stand opposite Feng Juoran, so let them start early.
After careful calculation, she deliberately led Concubine Zhao to express all her inner thoughts, but blocked Concubine Zhao at the last moment, preventing her from bringing He Yufen up happily. This was completely a picture of Concubine Zhao not being at the mercy of Concubine Zhao. Meaning, the dagger appears in the picture, but the last step is entangled in the picture. How can the dagger holder not be angry and insane
If Concubine Zhao is too angry, she will definitely act excessively and lose her sense of common sense, which will make it easier for him to find her tricks. Mo Xuetong is more willing to believe that Concubine Xian died back then, and Concubine Zhao will never be clean.
The three of them walked out of the palace together and walked under the side covered bridge at a corner. Mo Xuetong stopped. The man in front of him was wearing navy blue. Mo Xuetong's eyes narrowed. He stopped and looked at the man in the distance approaching from a distance. close.
"See His Royal Highness the King of Chu!" Mo Ye and Hei Lan saw the opportunity and stepped forward to say hello.
"No!" The gentle and elegant voice was just as elegant and gentle as usual, without showing too much enthusiasm or indifference. His handsome eyes fell on Mo Xuetong's beautiful face as if unintentionally. There was a moment of trance.
Ever since he met Feng Juexuan, his reputation for benevolence, righteousness, and elegance has been spread. He has a good reputation and has always been the counterpart of Feng Jueran. However, no matter how repressed Feng Juexuan is, Mo Xuetong can still faintly follow him. There was hidden desire in his eyes. This man had a deeply repressed cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness.
Mo Xuetong was actually not unfamiliar with Feng Juexuan's desire. It was the desire for the throne, and the battles between the palaces step by step. He considered that position to be his, but compared to the other two people, his harem was The help from Concubine Su was really not that great. Although Concubine Su's natal family was also powerful, they could not compare with someone as powerful as Duke Dingguo.
Therefore, he needs to be gentle and elegant to win support and praise from both inside and outside the court.
Without these, how could he use his status as the eldest son of the emperor to fight with Duke Dingguo? In the current situation, it was clear that he had the upper hand. The third young lady of Duke Dingguo remarried to him and became the new Chu Chu. Princess, the contemporary Duke Dingguo is more inclined to him.
Feng Juelei, Feng Juelei had been eliminated by him because of the advantages created by the Dingguo Palace.
"His Royal Highness the King of Chu." Mo Xue's eyes were filled with happiness, and she saluted sideways. Half of her shiny face properly blocked Feng Juelei's direct and somewhat rude gaze. However, this half-hidden face made her even more excited. Adding a bit of tenderness and charm.
"Where did Princess Xuan come from?" Feng Juelei smiled gracefully, with a bit of trance in his eyes. This woman, from the first time they met, had attracted his attention involuntarily. He originally thought about her. His reputation was unknown, hidden deep in his boudoir, and no one knew about it. When he decided to make a big decision, he would ask for marriage, but who would have expected that he would become famous and fall in front of everyone just after arriving in the capital.
He didn't want to deal with her, but she had stepped in to seize the heir. He had no choice but to set her up, but he had to use her as a pawn!
If she was still just an unknown daughter of the Mo family who was raised in a boudoir, why would he be like this!
However, now she has become his sister-in-law and Feng Juoran's wife. Her eyes are full of unwillingness. She should be his, so naturally she should be his. (To be continued)