"Isn't this the lice on the bald man's head—the obvious thing?" Bi Qiao stared.
Qin Lu was even more surprised: "Since the Empress Dowager knew it well early on, why didn't she try to save the First Prince?"
"The empress dowager wanted to keep the eldest prince, but she saved the eldest prince. She was doomed to tear herself apart with Lord Long Live. Over the years, because of King Pingxi's affairs, Lord Long Live was not close to the queen mother at first, but in the end he could still maintain it." The situation of a loving mother and son being filial. If it really comes to that point, maybe the Long Live Lord will point at the Xu family in a fit of anger. In the end, he still can't run away, and the bamboo basket fetches water in vain. It's better to give up the eldest prince. On the contrary, I can take the opportunity to draw closer to Lord Long Live," Bi Qiao whispered, "Besides, the eldest prince has been married for many years. There are many women in the back house, but they don't even have a child, which shows that they are physically handicapped. Mrs. Xu Naturally, a family cannot support a barren prince to the throne. Do you think so? Fortunately, the Long Live Lord is still in good health. It’s better to start from the beginning.”
"The Queen Mother is really far-sighted." Qin Lu said with emotion.
"That's why, from now on, please ask the head of court Qin to take good care of Mrs. Hui's body. Don't disappoint the Queen Mother's expectations," Bi Qiao said to Qin Lv with a smile. "If Mr. Huigui can give birth to a prince, the Queen Mother will naturally miss you. At that time, Young Master Qin said that he will be in good health. It is not impossible to live a long life, Chief Qin, don't you think so?"
Qin Lu's face froze suddenly, he gave Bi Qiao a deep bow, and tremblingly said: "Yes, I obey."
"The queen mother is now looking forward to the early birth of Lin'er, but the Lord Long Live is not young, and I am afraid that he has more energy than energy. At that time, the head of the Qin court will have to make more adjustments. After all, the dragon's body is healthy and healthy, so the queen mother can love her." Isn't it?" Bi Qiao said again, paused, she raised her eyebrows and said again, "It's just that the Lord Long Live is fierce, but don't make any mistakes like the fourth prince. If there are any more mistakes, The servant girl is really worried, Mr. Qin's body is frighteningly weak."
"Yes, this minister obeys! This minister obeys!" Qin Lv was sweating all over his face, and was so busy that he bowed to Bi Qiao to accept the order.
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December 30th, 32nd year of Jiasheng
Lunar New Year's eve.
Ning Guta.
Ah Chou got up early as usual, and Zhong Mingwei did not stay in bed. After breakfast, Ah Chou went to prepare the stuffing for the croquettes. Both A Chou and Zhong Mingwei liked to eat radish stuffed meatballs, and Zhong Mingwei was going to write Spring Festival couplets. .
"How is the writing going?" Ah Chou reconciled with the meatball stuffing, wiped his hands as he came in, saw the man sitting on the kang, staring at the red paper on the small table in a daze, A Chou leaned over, Looking at Zhong Mingwei in surprise, "It's been a long time, why haven't you written a word? I'm still waiting to post it! The paste is ready."
"I've come up with several couplets, but I don't know which one to write." Zhong Mingwei looked at Ah Chou with a smile, "I'm just waiting for you to come, and I want to hear what you think."
"I don't understand these things. You think it's easy to write. It's useless to ask me," A Chou said, climbing onto the kang, and began to grind for Zhong Mingwei. A few days ago, A Chou learned how to grind from Zhong Mingwei. I really like to grind for Zhong Mingwei. Although Zhong Mingwei doesn't write often, she urged Zhong Mingwei while grinding, "Write quickly, I need to write several copies."
Zhong Mingwei looked at Ah Chou, the little braid she made yesterday hadn’t come loose after sleeping all night, it was just a little loose, and now it was hanging limply on the kang, Zhong Mingwei stared at the little braid at the other end, After looking at it for a long time, he picked up the pen, and Ah Chou hurriedly went over to look at it, although he couldn't understand anything, but his eyes followed the pen tip all the way.
"It's finished," Zhong Mingwei put down his pen after writing the last stroke, and looked at the pair of long couplets, seeming very satisfied. He couldn't help but curled his lips, and then said to Ah Chou, "This picture The couplets are posted in our bedroom."
"Shouldn't you write the couplets on the gate first? It's good for you, but you should write the bedroom first," Ah Chou muttered, but crawled over again, staring at the flying characters on the red paper, and asked Zhong Mingwei, "What do you write?" What is it? Read it to me."
"Flowers, leaves, emeralds and reds, but Si Xiangwei deliberately supports them, and does not teach rain, wind and wind, clearness and coldness," Zhong Mingwei pulled A Chou in front of him and circled them, pointing at the upper line, word by word Read it to Ah Chou, and as he read it, Zhong Mingwei held Ah Chou's face again, kissed him, and then continued to read the second couplet, "Butterflies, birds, life after life, I hope that all of you will be married, forever and ever." Twilight, I like it."