Chapter 15: Appearance and separation

If Lan Ruoyan had the most fun in this "ghosted" incident, she hadn't bothered the woman Liu Yuting, and she was too scared to go out. However, as a pregnant woman, she is already very ** and can't stand so many toss.

"Lan Xiang, do you think men are that important to women?" Lan Ruoyan combed her long blue hair, looked at Lan Xiang's figure in the mirror, and asked flatly.

"This...servant doesn't know." Lan Xiang, who was making the bed for Lan Ruoyan, suddenly heard Lan Ruoyan's question, and her brain was a little short-circuited. After all, it is really difficult for a person who is paying full attention to work to suddenly think about such an emotional problem.

"Ha ha, why did I forget that Lanxiang is a little girl who came out of the cabinet?" Lan Ruoyan got up with a smile, walked to the desk, and picked up a book of the Book of Songs she was reading during the day. Since she sang the song Peach Yaoyao, she has been full of curiosity about this ancient masterpiece.

Why did people in ancient times like to use the poems in the Book of Songs to express their feelings?

"Madam, do you still want to read?" Lan Xiang tilted her head and looked at Lan Ruoyan. Under the dim candlelight, the arc of Lan Ruoyan's cheeks loomed, and her beautiful facial features seemed to be covered with a veil at this moment, and her beauty was inadvertently revealed.

"Lan Xiang, have you read the Book of Songs?" Lan Ruoyan turned the first page and asked instead.

"Well, the maidservant has only heard of 'Guan Ju'. I don't know much about anything else." Lan Xiang smiled shyly and shook her head.

How many books can a little girl read? This is ancient times, not the 21st century, and not everyone is qualified to read the books of sages. With a slight sigh, if Xia Qi can be as free and open as the 21st century, will she live more devotedly? In this royal palace, she always feels like an outsider. There is no love, let alone a person with no motivation to love.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Lan Xiang saw Lan Ruoyan holding the book, and her expression was low and haggard. She couldn't help but come forward and asked.

"It's okay. I just want to know what the food tastes like." Lan Ruoyan shook his head and covered the sadness of the past, and the people living here couldn't help it. They are all self-contained people, so why give Lan Xiang more of their own troubles?

"Credding? Is there any dish in the Book of Songs? Lan Xiang was puzzled by Lan Ruoyan's nonsensical words.

"Didn't Lan Xiang listen to Guan Ju? Why don't you know the dishes?" Lan Ruoyan laughed again. It seemed that the little girl had really only heard of the Book of Songs and did not seek to understand it.

"Oh, mother, don't laugh at me. Mother, is there really a dish in this Guan Ju? Lan Xiang's big eyes stared at the Book of Songs in Lan Ruoyan's hand and was full of interest in the topic of "Xiangcai".

"Guan Jujiu, on the island of the river. A fair lady and a gentleman. The dishes are mixed, flowing left and right. Lan Ruoyan picked up the book, and the content he read in his mouth slipped all the way, and finally stopped at the line of "variegated vegetables, flowing left and right".

"Ah! There are really dishes!" Lan Xiang shouted in surprise, "I didn't expect that there would be such an ordinary thing in this poem."

"Can't you enter poetry if you are ordinary?" Lan Ruoyan smiled and looked at Lan Xiang, "Lan Xiang, everything in the world is ordinary. Even if he is a king, putting aside his yellow robe and crown, he is just an ordinary person inside. There is nothing high or low between people and people. Yes, it is also man-made.

Lan Xiang listened to Lan Ruoyan and nodded as if she didn't understand. Looking at the lamp oil that was about to burn out, he hurriedly said, "Mother, it's getting late. Shall we go to bed?"

"Hmm." Hearing this, Lan Ruoyan let go of Lan Xiang's hand, nodded and got up. When she walked to the bedside, she stretched out. "After so many days of busy work, I can finally have a good rest." She went straight into the quilt, rolled around the quilt and closed her eyes.

Squinting and looking at Lan Ruoyan's sleeping child as usual, Lan Xiang slowly put down the curtain for her. After the lights went out, she walked out of the room. In the dark, Lan Ruoyan opened her eyes. She went back and told him...

The study

"Creek?" Xuanyuanchen sat behind the desk and asked rhetorically after listening to Lan Xiang's report.

"Yes, the Empress said she wanted to know the taste of the dishes. It is the dish of 'the difference in the left and right' in the Book of Songs · Guan Ju. Lan Xiang said one by one, and most of what Lan Ruoyan said did not understand. But her memory is surprisingly good. As long as she has seen and heard it, she will never forget it.

"The uneven dishes flow from left to right... Oh, it's interesting. What else?" Xuanyuanchen knew the source of the dish and couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth. Even if the woman stayed in the room and didn't come out, she was very thoughtful!

"The Empress also said to the maidservant that everything in the world is ordinary. Even if he is a king, he is just an ordinary person inside, putting aside his yellow robe and crown. There is nothing high or low between people and people. Yes, it is also man-made. Lan Xiang repeated that sentence. Somehow, when it came from her mouth, she seemed to understand the meaning of Lan Ruoyan. Is the princess telling her that everyone is ordinary and no one is any different?

'People and people are not noble or low, and they are also man-made.' Xuanyuanchen was shocked when he heard the words. Someone once said this to him. Frowing, Xuanyuanchen held the handrail. Does she know that? Did she say it herself?

"Yes. The Empress took the hand of the slave and said so at that time. Lan Xiang also noticed the change of Xuanyuan Chen's mood. She replied carefully, afraid that if she did something wrong, it would lead to unexpected results. That's all the mother said.

"Okay, you step back." Xuanyuan Chen waved back Lanxiang.

When Xuanyuanchen was left alone in the study, he got up, looked sideways at the bookshelf behind him and said, "Okay, you can come out."

The words fell, and the blue figure came out of the shadow behind the bookshelf. Su Mu looked at Xuanyuanchen, looked at the door again, and then said, "Does the prince even want to send someone to monitor the princess?"

Her existence is very important, and I need her. Naturally, we should watch and protect it carefully. It's not good to let it go." Xuanyuan took the porcelain cup on the table and took a sip of tea. The water was already warm.

"You are husband and wife..." Su Mu stopped talking and asked him to persuade his rival to treat his beloved well, which seemed to be of little benefit.

"Mu!" Xuanyuan Chen called him, "Did you take it seriously to tell me that day that I would give her to you after it happened?"

The reason why I asked again is to give Su Mu a step down. As long as Su Mu said it was just a joke and casually, he would no longer care about it.

"When did I joke?" Su Mu said calmly, "I treat her sincerely."

"What about you?" Somehow, Xuan Yuanchen listened to Su Mu's answer, and a sense of anger rose for no reason. He got up and looked directly at Su Mu and said, "If I don't allow it, will you switch to Xuan Yuan Che, because he has agreed to your request?"

Looking back at Xuanyuanchen, Su Mu did not reply immediately. He only looked at Xuanyuanchen firmly. I don't know if he could see the bottom of Xuanyuanchen's heart. In addition to him, does Xuanyuanchen have any other detailed works around the emperor? Rosemary? Or something else? Doesn't every royal person trust anyone?

"My fair lady, beg for it. I can't ask for it, and I'm convinced. Leisurely and leisurely, tossing and turning. Pick the mixed vegetables from left to right. My fair lady, a friend of piano. There are a lot of vegetables left and right. My fair lady, the bells and drums are happy. Su Mu opened his mouth and chanted Lan Ruoyan's unfinished "Guan Ju" to Lan Xiang.

Xuanyuanchen was stunned. He didn't expect that Su Mu would answer himself like this, or he didn't expect Lan Ruoyan and Su Mu to have the same intention.

"Ch, it may be a little overdone to call you that now. However, what I want to tell you is that I am sincere to her and you. No matter what others, no matter to me, will be more important than you. Su Mu's tone was gentle, and his voice made people feel close at any time.

"..." Xuanyuan Chen no longer speaks. In terms of language, I'm afraid Su Mu will always have the upper hand. He knows better than himself to use the content of words and tone to express the results that the listener wants. Turning around and sitting back in his position, Xuanyuanchen picked up the teacup again, just touched his lips, then put it down and said in a low voice, "It's cold."

When the tea cool man left, Su Mu understood that Xuanyuan Chen was ousting the guest order. He bowed and saluted, then turned around and left.

In the study, there is only Xuanyuanchen left. He drank down the cold tea, and the cold tea was left with bitterness flowing between his tongue, and his heart was inexplicably uncomfortable. Why did both of them use this poem to show their will to him? What exactly do they mean?

Lan Ruoyan is hesitating which side to choose, and Su Mu said that he clearly distinguishes between love and righteousness. So what should he do? Who gave him a two-choice choice?

You are husband and wife... What's the next sentence that Su Mu hasn't finished? Xuanyuan Chen thought of this and pressed the painful temple. He wants to say that they are husband and wife, don't they need to be monitored like this? But since he knew that they were husband and wife, why did he still want his wife? Did he treat her as his own princess?

The more he thinks, the heavier Xuanyuanchen's head will be. He suddenly felt that the situation around him was chaotic. No matter how he thought about it, he didn't know how to deal with it, but it was even more chaotic.

...The night passed so slowly. After Xuanyuanchen changed his clothes, he remembered that Lan Xiang said last night that Lan Ruoyan wanted to taste the taste of the dishes, and that Su Mu might seize the opportunity to show his goodwill to Lan Ruoyan now. She has begun to hesitate, so she wavered at herself. It's like a way to save it.

Lanxin Pavilion

The winter morning makes people sleepy. Lan Ruoyan is wrapped in a warm quilt and opens her eyes dimly. The dark curtains block most of the morning light, giving her a trance afternoon illusion.

"The prince is here--"