Chapter 118 Bamboo Basket Water 2

In the palace, in the Jinglan Hall, Changsun Han was sitting **. The Jingfei next to him took the dragon robe from the maid next to him and helped him put it on. Su Pu stood aside. Changsun Han looked at him and asked, "Is Tang Ke here?"

Su Pu nodded and said, "If you go back to the emperor, I have ordered someone to fry it for a long time."

Changsun Han said 'En' and stretched out his arm to put on his clothes. Concubine Jing doubted, "Your Majesty, what kind of soup?"

Changsun Han laughed a few times, took the bowl from Su Pu's hand, drank it in one breath and said, "It's the nourishing medicinal soup I ordered to fry. My concubine can't drink it."

Jingfei's face changed rapidly, and then she walked over with a delicate smile and took Changsun Han's arm. "Why is the emperor so mysterious that even the minister and concubine are hiding it?"

Changsun Han shook his head, handed the bowl to Su Pu, took Jingfei's hand and sat down, looking extremely solemn, "My concubine, if I go, would you like to go with me?"

Jingfei's face suddenly changed. She opened her mouth for a long time before she realized it. Seeing that the look in Changsun Han's eyes slowly changed from expectation to disappointment, Jingfei realized that she had just thought about it and had made the emperor unhappy.

Thinking of this, Concubine Jing hurriedly squeezed out a few tears, and her charming eyes flashed with water, which made people couldn't help but feel sorry. "Your Majesty, I don't allow you to talk about yourself like this. You are fine. You are long live."

Changsun Han narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "My concubine hesitated for a while just now. I thought that my concubine didn't want to be with me. It seems that I was too worried."

When Jingfei heard Changsun Han say this, she was secretly relieved. The pear blossoms rushed into Changsun Han's arms with rain and sobbed, "The emperor is not allowed to scare my concubine like this in the future. I am so scared..."

A sneer flashed in Changsun Han's eyes, but he held Jingfei's shoulder and said, "My concubine, I am also a mortal body, and I have an old day. Now my body is getting worse day by day. I have to rely on the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor to continue my life. My concubine, I'm really about to die..."

When Jingfei heard this, she immediately cried more fiercely. Changsun Han seemed to say to himself, "I have done my duty in my life and have lived up to the legacy of Emperor Taizu, but if I really went, this person who inherited the throne is..."

When Concubine Jing heard this, she immediately straightened up and pretended to be puzzled, "Your Majesty, shouldn't this person who inherit the throne be the prince?"

Changsun Han nodded, "Although Yeer is the prince, he is not calm enough, and he is not very diligent in political affairs. How can I rest assured that he can inherit my position?"

Jingfei paused and then asked, "Does the emperor have a favorite candidate in his heart?"

Changsun Han took a look at her and said, "My children are all dragons and phoenixes among people, but none of them can inherit the throne."

Jingfei blinked her eyes, and the silk handkerchief in her hand wrapped around her hand.

After Changsun Han finished speaking, he looked at the concubine Jing with a thoughtful face and smiled and said, "Look, what I said to you. Well, it's time for me to approve the folds. I'll come to see you in the evening."

With that, he stood up, patted Jingfei's hand, turned around and walked out.

"My concubine sends it to the emperor." Concubine Jing was busy. Seeing that Changsun Han had gone far away, she straightened up and walked back to the hall. The little maid next to her whispered, "Do you want to have breakfast?"

Jingfei shook her head, waved her hand and said, "Go down first, where's Zhen'er. Call Zhen'er."

The little maid of honor bowed her head and walked down. Concubine Jing sat back on the small couch, stirring her handkerchief for a burst of upset. She stood up and sat down, and walked back and forth. At this time, a little maid in a maid of honor came in. Seeing that Concubine Jing looked like this, she hurried to hold her arm and said with concern, "Mother, you What's the matter?"

Concubine Jing is the daughter of a minister from the Southern Kingdom. There is only a close maid, Zhen'er, who trusts her very much. At this time, when she saw Zhen'er, she immediately looked anxious. She took Zhen'er's hand and walked aside and said, "Jin'er, the emperor just said..."

With that, she told Zhen'er what the emperor had just said. Seeing Zhener's solemn face after listening to it, Jingfei couldn't touch it and said, "Zhen'er, do you think what the emperor said is true?"

Jane shook her head, "I don't know, but now it's time to tell the prince about this matter quickly, and it's up to the prince to make countermeasures."

Concubine Jing nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, go quickly and go outside the palace to tell the prince."

Zhener shook her head, "Mother, Your Highness came to the palace early today. Now you are in the Yangxin Hall. Don't worry, I have a way to see Your Highness the Prince."

Jingfei took a long breath, and finally calmed down her anxiety. She said to Zhener, "Go quickly."

Jin'er nodded, stood up and gave a salute, and hurried out.

After reporting to the emperor, Changsun Ye withdrew from the Yangxin Hall. As soon as he walked out of the hall, he saw Zhener standing on the steps and wavoying to him. Changsunye was impatient, but he did not show it on his face. He just winced at the attendant beside him and hurriedly walked in the direction of Zhener.

"Prince..."

Changsun Ye walked forward. Obviously, he didn't want to talk to Zhen'er here. Seeing Changsun Ye's indifferent face, Zhen'er was stunned, but she still caught up with his footsteps tightly.

When he walked to a back, Changsun Ye stopped and said indifferently, "It's not that I just met you. Why did you come to me again? Don't you know that it's easy to be found when you meet in the palace?"

Before Zhen'er could speak, she was blocked back by a series of scolding by the eldest grandson Ye. Zhen'er lowered her head and felt a little aggrieved. She followed Concubine Jing from the south. Although Concubine Jing was favored by the emperor, she was still always alone in the empty room. In this way, she flirted with the prince.

Zhen'er sighed in her heart and knew that the prince just took Concubine Jing as a stepping stone for her to successfully ascend the throne. But in this deep palace, how could there be such simple emotion? Concubine Yu Jing was like this, and for herself?

Thinking of this, Zhen'er squeezed her lips and told the prince what Concubine Jing told her. Hearing this, Changsun Ye frowned, "Is there really such a problem?"

Zhen'er nodded, "Prince, the maidservant sent the message, and the maidservant retreated first." With that, he turned around obediently and walked back.

The eldest grandson Ye was stunned and said, "Jinger..."

Zhen'er stopped, but did not turn around. Changsun Ye stepped forward and sighed. Finally, he reached out and touched the top of Zhen'er's head. He said gently, "Zhen'er, I'm too indifferent. Recently, I've been involved in political affairs. I'm really..."

With that, her tone was congested. Zhen'er raised her head and saw the man she was thinking of standing in front of her. The wall that had just been built in her heart collapsed. She should not be unhappy. She was just a maidservant. It was her greatest honor for the prince to like her. Fortunately.

Zhener shook her head and said, "Prince, I don't complain. I just want to take good care of you and help you fulfill your dream."

The girl was born in 1928. Her pink face was bright and touching, and Changsun Ye paused a little. For Jingfei, she was the pawn that she wanted to attract power, but Zhen'er in front of her was a woman she really liked. If she could ascend the throne, she must give Zhen'er a name.

Changsun Ye brushed Zhen'er's cheek and whispered, "Take care of yourself!"

After saying that, she quickly turned around and left. The yellow robe drew a deep trace in the wind. Jane stood still, reaching out and stroking the place where he had just stayed on the top of her head, and still felt the residual temperature.