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The rise of Wei Tiantian among a beautiful woman seems to be unquestionable. After the Qixi Festival until the arrival of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Si Yu invited her to sleep for most of the time, and Lin Su occupied most of the rest of the days because of her two children. In addition to going to the Empress of the Feng Hall at a fixed time, there were already many concubines in the harem who complained about Wei Tiantian.

"Now it seems that if the master didn't help her, I'm afraid she won't know where she is now..." Chunyan also seemed to be worried, "This Wei beauty is really... a disaster!"

"In this harem," Lin Su leisurely embroidered the handkerchief in his hand and whispered, "Who is not a beauty disaster? It has always been a good thing for the emperor to spoil one person.

Look up and smile at Chunyan beside him, "Don't worry about it. On the Chen's side, we still have to keep moving.

Marquis Lan's illness has been delayed for more than half a year, but I don't know whether the emperor and father have opened his mouths and got what they wanted.

Thinking of this, Lin Su suddenly felt that he had not seen Feng Jing for a long time.

After a while, she came back to her senses, looked at Chunyan's disapproving eyes, raised her eyebrows and looked at Xia Yan, who was sitting quietly beside her, and said, "Xia Yan, explain to Chunyan what is the situation now?"

When Xia Yan heard this, she looked up at Chunyan and Lin Su, and got up with a smile and added tea to both of them. Then she sat aside and whispered, "Actually, I don't quite understand, but I'm thinking that since Wei Meiren is in power now, we don't like her side, so only I'm afraid that she will never have any friends in this harem except our master.

"What can we do?" Chunyan frowned, "In this harem, as long as you get the emperor's favor, do you still need to worry about these?"

"However, it is not only the harem that affects the emperor, but also the court." Lin Su said lightly, "After all, Wei Tiantian is just the righteous daughter of Fuzhou. In the court, she is not much*. Compared with Jiang Caier and Rong Rong, her current pride can be destroyed by a slight movement of their little finger.

Chunyan listened carefully and her expression gradually became clear.

Xia Yan smiled softly and said, "A Wei beauty can make all the concubines in the harem move their minds. The master is really a good means."

"It's just a cold look." With a trace of indifference in Lin Su's tone, he lowered his head and picked up the embroidery shed placed beside him and continued to embroider the half-embroidered lotus.

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is not too extravagant, but after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather is really cold. Si Yue finally began to recruit other beautiful women, and sealed Rong Liangren, Jiang Liangren and several other beautiful women. At the end of September, the weather began to get really cold.

In the afternoon, snowflakes began to float.

Lin Su looked at the two little guys wrapped in thick cotton-padded clothes and a group of demons dancing in his ears. Ah Fu can now walk with the help of the maid, but in order to be lazy, he still prefers to crawl on his four feet.

"Ah...ah..." He climbed to Lin Su's leg, climbed up and grabbed the corners of his clothes and pulled hard, trying to get a trace of attention from the dazed Lin Su.

Lin Su gave A Ling in his arms to Qiu Si, who was standing aside. Then he picked up Afu, who was about to be one year old, and stretched out his finger to tease him gently, "Afu, what do you want?"

"Ah..." Ah Fu kept his saliva, waved his little hand to grab the hairpin on Lin Su's head, and caught it smoothly.

"Little master..." The wet nurse hurried over and snatched the hairpin from Ah Fu's hand and gave it to Chunyan beside him. Then she whispered, "This is not something you can play with."

Afu, who was robbed, shouted with dissatisfaction. Fortunately, Lin Su hugged him and coaxed him softly, and the shouting did not turn into crying. However, A Ling, who had just fallen asleep in Qiu Si's arms, was still woken up and then cried.

Lin Su began to feel a headache.

The two wet nurses immediately came forward and took over the two increasingly noisy little guys. Lin Su breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Xia Yan who lifted the curtain and came in, she reached out to help Chunyan get up and said, "These two little guys have also been tossing for most of the day. Let them sleep. Let's go out and talk."

Back to his room, Lin Su looked at the thin silver carbon burning in the charcoal basin and whispered, "How's it going?"

"I heard that Lord Blue is not doing well now. When the sky suddenly turned cold, his body couldn't stand it." Xia Yan whispered, "The news came from Feng Yu's doctor, saying that he was afraid that Marquis Lan would not survive next month."

When Lin Su heard this, her hand holding hot tea trembled slightly, and a trace of hot tea fell on her hand, leaving a slight red mark.

She lowered her head and meditated for a while, and then whispered, "Okay, I know. You two step back and have a rest. If someone comes, just say I'm not feeling well..."

She put down the teacup and lay on her reclining tiredly**. Seeing this, Chunyan had to come forward to help her cover the quilt, and then gently leave with Xia Yan.

Lin Su leaned against the head of the bed and vaguely understood that he was afraid that Si Yu and Lin Zhuoyan had already known what they wanted to know from the Marquis Lan. Otherwise, how could Si Yu let the Marquis Lan die?

In today's situation, if the Marquis Lan dies, I'm afraid that the Zhao family on the side of the imperial concubine will be more likely to be promoted. I'm afraid that after the Spring Festival, the matter of the imperial concubine changing the empress dowager should be brought up.

Thinking so, she fell asleep. When I woke up in the afternoon, I only felt a burst of pain in my forehead, and I didn't have any spirit at all.

Seeing this, Chunyan quickly reached out and poked her forehead.

"Master, you are sick. I'm going to ask a royal doctor. Chunyan said and poured a cup of warm tea to feed Lin Su to drink, helped her get up and lean against the head of the bed, then pulled up the thick quilt to cover it, and then rushed out of the inner hall.

Lin Su leaned against the head of the bed and only felt that her whole head was heavy and she couldn't lift her spirit at all.

After Chunyan left, the spring warbler and the spring sparrow carefully entered the house to serve. Since they were assigned to the Willow Hall, the two of them have always been cautious in doing things, and now they have gradually gained some face and can enter the inner hall to serve.

Seeing that Lin Su seemed to want to drink water, the spring finch immediately stood up, poured a cup of hot tea, and whispered, "Master, drink some water to moisten your throat first."

Lin Su reluctantly took the tea with a smile. Before a cup of tea, he heard the voice of Chunyan outside.

"Master, the royal doctor has come to ask for your pulse." There seemed to be a trace of surprise in the voice.