After that excitement, Cen Xijin naturally stopped.
The brain also regains control.
Musk...
What is musk?
Cen Xijin couldn't explain it as professionally as encyclopedia. In short, she knew that this thing was a well-known abortion expert in the harem.
And if the two of them knew about this, it might not be a good thing for them.
"How did His Highness know about the smell of musk?" The second prince was young and was not involved in the dirty things in the palace. How did he know that the special smell was not that of chicken feces but that of musk? ? Anyway, Cen Xijin has never smelled it.
"In the past, the ink used by Taifu was top-grade musk ink, and it was mixed with musk. When my mother was there, she also warned me many times that I must be careful to collect musk ink. Even though I was young, I also knew that it was not What a good thing." The second prince gradually lowered his head and his eye circles were slightly red.
"Yes, that is indeed not a good thing," Cen Xijin sighed and nodded, then added, "The personal belongings of His Majesty's favorite concubine are actually stained with musk. I don't know who touched it."
Maybe it's the one from Tongxin Hall of Guanju Palace, maybe it's the one from Chaohui Palace of Yongchun Palace, and of course, it's not impossible that it's the one from Weiyang Palace.
The second prince could smell the faint scent of musk from Huayi as soon as he got closer. His Majesty stayed in Yaoguang Hall every day. Chen Jieyu and the people around her were all from the countryside and had never seen much of the world. He lacks knowledge even more when it comes to rare treasures, but has His Majesty never seen the world and lacks knowledge?
If the emperor didn't see it, then he would be in vain.
Maybe he didn't do it, but he must have known about it, but he just turned a blind eye and passed it by.
But the two of them actually went to Yaoguang Palace to ask for pheasant cubs in front of His Majesty. It was really scary to think about it.
The more Cen Xijin thought about it, the more terrifying he felt. Finally, he looked at the second prince as if asking for help, and asked, "Then, do we still want to talk?"
"...I don't know." The second prince lowered his head.
He really didn't know that whether he said it or not, or who listened to it, it would be a surrender.
Because no matter which side he decides to join, he will offend the people on the other side. Thinking about it this way, he only feels that the road ahead is long, but bleak, and there is no end in sight.
"Aunt, I, I don't know what to do. I have no idea." After saying this, the second prince casually picked up the tea that had just been left to warm by Feng'er, without even tasting the taste. He just drank it in one gulp.
Cen Xijin listened carefully to the gurgling sound in his throat as he swallowed the tea, and his heart seemed to be filled with all kinds of complicated feelings. But if she really wanted to tell them all, she couldn't describe any of them.
"Your Highness, this slave cannot be the master. It depends on you and yourself, which path you want to take, what kind of life you want to live, whether it is an ordinary life or..." If it were Cen Xijin personally, she would be more inclined. The path of wealth, idleness, and princeliness.
Being rich, leisurely, free from all mundane matters, and living in peace and joy for the rest of your life. Isn't it better to live in such a gentle and peaceful life than to get caught up in various partisan fights?
As for big ambitions... Cen Xijin also has them, but in this life, you can't rely on big ambitions to make a living, right?
Everything must be done down to earth.
But no matter how good she thinks, it's just her idea, and the key depends on the second prince himself.
"No, aunt, I don't want to live an ordinary life! My mother often told me that I am the prince, the future emperor, and I was born to be the emperor! This world is originally in my pocket! Even if I am willing to succumb to others , but with my status as the deposed prince...will others tolerate me? Auntie, I have no way out! Why should I retreat?!" The second prince stood up with eyes wide open, and the teacup in his hand also made a "bang" sound. Shattered.
The gentle and delicate white porcelain broke into petals in the second prince's palm, like a freehand white lotus blooming in his palm.
At this moment, Cen Xijin knew how ambitious the second prince was. Look at his words, "I was born to be an emperor." He was simply ambitious, wasn't he?
She is really not as good as him.
He is a swan, and she is at best a little bird; if he is Chen Sheng, then she is an honest farmer who works in the fields with him. You really don't know how to resist until you are in a desperate situation.
She lowered her eyes and was silent for a while, then sighed softly and grabbed his palm, then used the silk to sweep away the sharp fragments for him one by one, and sighed softly: "Your Highness, look at you, why are you so impatient? Broken cup It’s a small matter, if you cut your hand carefully, don’t cry.”
When she found a blood stain printed on the silk, she complained nonchalantly: "Well, why are you trying to be a hero? This won't bleed, right?"
As soon as the second prince saw the blood on the silk, tears rolled out one by one. He flattened his mouth and did not dare to open his eyes. He just cried softly: "Auntie, I'm so hurt." Is it heavy? Will I die? Woohoo!”
"Hey, your hands are not injured at all. Where did the blood come from..." Cen Xijin muttered, holding the second prince's smooth palm in doubt for a long time, turning over and over the silk, and finally there was a faint feeling on his abdomen. It took a while of pain to wake her up.
Oh, isn't it? Another old friend came to visit her!
In front of a little boy, Cen Xijin felt that Beier was losing face. Her face was red and veins were swollen, but she was so nice that she even pulled her and kept mumbling.
"What's wrong, aunt? Have I fallen into someone's trick? Isn't the tea that Feng'er poured for me poisonous? It must be! Ah, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" The second prince sat down on the ground with a plop, crying. His eyes fell straight, and he looked at the sky with tears in his eyes and shouted, "Mother, my son has not avenged you yet, but it is a pity that my life is not long now!"
Cen Xijin looked at him expressionlessly. She was bleeding and hadn't said anything yet! He has learned how to take over his duties!
However, when the second prince cried, all his inner thoughts came out.
"Revenge? Do you want to avenge your mother?" Cen Xijin was slightly startled. She really didn't expect that the second prince, who usually looked silent and crying like a weak chicken, actually still wanted to take revenge.
But who is Queen Gu’s enemy? Isn’t that the current His Majesty?
It's no wonder that the second prince has the ambition to replace His Majesty.
It turned out to be revenge.
The second prince didn't answer. He just nodded and cried, wiping the white and smooth back of his hand in front of his eyes. His tears and snot mixed together, making him look... confused.
After understanding the situation, Cen Xijin felt worried. The child's hands were fine, but she was here, but how should she deal with the little kid?
She is also worried about the medical and health conditions in ancient times. Is the legendary menstrual belt clean? Could it be that a slave like her couldn't use the good ones, so she could only wipe them with tree leaves?
The book "Cen's One Hundred Thousand Whys" begins quickly like this.
