Emperor Wu Shun shook his head: "I haven't found it yet."
Liu Wanyue's expression became increasingly resentful: "Do my grandchildren still have a chance to be born?"
Emperor Wu Shun was silent for a moment: "I asked the Ministry of Rites to choose an auspicious day and go to Tan Mansion to recruit someone."
"It's more practical to pin your hopes on the second child."
Liu Wanyue: "..."
After a while, she said quietly, "The second son didn't even get his future father-in-law and mother-in-law."
Three days ago, the second child visited Tan Mansion with gifts.
Food was eaten and gifts were given.
But he didn't dare to mention the matter between him and Tan Zhixi.
I just talked with Tan Xiuyuan and Tan Ming in the study all afternoon about how to help the people.
Emperor Wu Shun looked solemn and uttered two words, "It's useless."
After saying this, he helped Liu Wanyue sit down in the cushioned pavilion.
He waved off the palace servants, poured a cup of fruit tea and placed it in Liu Wanyue's hand, "Wan'er, do you find it hard to manage the affairs of the harem during this period?"
Liu Wanyue picked up the fruit tea and took a sip, "The sisters in the palace are all friendly."
Emperor Wu Shun sighed lowly: "Wan'er, you don't have to say good things to them. Of my five sons, only the second and third are eligible to inherit the throne."
"Both of them are raised by your side. It must be extremely difficult for you..."
Liu Wanyue smiled softly: "Your Majesty, if you want to wear the crown, you must first bear its weight."
"The queen position is vacant. According to the etiquette system, I am a noble concubine, so I should naturally take on the responsibility of managing the harem."
"Besides, my brother is a general, and no one dares to bully me."
Emperor Wu Shun lowered his eyes, took Liu Wanyue's hand, and looked at her intently, "Wan'er, if I make you my queen, what do you think?"
Liu Wanyue was startled for a moment, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Your Majesty, there are many things involved in the matter of establishing a queen. Now that I can have your Majesty's protection, I no longer want to ask for anything else."
Emperor Wu Shun hugged her into his arms and said in a low voice: "The noble concubine has held the Phoenix Seal for a long time, so some people will gossip about her."
"I will make proper arrangements for the establishment of the queen."
"I just want to know, after all these years of people and things, Wan'er is still willing to..." At this point, he paused and pinched Liu Wanyue's chin with a somewhat domineering movement.
He forced her to look at him and continued to ask: "Wan'er is still willing to marry me as his wife?"
Liu Wanyue's eyes were clear and pierced into his deep black eyes.
She saw her figure reflected in Emperor Wu Shun's eyes.
Extremely clear.
Liu Wanyue's heart trembled slightly.
A gentle smile appeared on her lips, and she nodded firmly and slowly, "Wan'er is willing."
He has no use for me.
She did not use concubines.
I wish you could marry me.
A word of willingness.
At this moment, the two of them seemed to have traveled through twenty years and returned to their youth.
After a long time, Emperor Wu Shun placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and murmured between his lips and teeth, "Wan'er, the day Yan'er's cold poison is gone is the day I will make you my queen."
Liu Wanyue's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she smiled slightly and hummed.
...
Su Ruotang was half leaning on the imperial concubine's couch lazily and leisurely, when her fingertips touched the third piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
Mo Ronyan exerted slight pressure on his hands.
"Ah!" Su Ruotang exclaimed, her delicate fingers trembling, and she almost lost her grip on the delicate osmanthus cake.
She squeezed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake firmly and stared at the man who applied the medicine with her bright peach blossom eyes, "You want to murder Madam?"
When she entered the city, she heard that Su Yi had bought the house next to the Su Mansion, and she spilled the tea in a daze.
The tea was not too hot, but Su Ruotang's skin was too delicate and would leave red marks with the slightest exertion.
Not to mention being hit by a tea cup and then being scalded by the tea.
Her snow-white knees were left red, swollen and bruised.
Mo Ronyan raised his long eyelashes and said lightly, "Woothy food should not be melted."
Su Ruotang turned her wrist and brought the pastry held between her fingertips to his lips.
Mo Ronyan hesitated and took a small bite. His cold white fingertips gently massaged her knees to promote the absorption of the ointment.
Qing Juan frowned slightly, disgusted with the comment, "Too sweet."
Su Ruotang took a small bite and snorted softly, "That's because you don't understand food."
As the saying goes, you can't reason with women.
Mo Rongyan wisely chose to do what the script said and did not agree with the third prince's concubine's reasoning.
He lowered his eyelashes and continued to massage her with moderate force.
After Su Ruotang finished eating this small piece of osmanthus cake, she moved her calves and raised her delicate chin, completely treating the third prince as a masseur:
"Press down."
Mo Ronyan glanced at her lightly, and his long fingers with distinct joints slowly moved downward.
Su Ruotang's red lips curved in pleasure and she looked at him steadily.
Under the fragmented sunlight, the man's features were as beautiful as picturesque.
His light and deep eyes revealed doting and seriousness.
Pursing her red lips, Su Ruotang pinched Yutu's long fingers on her wrist and exerted force unconsciously.
Zhiyang grass, exquisite and bold, green and penetrating marrow...
It must be found as soon as possible.
Among the herbs brought from Wanchong Village this time, there are several other important herbs needed to relieve cold poison.
As long as these three main herbs are gathered together, his cold poison can be cured.
But the question is, can she find these three herbs within half a year?
"What are you thinking about?" The man's light and pleasant voice interrupted Su Ruotang's thoughts.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, hiding the thoughts in her eyes.
Her weak and boneless wrists hugged the man's neck, and her beautiful and moist lips overflowed with light and faint syllables:
"Husband."
"Huh?" Mo Ronyan raised his hand to hold her waist to prevent her from falling off the imperial concubine's bed.
