With heavy snow falling, the carriage drove slowly on the streets, passed through the bustling market, crossed the solemn palace roads, and stopped in front of the majestic palace gate.
Yan Fuguang turned over and dismounted, and the crane-patterned cloak drew a beautiful arc.
He came to Lu Qing's carriage, picked up Lan Ge'er who was sleeping soundly, and explained: "I will take Lan Ge'er to see my father, and the female family members will be placed in the Queen's Fengyi Palace. I will take care of Lan later." Brother, I will send him back to you."
Lu Qing nodded and saw the nanny leaving with Yan Fuguang. She calmed down and stood behind Ning Huayue with Wu Shuang.
Lingyun arranged the clothes for Ning Huayue. Ning Huayue raised her eyes and glanced at the vermilion palace wall, her lips slightly raised: "Let's go, I haven't seen my aunt for a long time."
In Fengyi Palace, Queen Xu and all the concubines were already there. Everyone was drinking tea, talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly harmonious.
"Princess Jin has arrived——!"
The eunuch's sharp voice was so loud that all the concubines in the palace looked towards the door.
Ning Huayue walked in the front, Chen Qingzi and Ji Mingzhu followed side by side, and Lu Qing followed behind.
"I have seen the queen and the empresses, and I would like to send my regards to the empress and the empresses."
After giving a big salute, Queen Xu shouted with a smile: "Get up, it's snowing heavily today, sit down and have a cup of tea to warm yourself up."
Facing a room full of powerful femme fatales, Lu Qing minimized her sense of presence, held a tea bowl and warmed her hands, and sat quietly and dutifully.
She watched Ning Huayue and Empress Xu chatting intimately. Chen Qingzi and Concubine Chen also talked together. Only Ji Mingzhu, like her, kept her mouth shut and didn't say much.
Just as she was sighing at the warmth in the palace, the cold air from outside was forced away in just a moment, and Queen Xu somehow brought the topic to Lu Qing.
"That is Brother Lan's mother, Fuguang's concubine."
Lu Qing paused, then saw the gentle and gentle Concubine Chen coming over and said, "I heard that she was born as a maid?"
Queen Xu nodded: "Not bad."
Concubine Chen: "I am very lucky. I got a man in one fell swoop. Even the emperor is happy."
Queen Xu: "That's right. The emperor was very happy and said it many times."
Concubine Chen: "It's a pity that I'm just a concubine. It would be different if I were a legitimate son..."
They talked as if there was no one around. Lu Qing felt deeply pressured and knelt on the ground, lowering her eyes. Her mood remained stable.
Queen Xu sighed and said regretfully: "It's a pity."
Concubine Chen chuckled and gave a kind and enthusiastic suggestion: "But Brother Lan is still so young. If you ask me, it's better to record it in the name of Princess Jin."
Queen Xu smiled and said nothing.
Ning Huayue frowned when she heard this, and a chill ran down Lu Qing's back.
Lu Qing regards Brother Lan as a treasure, how can he be willing to give him to others?
But she knew that she couldn't get in the conversation between Queen Xu and Concubine Chen, and she didn't dare to show strong resistance in front of everyone. Lu Qing could only tighten his hands tightly, write down these words, and think of countermeasures in advance.
"Aunt, let's not talk about this, okay? Yue'er hasn't come to the palace to see you for a long time. Please talk to Yue'er." Ning Huayue held Queen Xu's arm and acted coquettishly. She didn't want to raise a child born by a maid. , she is still so young, she will always have her own children in the future, why use her own resources to raise a bastard?
Empress Xu patted Ning Huayue's hand and sighed helplessly: "You are already a princess, why are you still acting like a child?"
After saying that, she seemed to have just seen Lu Qing still kneeling, and said with great mercy: "Get up, kneel whenever you can, don't be unable to change your old habits after becoming a concubine."
Lu Qing replied warmly: "Thank you, Queen, I will remember the Queen's lessons."
Lu Qing fully realized the splendor and terror of the palace in one morning.
The people here are dressed more luxuriously and prettier than the others, and their appearance is more exquisite and beautiful than the others, but perhaps in invisible places, these people covered in beautiful skins are more vicious than the others.
**
Changding Hall.
Yan Fuguang handed Brother Lan over to the chubby Emperor Xihe.
Yan Xianzhi was jealous and whispered in Yan Fuguang's ear: "The third brother is lucky. He has sinned a lot and can still give birth to a child. It seems that God sometimes doesn't have a good eye."
Yan Fuguang raised half of his eyebrows: "Envy? You can't even give birth to envy."
Yan Xianzhi had been married for five years and had numerous wives and concubines in the mansion, but except for the Crown Princess Jiang Mihe who gave birth to a daughter for him, no other children were born. In the past, Yan Fuguang was his backer, but now that Yan Fuguang has a son, it's hard to say who is the one cursed by God.
"Why are you happy? I'm just a bastard, and I don't know if I can survive..."
Before Yan Xian could finish his words, he was forced to shut up by Yan Fuguang's increasingly fierce gaze.
"Thank you for the reminder, His Highness the Crown Prince." Yan Fuguang rubbed his fingers and narrowed his eyes slightly, "If Brother Lan has something to do, I will go directly to His Highness the Crown Prince."
There was no peace between these two people when they met, and Yan Changfeng, who was sitting between them, was deeply disturbed.
"Brother, third brother, are you having a good time?" He looked around a few times and begged with a funny tone, "Just treat me as a favor?"
Yan Xianzhi said with a dark face, "You guys talk first, I have something else to do, I'll come back later!"
Yan Fuguang turned the tea bowl and stared at the tea leaves swirling inside.
By chance, Lan Ge'er, who had had enough of playing with Xi and Emperor, thought of his father and started crying.
"Fuguang, come and coax your son!" Emperor Xihe shouted.
Yan Fuguang put down the tea bowl, wiped his hands and walked over, picking up his son whose little face was wrinkled from crying.
Yan Changfeng looked at this scene with smiles in his eyes, and suddenly turned his head to meet Xi Hedi's gaze. Neither father nor son could hold back, and both laughed out loud.
Yan Fuguang gave them a "noisy" look, not intending to pay attention, and gently squeezed Brother Lan's hand to comfort him.
Emperor Xihe approached Yan Changfeng and whispered, "Have you ever seen Fuguang look like this?"
Yan Changfeng shook his head vigorously: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I couldn't have imagined it."
Emperor Xihe laughed.
The easy-to-coax Lan Geer stopped crying soon after returning to his father's arms. He was wearing a furry hat and wrapped tightly, like a round little dumpling.
Yan Changfeng stretched his neck to take a look and commented: "You and your third brother are almost carved from the same mold."
Before Yan Fuguang could say anything, Emperor Xihe took advantage of the situation and said, "Are you envious? If you are envious, I will have a baby with your princess as soon as possible!"
Yan Changfeng blinked his peach blossom eyes and used the tactic of "I can't hear what you said" to avoid it.
Emperor Xihe let out a long sigh, full of resentment and melancholy, like a lilac flower.
The old man was also very troubled. No matter how good he was in the royal family, his heirs were not going well.
Take himself as an example. He had three thousand beauties in his harem and gave birth to a lot of daughters, but only five sons.
As for his sons, they don't play according to the routine of "the best is better than the old", and they are even worse than him!
The prince has only one daughter so far; his second son, Yan Changfeng, has a deep relationship with the princess and has sworn not to take concubines. He is very careless about his children and has not heard from her until now; not to mention the fourth and younger sons.
It's really pitiful to count that only the third son, Yan Fuguang, got a son this year.
Things are rare and valuable, so he likes them no matter how he looks at them.
