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After reading a few posts, Xiao Yi became impatient.

It is a troublesome thing to chat with people, and the most important thing for his stinky girl now is to rest and take care of himself.

He stacked those posts together again, and planned to throw them back to Baihui. This time, Nangong Yue took a step forward, and she waved her hand to signal Baihui to step back.

"Ayi," she smiled sweetly at Xiao Yi and said softly, "I'm really fine!"

Xiao Yi was unmoved.

Nangong Yue took one of his hands and continued to coquettishly said: "Besides, it's been a few days since I came back to Luoyue City, so I can't just avoid seeing it all the time, right?" A lot of news can only be found out from the exchanges between the female relatives in the house. Come, if she has been locked in the house, wouldn't her eyes and ears be blocked?

Xiao Yi shrugged, of course he knew Nangong Yue's intentions, but to him, Ah Yue was his most important person, not his subordinate? !

Nangong Yue was still not discouraged, shook Xiao Yi's hand, and said meaningfully: "Besides, the royal father's wedding is approaching, and some things should be prepared..." She released the last trick.

Speaking of the wedding date of King Zhennan, Xiao Yi's face finally changed slightly, and the corner of his mouth drew a smile that was not a smile, and said meaningfully: "When the time comes, all that should be done. "

These things have dragged on long enough!

Thinking of the things just heard from Meng Tingjian's mouth, a cold light flashed across Xiao Yi's eyes.

Xiao Yi wrapped her waist with one hand, pressed her head on his chest with the other, and gently kissed the top of her hair. His long eyelashes were half-drooped, preventing her from seeing what was in his eyes. Wipe the cold murderous aura.

The killing intent was just a flash away.

Xiao Yi was never immersed in it.

Soon, he put it behind him.

He and Ah Yue were together, but he didn't want to waste the time they spent together for those useless people and things.

"Ayue," Xiao Yi called sweetly and continued to kiss her on the forehead, "What gift do you want for the Mid-Autumn Festival? Can I make you moon cakes?" , The more Xiao Yi thought about it, the more he felt that this was a good idea.

Nangong Yue's eyes twitched. With his cooking skills, wouldn't that add chaos to the kitchen?

She hurriedly raised her head and said: "Ayi, you just returned to Luoyue City, didn't you... um..." Her unfinished words were drowned in his lips and teeth, the hunter who was waiting for the rabbit had long been waiting for the rabbit to come to the door by himself, affectionately Depicting the shape of her lips with her lips, the inner room fell silent, leaving only the sound of each other's hot breathing and rapid heartbeat...

After a while, he moved his lips slightly, pressed his forehead against hers, the tip of his nose almost touched the tip of his nose, and said, "What did you just say?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and those peach blossom eyes that shone like a crescent with a smile like a crescent moon, filled with contented joy, but Nangong Yueli looked like a threat, as if he was saying that if her answer didn't satisfy him If so, he will...

His lips moved a little closer to hers, as if she only had to open her lips slightly and her lips would stick to his.

Nangong Yue said almost holding her breath, "Let's make moon cakes together tomorrow."

There was a light laugh from the bottom of Xiao Yi's throat, which seemed to be joy, but also a bit of regret, and her lips were pressed against hers again... In the dimness, Nangong Yue seemed to hear him vaguely respond.

After Nangong Yue coaxed Xiao Yi, her lips were as red as fresh strawberries.

Under Xiao Yi's "supervision", she called Baihui in again, carefully selected five or six posts, and then Xiao Yi removed a few of them in disgust, and Nangong Yue didn't dare to bargain, so she decided Three posts.

Baihui stepped back without squinting, calm and neat, her eyes didn't even stay on Nangong Yue's lips for a moment...

In the tiredness of the young couple, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming.

Early in the morning, the palace gave rewards to the servants according to the old rules. The servants who wore new clothes and received the reward were naturally beaming, walking with wind, and the palace was filled with a strong festive atmosphere.

Only the atmosphere in Bixiaotang's kitchen was a little weird.

Most of the cooks, maids, and wives in the small kitchen were kicked out, and only Nangong Yue and Xiao Yi were left to make moon cakes. The caged moon cakes were sent to Lin Jingchen, Fu Yunyan, and Mrs. Fang.

This night, the palace offered sacrifices to the moon, and two tables of family banquets were set up in the small flower hall, enjoying the moon, feasting, and listening to the opera together, and it was a little lively.

The Mid-Autumn Festival night passed in the blink of an eye, and the Bixiao Hall, which had closed its doors to thank guests before, finally moved, and the princess began to see guests again.

For three days in a row, female relatives came to visit.

On the first day, Mrs. Tian came to visit Nangong Yue, and she also wanted Nangong Yue to help persuade Xiao Yi.

The next day was General Hu's wife and daughter-in-law. The Hu family and Meng's family were relatives by marriage. After the Meng family's accident, the Hu family was a little frightened, lest they be angered. This time, Mrs. Hu's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law came to intercede on their own. Defiant.

On the third day, Mrs. An brought An San girl An Zhihua to visit.

Today, An Zhihua is wearing a scarlet red and gold hibiscus makeup, and three thousand blue silk is tied into a bun. The bun that looks like a bun adds a touch of charm to her cuteness and loves to laugh. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

After not seeing him for three months, An Zhihua looked a little more prettier than before, like a half-blooming peony that was about to fully bloom soon.

"I have seen the princess."

Mrs. An and An Zhihua saluted Nangong Yuefu who was sitting on the head.

"No ceremony." Nangong Yue received the full ceremony, then raised her hand slightly and asked the mother and daughter of the An family to sit down.

"Thank you so much." Mrs. An thanked her calmly on the surface, but she was a little unhappy in her heart: her painting sister is the future Princess Zhennan, and in half a month, she will be the mother-in-law of Concubine Shizi, Shizi If the concubine knew the rules, and if she was really virtuous and knowledgeable, she should be half polite to herself and her daughter.

Thinking, there was a flash of displeasure in Mrs. An's eyes, and she sat down with An Zhihua on the armchair, and said with a smile, "Sister Hua and I heard that Concubine Shizi was happy, and we came here to congratulate Concubine Shizi. Shizi If his mother in Heaven's Spirit knew about it, she would definitely be relieved."

Mrs. An took the attitude of an elder cousin, and then gave An Zhihua a hint, and An Zhihua said, "Princess Shizi, I have personally made a small bellyband for the little grandson these days. I also hope that the imperial concubine will not dislike it."

After she made a gesture, her personal maid immediately took a step forward holding a long mahogany box, and opened the long box. In the box was a big red apron embroidered with five poisons.

"Thank you for painting cousin." Nangong Yue thanked with a smile.

A round-faced maid on the side stepped forward and took the long mahogany box, closed the box, and withdrew to the side with a low eyebrow.

Seeing this, An Zhihua's eyes flashed with displeasure, but he didn't say anything.

The hall was quiet for a moment, and the atmosphere was a little stiff.

At this time, the maid came up with hot tea, Mrs. An took a sip of tea, and praised politely: "It's really good tea, so good Pu'er tea is probably only comparable to Longjing new tea in Jiangnan." She said enthusiastically. He said, "Prince Concubine, I happen to have some new Longjing tea this year in my house, or I sent someone to go to Jiangnan to invite everyone to come to the southern border to discuss the qin, and I brought it here. Why don't I bring it to the concubine when I return to the house? How's the can?"

Mrs. An looked at Nangong Yue with a smile. She was talking about tea on the surface, but she was actually mentioning this Xu everyone on purpose.

The name of everyone in Xu is Xu Luojin. She and Shi Qingya are the two most famous piano artists in Dayu. Their daughter is about to get married. In order to give her daughter a face, Mrs. An took a lot of effort to invite her. come over.

Nangong Yue is fond of the piano, so she has naturally heard the name of everyone Xu Luojin. She raised her brows slightly and asked casually, "But who is everyone Xu Luojin?"

Mrs. An hurriedly said: "Exactly. My painting sister likes to play the piano most on weekdays, so I traveled all the way to invite everyone to come to the house to discuss the piano, or to get close and lively with the ladies from various houses, but unfortunately it's outside recently. People were panicking, I posted a few posts and went out, and several mansions refused to make excuses..." She frowned slightly, showing a look of pity.

Recently, the Southern Border Army has successively searched and interrogated many mansions for the matter of Meng Mansion, so that the city is full of turmoil, and even this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is not as lively as in previous years...

Nangong Yue smiled lightly, and said lightly, avoiding the key points: "I heard that everyone has extraordinary piano skills, I must have benefited a lot from painting my cousin."

"I can learn a thing or two from everyone from Xu, and I have benefited a lot." An Zhihua bowed.

But Mrs. An choked for a while. She brought her daughter here today, not just to visit Nangong Yue, but the most important thing is to come to find out the truth. If Nangong Yue said that she would come to An Mansion to be a guest to discuss the piano, then Said that the storm will not affect Anjia. I don't want Nangong Yue not to answer her words at all.

Mrs. An laughed dryly, and said nonchalantly: "I hope everyone will return to Jiangnan in a few days, the opportunity is rare, why don't you..."

Nangong Yue looked at Madam An with a half-smile but not a smile, her clear eyes seemed to see through her, and interrupted her: "Cousin, don't worry, the eldest son is measured, and he will never miss his father. The king's wedding!"

There was a second silence in the hall, and the atmosphere was even more awkward. An Zhihua's half-closed eyes flashed a trace of embarrassment, and he twisted the handkerchief with both hands.

Nangong Yue's words have all been said, and Mrs. An was a little resentful, and she couldn't say anything more, she got up and said goodbye together with An Zhihua.

Soon, the mother and daughter's carriage left Bixiao Hall.

An Zhihua had been holding back for a long time in Bixiaotang. As soon as he left the house, he gritted his teeth bitterly: "Mother, have you chosen the maid for your daughter's dowry?"

As she said that, there was a look of resentment in her eyes. At the beginning, she also wanted to show her favor to Nangong Yue, but Nangong Yue toasted and did not eat or punish him. Not only did she not give herself a face, but she also helped Xiao Fei to give herself a slap in the face. She must be afraid of herself.

Nangong Yue is narrow-minded, so she doesn't need to bow down to her anymore.

Mrs. An patted her daughter's hand and gave a soothing smile, and said, "I have already selected two, one is beautiful and refined, and she is like a concubine when she knows the book and answers the ceremony; Things." Even she was tempted when she saw this woman, not to mention those men, who wouldn't steal fishy!

"Concubine Shizi is pregnant, but Master Shizi doesn't even have a concubine by his side. It's really unworthy!" An Zhihua shook his head and sighed in disapproval, his expression finally softened.

The smile on Mrs. An's face was even deeper, and she said, "As the saying goes: 'The elders can't give up.'

Hearing this, An Zhihua cocked the corners of his mouth proudly, his big bright eyes shining with a strange look.

"What my mother said is that some things can't be avoided if you want to avoid them." An Zhihua smiled meaningfully. Just now, Nangong Yue didn't touch the small bellyband that she gave, but now it's probably been thrown away long ago. right? But this apron is a dead thing that can be thrown away, but a living person is different!

Amid the chatter and laughter of the mother and daughter of the An family, the carriage gradually moved away...

An Zhihua was actually right, the five-poison little apron had no chance of seeing the sun at all. The round-faced maid named Haitang finished the mahogany long box, and went back to the hall to find Nangongyue for recovery.

At this moment, two little maids were cleaning up the tea cups used by An's family. Haitang glanced at random when passing by, and found that the tea in the tea cups was obviously full, and she hadn't drank it at all.

She remembered that this seat was supposed to be—

An Zhi painting.

She walked to Nangong Yue and bowed her knees.

Nangong Yue raised her eyebrows and smiled with interest, as if she heard some funny joke, Que'er said jokingly: "Prince Prince, Miss Ansan is afraid that we will give her something in the tea!"

Thrush continued: "Really treat the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."

Nangong Yue put down the tea cup, did not answer, but said with a smile: "Come out for a walk with me."

The closest to Nangong Yue was Haitang, but she took a step back when she heard the words, and Baihui came up to serve her.

Haitang was one of the secret guards Xiao Yi asked Zhu Xingxin to pick for Nangongyue, and stayed by her side as a first-class maid, but Haitang knew that she was no match for Baihui and the others in front of the princess, so after she came, Very obedient, no competition.

Baihui carefully helped Nangongyue to get up. Following, the master and servants left the hall and leisurely went to the small garden...

In the following days, Bixiaotang became clean again. Nangongyue only occasionally received one or two salutations, and when she was free, she would listen to operas with Fu Yunyan, play music with Xiao Fei, or make small clothes, and live a leisurely life. Comfortable, but the palace is not.

As September is approaching, it means that the wedding of King Zhennan is approaching. Even if it is a continuation of the string, it is the most important event in the palace this year.

Nangong Yue used to raise her baby, and she happened to be a shopkeeper, ignoring everything, and all the agenda of the wedding was handled by Wei's own. Wei's work has always been cautious, not seeking merit but not fault, from wedding banquets, dowry gifts to the arrangement of the new house, etc., everything is done according to the rules set by Nangong Yue...

In the blink of an eye, it is already August 25th, and the wedding date is only half a month away. All the dowry gifts are ready and ready to be recruited.

But who would have thought, something unexpected happened!

The future next princess, the third girl of the An family, suddenly fell ill, and the disease was not too light.

It is said that on August 18th, An Zhihua became ill after visiting Concubine Shizi in Bixiaotang. At first, she only had a slight cough, thinking that it would be fine to drink some decoction to clear the cough and moisten the lungs. It's getting heavier and heavier. It's only been seven days, and he's too sick to get out of bed...

Seeing that the wedding date is approaching day by day, King Zhennan is inevitably a little anxious, for fear that the wedding will cause some changes.

Originally, according to the rules, it should be Nangong Yue, the master of the house, who went to An Zhihua to visit An Zhihua, but the king of Zhennan was afraid that his precious grandson would be ill, and after thinking about it, he simply asked Mrs. Qiao to take his second daughter-in-law Zhou Roujia there. .

When they arrived at the An residence, Mrs. An personally led the two to An Zhihua's boudoir.

An Zhihua really was very ill, lying on the bed with a pale face, as if in a nightmare, from time to time groaning and babbling in pain.

They didn't stay in the house for a long time, Mrs. An quickly took the two out of the house, and the expressions of the three were a little solemn.

The air outside was much fresher than inside, but it couldn't ease the heavy hearts of the three of them.

"Mrs. An, what kind of disease did Ling Ai get?" Zhou Roujia asked worriedly.

Mrs. An took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and choked up: "My hard-working daughter, I have invited all the famous doctors in Luoyue City to see them. What's wrong is that I can't talk about any disease..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a little maid ran over panting and said, "Madam, Master Jingyuan is here."

Mrs. An seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, and hurriedly said: "Please! Hurry up and invite the master to come in!"

After the little maid took orders, she hurried away.

Madam An met Madam Qiao and Zhou Roujia's eyes, and explained with a frown: "Master Jingyuan is a master of Taoism, with profound Taoism. My sister is seriously ill, and it's not good. I heard that the master happened to go to Xing'an city to give a lecture, so I hurriedly sent someone to Xing'an city to invite the master to pray for her..."

Madam Qiao immediately looked solemn, and said, "Since you are a master of the Tao, please quickly ask the master to show Miss Ansan. Since this doctor can't see what's wrong, it may be contaminated with something... don't do it. Impure things."

During the conversation, I saw that the little girl just now came back, followed by a silver-haired Taoist nun in a gray Taoist robe.

It turned out that the master in Doctor An's mouth turned out to be a Taoist nun!

The shock in Zhou Roujia's eyes flashed past, and she carefully looked at the Taoist girl, who didn't look like an ordinary woman.

I saw her snow-like silver hair combed into a neat Taoist bun with only a bamboo hairpin inserted. Seeing that she was already full of silver threads, she seemed to be entering a rare age, but she was tall and straight, with kind eyebrows and fair skin. His face was smooth without a single wrinkle, and he looked like he was only in his forties. While walking, the Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and the whisk in his hand fluttered, which seemed to be somewhat immortal.

"Master Jingyuan." Mrs. An respectfully saluted the Taoist girl.

The master Jingyuan nodded slightly and said, "The layman has done a lot of courtesy. Life is at stake, and the layman is also asked to lead the way for the poor road."

Mrs. An thanked Master Jingyuan respectfully, and led her into An Zhihua's boudoir again, followed by Zhou Roujia and Mrs. Qiao.

Master Jing Yuan waved his whisk and walked around the room, but his brows became tighter and tighter. Finally, his eyes stopped on An Zhihua's unconscious face, and he asked Mrs. An, "Lay, dare to ask Ling Ai's Eight characters? Also, where did Ling Ai go before she got sick?"

Mrs. An was stunned for a moment, and said her daughter's eight characters. As she spoke, her eyes turned red again, she wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and continued: "The little girl went to the Bixiao Hall in the palace on August 18 to meet the prince's concubine, and she began to feel unwell after returning..."

There is only one prince concubine in the southern border. Master Jingyuan nodded slightly, raised his left hand, moved his fingers, and asked, "Is the prince concubine pregnant?"

"Exactly." Mrs. Qiao blurted out and replied, looking at Master Jingyuan's eyes full of reverence, "Master is really profound in Taoism and magic!"

Master Jing Yuan calculated again, and sighed faintly: "Lay, if the poor way is correct, I am afraid that the child in the womb of the prince will be rushed."

Hearing this, Mrs. An and Mrs. Qiao both stared at each other and asked in unison, "Master, what should we do then?"

Mrs. Qiao looked at Mrs. Bi An and said, "It's only half a month away from the wedding. Master, Miss An San will marry into the Zhennan Palace in half a month."

Master Jingyuan frowned and glanced at Madam Qiao, and instructed: "The marriage is a small matter, but life is a big matter. The fate of Miss An San and the child in the womb of the concubine are in conflict. If Miss An San wants to marry into the palace, I am afraid that It's better if the concubine Shizi needs to avoid it..." After speaking, she calculated again, "At least until the child is born. Otherwise, Miss Ansan's life will be at risk!"

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint!