"Do you like it?" Xuanjue stares at Wen Wanqing's face and sees that her eyes are full of flowing light. She can't help asking.
"I like it."
"After that, you will keep this pen for drawing." Xuanjue road.
Wen Wanqing nodded and put the brush in the brocade box, intending to treasure it and use it in the future. For the moment, she still wants to talk to xuanjue about letting her aunt Tang Fuliu enter the palace when she gives birth to her son.
I want to discuss something with you, my Lord Wen Wanqing said to xuanjue.
Xuanjue watched her take the pen in and said, "what's the matter, just say it."
"Seeing that my concubine's stomach is growing day by day, I have no experience after all. Thinking about the day of birth, I can't help but be afraid. Can I let my aunt go into the palace to accompany me that day?" Wen Wanqing's eyes flashed with hope. After all, at the beginning, xuanjue gave an order that no one could enter the palace to disturb her while Wen Wanqing was raising her baby.
Xuanjue patted her on the back of her hand and said, "it's natural for you to be at ease. When the day of your labor approaches, I'll send someone to pick her up."
"Thank you, my concubine." Wen Wanqing couldn't stop smiling. He suddenly remembered that today was the day when the king of Huainan came out of the punishment department. He carefully looked at xuanjue and said, "emperor, the king of Huainan has returned to the palace."
As soon as he asked about it, xuanjue didn't have a smile on his face. "Well, I'm not good either. I always shut him down. As long as he doesn't mess around, I won't do anything to him."
"How does the emperor plan to deal with Xuanlian? Is it difficult to lock him up there forever?" It's gentle and clear.
Since that night, Xuanlian has been secretly taken to his former residence and guarded by a group of guards. Xuanjue has also sent his own secret guards to turn into a little boy in the mansion. He always stares at Xuanlian in shifts, in order to prevent Xuanlian from getting in touch with the outside world.
Xuanjue frowned, pounded the table fiercely, walked back and forth in the hall, and scolded loudly: "I originally wanted to kill him, but you don't know how my father intended to do it. If I deal with him rashly, I'm afraid I will be criticized by later generations."
"The emperor thought about it in time, so the emperor planned to --"
"break his wings and directly take all his old ministers." Xuanjue's eyes were startled, showing a cold look.
Seeing that he had a plan in mind, Wen Wanqing didn't ask any more questions.
As time goes by, summer is gone, autumn is coming and winter is approaching.
Early in the morning, Miaoling came in from the outside. Everyone was wearing Bijia, but it was a little colder than the cold wind outside.
The warm curtain had already been hung in Qianqing palace. As soon as Miaoling entered, he put down the warm curtain and put the food box on the table. "Master, this is what mother Kong ordered her maidservant to bring. She said it was for you to eat."
As soon as the food box was opened, a burst of fragrance came to my nose. Wen Wanqing's body was six months old, and it was inconvenient to move for a long time. Now I was lying on the couch of the imperial concubine, looking at the idle books. When I heard about it, even if I put down the books in my hand, I couldn't slander it.
"Come on, show me the palace." Since she was pregnant with this child, Wen Wanqing's whole temperament has changed. She not only likes to eat, but also likes to be sleepy. She is listless all day. However, mother Kong said that it doesn't matter, as long as she pays more attention to her diet.
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