It was just because the prince was seriously ill this time that the people who followed the prince felt the crisis of unstable future.

Some old ministers who stick to the rules also wrote to the Eastern Palace to promote people. The country cannot be without a king for a day, and naturally the Eastern Palace cannot be without a son for a day.

These people don’t care about the faction or faction, but only follow it. The prosperity of the royal incense is the foundation of the great peace. Since the crown princess has not yet moved, she will naturally join more people to spread the branches and leaves for the crown prince.

"People are the foundation of a palace. The prince has already given filial piety. For the future grandson, it is the most important thing to add people to the East Palace." The prince did not enter the East Palace before the wedding, and still did not enter the person after the wedding. How could this be the reason?

The emperor, who had just taken the medicine, was annoyed by these people, who would have decided to go to the morning court? He was really looking for trouble! He waved his hand impatiently and walked away in a very excited manner with a beautiful woman on the clouds.

"Emperor—Emperor—"

...

"Mr. Ming, this matter is very important. The prince should not act rashly."

"Yes, Lord Ming, if the Eastern Palace is not established, people will feel uneasy."

"Mr. Ming, you have to think of a way to let the prince give birth to the emperor's grandson as soon as possible."

No matter how naive it is, the prince is weak and weak, and the bigger weather changes can make him unable to get sick and take medicine randomly. But now, he is going to give birth to children, which is difficult for him to make people suffer.

Ming Xiluo looked at the anxious ministers with an expression of anxiety: "The Lords are right." It's time for the East Palace to enter, with so many beautiful people, and the prince was dazzled.

However, even if the prince doesn't want to listen to the matter of offspring, it should be put on the agenda. Miss Seven needs a child, no matter who gave birth to the child.

Ming Xiluo did not push or prevent this from happening. When there were too many people in the Eastern Palace, the prince could still keep his eyes on Miss Seven. No matter who thought he was affectionate and regretful, he could not resist the repeated participation of outsiders.

Miss Seven's words at that time probably seemed naive.

"Mr. Ming, this matter depends on you."

Ming Xiluo was humble and respectful: "My lord said it was important." But he couldn't say that he would not wait for this day to come, and wait for the two of them to be together. The little affection at the beginning was exhausted, and what was left was the distribution of interests.

Besides, the prince was so considerate that Miss Seventh thought about it, how could he be at a disadvantage and not consider it for the prince?

...

The candlelights in the Eastern Palace were extinguished one after another, and only the candlelights in the Crown Princess's bedroom were lit up like dense stars.

In the dark purple brocade bedding, on the dark purple brocade bedding, the long black hair of Xiang Xinci spread out, the plain silk fog soft skirt bloomed like a flower on the purple brocade, as beautiful as purple stamens, only she could enjoy.

Xiang Xinci smiled and stroked Liang Gongxu's thin spine, slowly sliding from his neck to his tail. Since the queen left, he seemed to be inactive and could not be interested in anything.

He still ate and drank medicine like before, and even cooperated with the imperial physician. His temper has improved a lot recently and he doesn't let anyone die easily. He seems to be well-behaved and charming.

But... just like at this moment, she "comforts" him like this. If it were the past, he would have been stuck on it, but now he has not received much reaction and has no interest.

After the birth is unlucky and there is no prospect, it is probably like this. The queen passed away and her children are hopeless. If it were just him, she would not know what power to live: "It's just that some people are coming, why are you anxious?" She shouted and killed.

Liang Gongxu's face was ferocious: "They were afraid that I would die and have ulterior motives and bad intentions. Their intentions would be punished. They deserved to be punished... Cough cough..." As he said that, he covered his chest with breathlessness and wanted to scold him again!

Xiang Xinci reached out to his hand, stroked his exposed collarbone, calming his breathing, and his voice was as calm as coaxing a disobedient child: "I'm still anxious. What a big deal, you say it's 'them', and you're still angry about this matter. If you enter, you'll get in, and you'll waste your talk with them."

"I am here when they say they can enter! When I am here, I will kill them tomorrow, kill nine clans, divide five horses into corpses, and split the carts-huh-huh--"

"Okay." Xiang Xinci stroked his chest, his voice calmer than his breath.

Liang Gongxu seemed to calm down in her voice: "Don't be too kind and don't care. It's hard to guarantee that there will be no dogs bullying you by relying on their power. They just look at my current look..."

Xiang Xinci patted his mouth, and the more he spoke, he became more radical.

Liang Gongxu looked away and snorted.

Xiang Xinci helped him rub his shoulders and smiled slightly: "You don't let them get stuffed. They think it's a paradise. They are talking nonsense to them. As for the 'dogs rely on their power', they are in trouble. If they are killed by me, it would be fine. If it falls into your hands... they have to chop them up to feed the snails."

"You're not angry."

"Don't be angry."

Liang Gongxu lowered his head and suddenly took his happy and kind hand, wanting to sleep. If he had been in better health, they would not have been so impatient.

Liang Gongxu laughed at himself: "Go to sleep."

Xiang Xinci sat in his original position without moving. He watched him turn his back and his long hair spread apart. He entangled his own secret development, and the clear blackness pressed against his long brown and black hair.

Xiang Xinci suddenly stretched out his hand, and his palm passed through the thin blanket, covering his waist, slowly hooking it up, and going all the way up.

After a while, Liang Gongxu looked at him with an unsteady breath, with a layer of moving, sad, and praying light covered in his eyes...

Xiang Xinci sighed in his heart: Time has been longer.

...

Di Lu's hand lifted out her long hair hidden in the clothes, and her long black hair fell on the beautifully piled clothes, revealing her snow-white neck and small ear beads...

He knew last night...

Di Lu's hand covered her shoulders, and after she had sex with the prince, she finished morning class until now.

Di Lu's hand slid towards her arm little by little, and his lips fell from behind on her shoulders.

Xiang Xinci was thinking about things and tapped him with his hand: Xu Xu was a little tired of the world.

Di Lu put his clothes on her shoulders, his body fell on her neck with her breathing, and the tip of his nose was filled with the sweet fragrance of milky flowers.

"Di Lu."

"Empress..."

"If things that are inappropriate, if you continue, the Eastern Palace will not be used in the future."

Di Lu's eyes suddenly became clear and his whole body was tense.

"Okay, let's talk about it later. I won't leave the Eastern Palace recently. If there is any trouble in the Ministry of Rites, I will deal with the matter there first."

Di Lu was a little panicked: "Empress——"

Xiang Xinci pulled his sleeves for him, tidying his clothes that had not been wrinkled: "I'm not angry with you. I have something to do recently. It's time for you to be busy with your own business and let Mrs. Hou add someone to your room."

After Xiang Xinci finished speaking, he didn't see his expression and called Aunt Qin and Madam Jing to come in to serve him.

Liang Gongxu had just come back from the court. When he heard Shoukang's words, he looked at Shoukang with no energy, as if he hadn't heard it. He went to Xinci's studio, sat down and stepped on her waist, surrounding her waist, and wanted to sleep.

Xiang Xinci looked at him with a smile, holding a fine brush in his hand, and a copy of Xiang Zhuyuan's daily life, which was delivered from the northwest, was spread on the table: "I'm sleepy again so soon."

"Um……"

...

The windy summer night finally showed a hint of coolness, and the thin gauze shirt floated on Shi Wei, which made her look cool and refreshing.

The Queen's country is mourning, and her affairs are delayed. If you enter the East Palace, you will naturally not be able to enter her. If the prince becomes the emperor now and the harem is in vain, she will of course be listed for the national talent show.

Shi Wei was a little anxious...

It's late at night in the East Palace.

Xiang Xinci had a nightmare and suddenly woke up halfway through, his forehead covered with sweat.

She dreamed that she grabbed Mincilo's sleeve before she died and begged him to give herself a pleasure. He looked at her like a madman, with hatred in her eyes that she wanted to tear her.

Xiang Xinci calmed down, took a while, looked at the sleeping person beside him, and quietly got up and got out of bed.

The heavy bed curtain fell.

Aunt Qin woke up and suddenly saw a figure shaking in the shallow orange light. She quickly got up and hurriedly changed her clothes for the lady: It was raining outside and the weather was cold.

Xiang Xinci stopped her and stepped on the cold ground barefoot, her slender figure was already tall and graceful. She stood by the window and looked at the rain falling outside for a while, and turned around and walked out.

Aunt Qin hurriedly followed.

Xiang Xinci was in front of the piano, her fingers fell on the strings, and a tune like a rain curtain outside the window sounded. Her fingers were like flying on the strings, and time crisscrossed and she cried wildly.

Aunt Qin stood outside, staring blankly at the empress beside the Qin, the lady... she had something to do.

Jiao Ying heard the Qinyin coming, and she was in the ear room next to the Qinfang, and naturally heard: "Aunt, what's wrong with the lady?" Such a strong and murderous aura.

After a while, the strings stopped fighting, and Xiang Xinci's hand fell heavily on the strings.

Jiao Ying, Aunt Qin was shocked and looked inside carefully. Seeing that the lady had recovered from her three-point fireworks, Fang sighed: It's fine, it's fine.

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