Mu Zhaozhen only regarded her as Li Yingrong's stand-in. Since she was a stand-in, why not have more?
Qiucao quietly glanced at the man who was reviewing the memorial, with a completely expressionless look on his face. What did Mu Zhaochu... think about the concubine?
After approving the last memorial, Mu Zhaochu put down the brush, endured the secret feeling of being constantly peeped at, looked up at the autumn grass that peeked at her from time to time, and said seriously, "The Queen has been watching me all morning.
Is there something wrong?"
"Ah?" She didn't expect him to say something suddenly. Qiucao was startled. The ginseng soup in her hand couldn't be held firmly and slipped...
This soup is really hot! An screamed, Qiucao was about to dodge, but suddenly his vision went dark, and a figure quickly passed by...[
When she came back to her senses, Qiucao found that she had been carried away from the place where she was, and the cup of ginseng soup was spilled on the place where she was sitting, and white smoke was rising.
Fortunately, she was able to dodge quickly, otherwise the cup of ginseng soup would have been spilled on her belly.
Qiucao touched her abdomen with lingering fear and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have called you suddenly." Mu Zhaoxu nodded, and the maid standing outside immediately came in to take care of things.
Mu Zhaochu, who had finished dealing with political affairs, went to the garden to enjoy the flowers with autumn grass in her arms, and prepared to find out her views on the matter of taking a concubine.
It is early spring, and the plum blossoms in the garden have not completely fallen. Dianthus, poppies, tulips, hyacinths, winter jasmine, forsythia, magnolia, plum blossoms, redbuds, peonies, peonies, peach blossoms... have all quietly bloomed.
It begins to show its beauty, and it can be said that hundreds of flowers are in full bloom in the garden, which is so beautiful.
It's a pity that the two people in the pavilion had no intention of admiring the beautiful scenery, and they were each thinking deeply.
Looking at the spring scenery in the garden, Qiucao sighed secretly. According to the Queen Mother, Mu Zhaochu will answer the ministers about the concubine in the morning tomorrow morning.
He looked up at the sun that had gradually set in the west. The time was getting closer and closer. Regarding the matter of taking the concubine, Mu Zhaozhang should have made a conclusion in his mind. Will he agree to the ministers' request, or?
Qiucao lowered his head and glanced at the hand caressing his waist and abdomen.