He Mucheng just followed the palace people and stepped into the harem.
When passing by the Orchid Pavilion, an extremely luxurious waterside pavilion, I saw a group of maids laughing and playing and hiding.
He Mucheng was a little surprised. In the cold winter months, these palace maids were not well-dressed. Not only that, their every move and smile exuded a smell of travel, which was incompatible with the solemnity of the palace.
Seeing the palace maids all looking behind the rockery, He Mucheng stopped curiously.
She wanted to see what kind of debauched and unscrupulous people could come out from behind this rockery?
However, under her surprised gaze, a pair of white and tender little hands slowly groped and revealed their figure. He Mucheng opened his mouth wide and looked at the child who was only four or five years old in disbelief.
Whose child is this?
This scene must have been deliberately staged by someone. How could a palace maid have fun with her children while wearing heavy makeup and wearing bold clothes?
Just as she was thinking about it, the other party had already come to her side.
His soft arms hugged her waist, and he cheered with a milky voice, "Caught! Caught!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pulled off the silk from his eyes. The strong scent of powdery silk floated in the wind, and soon lingered on He Mucheng's nostrils.
He Mucheng choked, bent over and coughed a few times, tears welling up in his eyes.
She lowered her head, wanting to analyze his appearance carefully. By coincidence, Sima Yan also calmed down and raised his head to look at her.
Sima Ling stood up slowly and looked around, only to see the palace maid who was laughing and laughing before lowering her eyes with a respectful attitude.
How could Yu Wenjun not know this?
At the same time, Yu Wenjun said quietly, "What are you afraid of? Can I still eat you?"
At this moment, a gorgeous dress of beautiful colors arrived, looking particularly eye-catching in the desolate waterside pavilion in winter.
Huh? What's going on?
Seeing the puzzled look on her face, Yu Wenjun didn't say much, but walked up to He Mucheng, his slender jade fingers slowly covered her shoulders, and squeezed them slowly.
He Mucheng seized the gap, hurriedly got rid of the child's pull, and looked up.
Yu Wenjun stared at her resentfully and smiled coldly, "Nan's Ayan, come with me."
He Mucheng coughed lightly and said, "The beauty of the imperial concubine is unparalleled in the world."
"You bad woman! Who asked you to come to my mother's hospital? Get out, get out!"
"Why don't you invite the little prince down yet! This is a bunch of incompetent people!"
He wanted to continue, but a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him, "Ayan is really naughty. Take a closer look and see if the person in front of you is a bad woman?"
As he said that, he grabbed He Mucheng's sleeve and dragged it out. While dragging it, he was panting heavily. When he was tired, he stopped to rest for a moment, and loudly ordered to the surroundings, "You are still standing there in a daze.
What? Why don’t you help me get rid of this bad woman!"
His expression darkened, and his face immediately became gloomy.
But when the child saw her appearance, the joy on his face disappeared in an instant.
When the palace man saw this, he immediately smiled flatteringly and said, "My little ancestor, this is the person your imperial concubine wants to meet. How can you rush him as soon as you say so?"
"The imperial concubine has jade bones and ice skin, and Ayan feels ashamed of herself."
"Did you tell Brother Xuan to postpone the wedding for one year?" Sima Lingsu pointed at the tip of her nose, "Nan's Ayan, I really have you. While following Ji Yunyuan, you are entangled with Brother Xuan.
, and now your Majesty is fascinated by them, what kind of flattering tricks did you use on them?"
As if they had been pardoned, the palace officials immediately bowed and left.
At this time, Sima Ling had lost her aggressive attitude. She glanced at He Mucheng, waved her sleeves heavily, and walked away in the direction where Sima Yan had just left.
He Mucheng had no choice but to follow Yu Wenjun into the dormitory.
"My mother doesn't want to see her!" The child snorted angrily from his breath, "Yesterday, my father punished my mother because of her, and my mother cried until late at night..."
She finished her words in an awkward tone, and Yu Wenjun asked again, "How does it compare to you?"
"Nan's Ayan, am I beautiful?" She changed the topic.
Sima Yan sniffed and nodded hurriedly.
Is this...seriously?
He Mucheng ignored Sima Ling's question and turned to look at the visitor.
"Yes." He Mucheng responded and glanced at Sima Ling again.
Could it be that this kid is Sima Yan, the third emperor of the Jin Dynasty?
Although she is still dignified and beautiful, her originally bright and charming face has long been as pale as paper, and her eyes are bruised, as if she has not had a good sleep for a long time...
"Nan's Ayan, I heard that you are good at divination."
Her probing eyes soon met Yu Wenjun's hopeful gaze.
The hall was a bit cold, and He Mucheng felt goosebumps rising on her body. She calmed down and looked at Yu Wenjun again.
She was not complimenting her. Yu Wenjun was really beautiful. This beauty was not only described at length in the book, but even He Mucheng himself was hurt by the brilliance of her body when he first saw her.
Sure enough, she sneered and said, "You don't have to compliment me. I have no hostility towards you. Although you are beautiful, if you could make His Majesty's heart move, you should have been moved long ago, and you wouldn't wait until now."
As soon as she stepped across the threshold, she heard the sound of locks being locked behind her. She turned around in panic and saw that the warm winter sun had been blocked.
Sima Ling walked up to Sima Yan, squatted in front of Sima Yan, pinched his cheeks which were red from the cold, and said in a high voice, "Okay~ If you don't like it, I will take her away. I won't bother you here. How about that?"
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This look almost made He Mucheng's jaw drop!
The Yu Wenjun in front of me still retains his former splendor and unparalleled appearance?
Could it be that Sima Shao really had unwanted thoughts about her?
"What, you are ashamed? You are speechless?" Sima Ling pressed forward step by step.
As soon as he finished speaking, a bold palace maid immediately coaxed Sima Yan to stay away from the Waterside Pavilion.
Hmm? Your Majesty is fascinated?
He Mucheng immediately thought of the advice Wang Xuan gave her when crossing the river: keep a distance from His Majesty.
He Mucheng suppressed a smile and said calmly, "I'm going to see Mr. Lang. Wasn't the princess also present?"
He Mucheng looked at her for a moment and realized that he shouldn't be so irrational. Then he bowed and said respectfully, "I have met Concubine Yu."
But He Mucheng was stunned.
This is a bit self-deprecating. If we say that Yu Wenjun is the most gorgeous peony in the garden in spring, Nan Yan is the manchu and sandalwood that makes people want to stop by the Wangchuan River. The two are not the same.
She was not on guard against a child, so as soon as the child exerted force on his hand, she was thrown to the ground. The child stretched out his hand and pulled the catkins covering her lips, shouting, "It's your turn to catch me."
Got it!"
Seeing no one around, Sima Ling finally showed a fierce look on his face, "Bitch, why did you show up in Wuchang that day? Didn't you leave with Ji Yunyuan a long time ago?"
Isn't it Sima Ling who came here?
Wait, Ayan...
...Is this a settlement of accounts after the fall?
After looking at each other for a moment, he turned his head again and snorted, "She is a bad woman, Ayan doesn't like her!"
Sima Ling raised his eyelids to the palace man and said, "Go down, I will take her to see the noble concubine."
He Mucheng blinked in astonishment, "It's just that someone is exaggerating. Ayan acts casually and doesn't have a few good words in his mouth. Everyone else sneers at him, but why does the noble concubine believe it?"
Yu Wenjun ignored it, she waved her hand, as if she was extremely impatient with these words, "Don't bother me, I want to ask you, that day you said that you can only salute the future mother of a country, do you still remember
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He Mucheng nodded without knowing why.
Yu Wenjun opened his mouth for a moment, "You calculated at that time that I would be the mother of a country?"
