Seventeenth bowl of soup (2)

The master was obviously shocked by the woman's beauty. Even if his wives were in groups, the girl's appearance could be said to be first-class. He reached out and touched the girl's forehead and said, "It's hot."

At this moment, the heart of pity and cherishment was also felt, so he sent someone to find the doctor, and when he arrived at Zhuangzi, he personally took the girl out of the car without leaving the guard. Until he put Qinghuan on the bed, he still looked at her with admiration. The love of beauty is something that everyone has. At his age, his heart has long since stopped. If it weren't for this kind of appearance, he would never be nosy.

It's just... "Jinchuan, how old do you think this girl is?" She was too thin, and he finished touching the girl's beautiful wrist, so he said.

The white-faced man named Jinchuan looked at it carefully: "Although he is a bit smaller and thinner, he is probably too old in terms of bone age."

"Is it time?" That would be easy. "Let Guangwei find out where she comes from."

The doctor came and took the pulse. The result was that the girl was too worried, too thin and suffering from the cold, too weak in physique, and euphemistically showed in front of the nobles that the reason why the girl in bed is still so petite is because she doesn’t even eat. To the point of not being full.

Looking at her old Luo Chang, she is probably also a girl from a poor family.

All the people present, including Jin Chuan, who had a precise vision, thought so, but the news that came out surprised them! Not only is this girl not from a poor family, she is the concubine lady of Prime Minister Fu's family! However, the master recalled the Prime Minister Fu and Madam Fu that he had met on weekdays. The two were very affectionate, and they both raised jewels and jade. The two prostitutes in their family also grew up very well, but if compared with the thin and small girl, It's really a sky and an underground. What? Is the prime minister's salary already so small that he can't even support a concubine?

Jin Chuan carefully looked at the master’s face, guessed the master’s mind in his heart, and felt it was almost done, so he said: "Your Majesty doesn’t know, this second girl from the Fu family is extremely disregarded in the Fu family. Although Mrs. Fu There is no harsh treatment, but it is indispensable for the subordinates to hold high and low. The children of the Fu family vent their anger for their mother, so they open one eye and close another, so the second girl she...

The clever minion doesn't have to finish talking.

The master gave a hum, and then asked seemingly inadvertently: "The eldest girl of the Fu family is the one who married the third child?"

"His Majesty, it is." Jin Chuan replied respectfully.

"The girl from the Fu family has been married for a year, I remember that the day when she was married to her husband." The master, the emperor who visited Weifu, said lightly. At this moment, he couldn't see the gentle appearance when he hit Qinghuan on the street at all, and a pair of eyes flashed brightly. "The third child used to shirk in front of the queen and said that he wanted to wait another year. The reason for him was that you were there at the time, do you remember?"

"His Majesty, the slave remembers. The third majesty said that there is still a sweetheart who wants to treat her and he will marry her together as a concubine."

"Then you said, is it the **** the bed?" The emperor seemed to smile. "Married the two daughters of the Fu family in succession, the youngest is interested."

Hearing the words, Jin Chuan knelt down quickly, not daring to say more. The words "Banjun Rubanhu" are not just for fun. Your Majesty is only thirty and four. At the age of dragon and tiger, although there is only one three princes under his knees, there will be other sons in the future. , If the Three Highnesses show their thoughts on that seat now, I'm afraid... it won't stay long. Because at present, your Majesty has at least forty to fifty years to live. Moreover, your Majesty has the skill to maintain his face, and he doesn't look old, he doesn't even have white hair or wrinkles. Although there are many beauties in the palace in recent years, your majesty has gradually cultivated his character and put emphasis on health preservation, so he looks at most twenty-five or six-year-old.

His Royal Highness won't be so obvious, you know, as long as he doesn't die, the position in the future will definitely be his.

The emperor did not speak, but picked up the slender hand of the little man on the bed and played with it. His slender fingers sometimes clasped it, and sometimes sucked on each other’s soft fingers. The skin on these little hands was not good. Do less rough work, "I heard that there are three daughters in the Fu family, all of whom are born well. It turns out that there is one more." He raised his eyebrows, "You said, what if I want one too?"

The emperor is purely trying to add a block to the three princes. At the beginning, the emperor gave him a marriage with the Fu family eldest girl, he happily agreed, and then told the queen that there was a sweetheart who wanted to marry in as a concubine, but his identity was quite embarrassing. This was conveyed by Jinchuan. Although the queen valued the third prince, she was not born in her stomach after all. Besides, if the third prince kissed her again, could you ever kiss your majesty!

If the three princes had told the emperor straightforwardly at that time, the emperor would have been suspicious at most, and would not care much. Or if the emperor did not meet Fu Wei today, that's fine. It was God's will to trick people. It was today, at this time, that he met.

The emperor doesn't like anyone who doesn't listen to him. If you didn't bump into Fu Wei today, would the queen not only help the youngest to postpone the one-year marriage contract, but also ask for the imperial decree at the time of the wedding to accept the Fu's concubine as the concubine? The emperor understands himself, if that's the case, he will definitely agree at that time. After all, it is a good story for Ehuang and Yingying to work together.

But let him know at this time, then he is not willing to leave according to the youngest's idea. He is the emperor. How can the emperor tolerate someone touching his thoughts so clearly and calculating his reaction every step of the way?

This is tantamount to a provocation.

Jinchuan did not understand that the master said this casually, or was sincere, hesitant, and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty is the prince of a country, the ninety-five prince, why not want to have a concubine. Next year these two The girl and the 笄 coincide with the four-year draft. Your Majesty can bring the two girls into the palace. Isn't it a good thing to have a beautiful woman with you?"

The emperor is not an ardent person. After a few years, he has no interest in beauty. He prefers to live forever, so he has been obsessed with cultivating alchemy and seeking immortals. For him, female **** is inferior. I want it. Of course, this alchemy... In addition to wanting longevity, it also wants to have a son in particular.

He is in the prime of life, with thin knees, and naturally wants more children and more blessings.

I felt that Jin Chuan's words were so smooth, and after listening to him comfortably, he realized that the little hands he was playing with seemed to tremble slightly. The emperor looked at the bed. The comatose beauty woke up at this moment. She was stiff and blinking. He met his eyes, and quickly turned over and got up and kneeled down: "My servants have seen your majesty, long live your majesty long live long live long live ."

"Have you heard?" The emperor made a gesture for Jin Chuan to go down, and took away other people who were waiting in the house by the way.

Qinghuan lay down on the ground, not daring to raise her head: "The courtier only heard a few words, not complete, so she didn't understand what His Majesty wanted."

He is a clever man, and his reaction is very wise, no wonder he can survive in the eye-catching Fu's family. "Raise your head."

Qing Huan hesitated for two seconds. He raised his head obediently, and the emperor stretched out his hand, pinching her small chin and looking at her with two fingers. Such a desolation is so stunning. If he is well raised, what kind of grace would he have? I think again that she is still young and never grows up, just like a tender and full of strange flower bones, I don't know how gorgeous it will bloom if you take good care of it. He asked: "I know you just heard it, but do you like the third child?"

The emperor's eyes were deep and sharp, as if she could hear a lie as long as she told it. Qing Huan looked at each other's eyes directly: "No. The courtiers don't like the third highness, and they don't want to be side concubines."

"Oh?" The emperor narrowed his eyes. "You don't like him so you don't be this side concubine, or your heart is higher than the sky and you can't look down on this side concubine's seat?"

Although he was quite critical of the third child, he still regarded that as his only son in his heart. He could not look down on the third child, but if a concubine dared to look down on the third child, then it would not work, it would be like slap the royal face.

Qinghuan has a thorough understanding of the upper person's mentality. She is neither humble nor overbearing: "The courtiers don't like the Three Highnesses, and don't want to be other people's side rooms. They would rather stay with the ancient Buddha with green lanterns for a lifetime."

The emperor smiled: "What if you are asked to be my "side room"?"

He emphasized the pronunciation of the word "side chamber" so that Qing Huan could hear clearly. He did not accept rejection. This little girl had a stubborn temper, and she seemed to be a savvy girl. The emperor especially didn't want her to be satisfied, so he wanted to embarrass her. The emperor, the Ninety-Five Supreme, the prince of a country, the fate of a little woman is not for him to play at will.

Qing Huan respectfully said: "The status of the minister is low, and I dare not expect it."

"How can it be extravagant hope?" The emperor loosened her chin and pulled her up from the ground. His majestic gaze scanned Qing Huan from head to toe. "You didn't have a good time in the Fu's house. I have heard about it. When will you be in time?"

"Return to your Majesty, in May of the year."

"May..." The emperor touched his chin. He didn't like to grow a beard, so his chin was very smooth, but he did not lack masculinity. On the contrary, he looked full of heroism. Although the three princes were handsome and charming, they were still not as handsome as the emperor Fengshen. "There is still half a year." Now it's close to the end of the year.

Qinghuan was silent.

"I am visiting in Weifu today. I don't want anyone to know, do you understand?"

"The courtier understands."

Her posture was extremely low, and the emperor was satisfied, and smiled at Qing Huan, "What I just said was not a joke."

Then I saw the petite girl's body suddenly stiffened, and looked at her raising her head, her eyes are as clear and clear as water, but there is no wave, then she untied her clothes, and a graceful carcass appeared soon. In front of the emperor.