Noble Lan becomes Concubine Lan, completing a qualitative leap.

The Mingyue Palace, which used to be a sparrow, suddenly became a popular place in the harem. Except for the three concubines and above, other concubines came to check in.

Concubine Xian watched Xiao Lan ascend step by step, and it was inevitable that Lin Di saw Xiao Lan's grace in her eyes.

But when people reach her age, they no longer desire the love of the emperor. People have their own ambitions, and Concubine Xian is not a messy temperament. Lin Jingyuan is now more and more forging ahead under the supervision of Lin Feilu. In the future, he will be a king and will be rich and wealthy.

In the past, Concubine Hui and Concubine Mei formed a separate faction between the four concubines. Now that the two concubines have fallen, Concubine Xian and Concubine Lan have formed a separate faction. The harem power is considered to be a new division.

Xiao Lan stood up now, and all her scheming methods have followed. At first she was a little shackled, and then gradually adapted to her new identity and new position. With the guidance of the concubine Xian, she soon sat firmly in her concubine position and governed her subordinates. Well organized, no need to worry about Lin Feilu.

Time flickered into winter.

Lin Feilu keenly discovered that Lin Qing's attitude towards Lin Ting was somewhat different.

The atmosphere of brother and friend and respectfulness disappeared, and the two seemed to be close to each other. Occasionally, Lin Qing would even confront each other.

Lin Ting still looked gentle and humble, but he was a lot more silent than before. Those soft eyes that saw everything and everything hadn't been bright for a long time.

Lin Feilu knew where this change came from.

The Queen’s family could not help investigating the prince’s encounter with the tiger. Once the clues were discovered, the ruan Guifei faction became completely hostile to them.

The Ruan clan came fiercely, and Lin Qing was forgiven for fearing this elder brother and resenting this elder brother.

In addition to being soft-tempered, Lin Ting is not worse than the Prince in all aspects. He just doesn't want to fight, he never shows the limelight on weekdays. What if you don't want to fight? Unless he completely leaves the Ruan family, does not recognize the mother concubine, or the Ruan family, he will always be their most important chess piece.

Since the development of the Ruan clan, the power of North Korea and China is intertwined. Once the crown prince becomes the throne, the power and position will be overthrown.

No one wants to give up all this.

Both of them are still in their teens, but they are about to renounce the throne. Although Lin Feilu had the purpose of a strategy at the beginning, the hearts of the people are long. She has long regarded the two people as family members. Seeing that they are going to develop in the direction of fighting each other, she is really anxious.

But she can't do anything. This is not a trivial battle. The battle for the crown prince has always been cruel. Once she participates, she will be implicated. Behind her there is a concubine and elder brother, and she cannot risk their lives.

Lin Feilu can only be anxious while watching the changes.

She is usually the innocent, cute and carefree fifth princess in front of everyone, and she only reveals a trace of true emotions every time she secretly goes to play with Song Jinglan.

It has been getting colder recently, and she had prepared enough silver carbon early, and all kinds of heating equipment were sent to Cuizhuju for no money.

This was the second warm winter that Song Jinglan had. He poured half a glass of water into the bamboo tube with the white plums. When he turned around, he saw the little girl roasting in awe.

Her soft fingers were roasted red by the silver carbon, and the fragrance of the hand cream became stronger and stronger. She made a rose-flavored hand cream this year, and gave him two boxes. Although Tiandong always complained about the fragrance of rouge on her body, it was not a man, but Song Jinglan would still apply it sooner or later. .

He thinks Xiangxiang is also very good.

A little spark spattered from the carbon stove, she recovered, took her hot fingers back and rubbed it, and sighed twice again.

Song Jinglan handed her a bamboo tube with a few bamboo leaves painted on the green color, which was very elegant, "I tried to make some milk tea that the princess said last time. Would you like to try it?"

Lin Feilu said, "Huh?" He met his gentle and smiling eyes, and it took several seconds to realize what he was talking about, scratching his head: "It's not easy to get some milk in the House of Internal Affairs, please keep it for yourself. Don’t waste it on this."

After speaking, he took the bamboo tube and took two sips.

Song Jinglan smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?"

She doubled, "The bamboo-flavored milk tea is not bad, but there are no pearls."

Song Jinglan: "Huh?" He thought about it seriously, "What kind of pearl is the princess talking about? Is it to be ground into powder and added to it?"

Lin Feilu hurriedly waved his hand, "No, no, this is good!"

He nodded slightly, the fire shining in his eyes, showing a calm and warm color, "What troubles the princess?"

Lin Feilu drank the milk tea, his mouth sticking to the edge of the bamboo tube, a little dull.

Song Jinglan asked slowly, "Is it because of His Royal Highness and His Highness?"

Lin Feilu looked up in surprise: "How do you know?"

Song Jinglan slightly rolled her lips: "The two majesty's atmosphere was tense in the Taixue Hall recently, it is not difficult to see."

What is not hard to see? I didn't see it from other people. For example, Lin Jingyuan, after school this morning, even invited his two older brothers to play polo together. After being rejected, he kept asking why.

Lin Feilu couldn't help but began to sigh again.

Xiaomei is from the Song country after all. Although she has no feelings about the grievances between the two countries, her own sense of belonging belongs only to China, the people, the Republic, and the country...!

However, it is always weird to discuss with the proton of the enemy country on such a sensitive topic as the throne.

Song Jinglan had a calm look, rubbing his fingers lightly on the edge of the tea cup, and said quietly: "The two majesty are so good, this road is inevitable, and there is always a winner. The princess is worried at this moment. It's all in vain. It's better to think about how to save the loser when it comes to that point."

With a single word, he broke the entanglement in Lin Feilu's heart.

She doesn't care which brother is the emperor, she just hopes everyone is safe.

She had never cared about anyone before.

When her parents ignore her, she ignores them. Hu Penggou is false, and she does not show her true feelings. The world is indifferent to her, and she treats each other indifferently.

Instead, he came here, and God seemed to start to make up for her missing childhood and family affection little by little.

But it happens to be in such a place where family affection is weak.

She can care nothing, but she can't neglect her sincerity.

Lin Feilu lowered his head and asked softly for a long time: "Then your Highness can tell me what to do?"

Song Jinglan smiled extremely shallowly. He gently raised his hand and touched the top of her head, with a low and gentle voice: "The princess is so smart, I believe the princess will know what to do."

He looked out the window, his eyes raised: "It's snowing, princess."

Lin Feilu turned to look.

In the morning, the sky was still clear and thin snow fell.

The first snow of the year.

Song Jinglan looked at her and said, "Make a wish, it will definitely come true."

Knowing that it was just a deceptive part of the girl's heart in the Korean drama, Lin Feilu still closed his palms and eyes, and reverently made his wish.

Snowfall is a winter scene and a signal that spring is coming.

After the new year, the thing that shocked Lin Feilu the most was that Emperor Lin began to choose a husband-in-law for Lin Nianzhi.

Although she knew that ancient women married early, but seeing 13-year-old Lin Nianzhi shyly picking the portraits of horsemen presented by the palace, Lin Feilu felt a little unacceptable.

She seemed to see herself in the future.

It's terrible!

Seeing her sitting in a daze, Lin Nianzhi jerked her unhappily: "Little Five! Can you be more serious?"

Lin Feilu: "I'm watching, I'm watching! Elder sister, who is this? There is a mole on the corner of her eye, which looks strange and romantic."

Lin Nianzhi looked at it: "This is Du Jingruo, the first-in-law of the Ministry of Rites, and now he is the director of the Imperial College. What you say is a bit romantic..." She grew up in the palace since she was a child and didn't understand these foreign men, so he hesitated: "I heard that he has a brilliant literary talent and entered the Imperial College at a young age. I want to come back to be so true to learn."

These portraits were sent to her after selection by Emperor Lin.

After the approval of the emperor, naturally he was not a mundane son.

Lin Nianzhi looked down one by one, and finally asked her, "What do you think?"

Lin Feilu: "...Both are all pretty good."

Lin Nianzhi: "I think it's all good, too." She muttered, "Why can't I collect all these like the father?"

Lin Feilu: "???"

and many more! Sister Huang! Your thoughts are very dangerous!

Seeing her wide-open eyes, Lin Nianzhi laughed and pinched her soft face indiscriminately, "I'll just talk about it."

It is a life-long event, Lin Feilu still seriously advises: "What is your ideal type of sister Huang?"

Lin Nianzhi asked: "What is an ideal type?"

Lin Feilu explained: "It's the husband-in-law you want to marry the most in your heart. What kind of person is it? Character, appearance, family background, concept, which aspect do you value more?"

Lin Nianzhi immediately said: "Of course the most important thing is to look good!"

Lin Feilu: Yes, your Lin family are all Yangou.

Lin Nianzhi thought for a long time, and her tone gradually became shy: "I hope my husband-in-law is a humble gentleman, gentle and gentle, can love me and protect me, treat me as the only one, and hold me in his palm as a jewel in his palm."

Lin Feilu understood it and spread out the stack of portraits: "Then let's eliminate Xi Xingjiang's type first, they are not worthy."

Lin Nianzhi nodded in agreement.

In the end, they were picked according to Lin Nianzhi's request, and the one that best met her ideal type was actually Du Jingruo, the son of the Book of Rites with a mole on the corner of her eye.

Lin Nianzhi looked at Du Jingruo's portrait over and over many times, and finally said: "Just him!"

After that, he must call the palace clerk to come in and hand the portrait to Emperor Lin.

Lin Feilu suddenly grabbed her wrist: "Wait!"

Lin Nianzhi looked at her curiously.

Although Lin Feilu knew that all he was talking about was nonsense, she couldn't help it: "Elder sister, you have never seen him. You can set a lifelong event with just a portrait. If you find him and what you imagine Not the same, what should I do?"

The modern concept of free love is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and she really can't be indifferent.

Lin Nianzhi was stunned, and then smiled as if nothing had happened: "This has been the case since ancient times. As princesses, we still have the right to choose. Those women among the people have no choice but to choose."

The eldest princess, who is always horny, looks very open in this respect.

It seems that after Concubine Hui's accident, she grew a lot overnight.

She saw that Lin Feilu's face was still wrinkled, and smiled and touched her twitching: "Don't worry, it's the son of the Book of Etiquette, it won't be bad." She paused, not knowing what she thought, eyes Suddenly lit up: "If you are really worried, why don't we go take a look in person?"

Lin Feilu asked: "Can I still go and see in person?"

Lin Nianzhi: "Of course we can't be upright, we can go secretly!"

Having been here for so long, Lin Feilu has never been out of the palace. Hearing what Lin Nianzhi said, his heart was immediately moved.

Dalin's folk customs are relatively open, and the restrictions on women are not as strict as in some eras, as can be seen from the fact that Concubine Xi Gui once went to battle to kill the enemy.

The princess's going out of the palace is not an unforgivable crime, but it requires Lin Di's consent.

This matter is easy to handle. Lin Feilu acted like a spoiler, saying that he had never been out of the palace when he grew up, and he had never seen the prosperous folk scene under his father's rule. Lin Di immediately nodded with joy.

Of course, in order to avoid unnecessary troubles, the two naturally wouldn't fantasize. The Emperor Lin let the two leaders of the Forbidden Army accompany him, and secretly arranged guards for protection.

Lin Feilu put on an unremarkable dress, and followed Lin Nianzhi in the carriage and swayed out of the palace.