Although Lin Feilu knows that being a little pretty will never let herself suffer, and that the Queen Mother's attitude towards herself has no effect on her, but one of the green tea survival manuals is to be an improper enemy who can be a friend.

Turning an enemy into a friend is not a tough one. All around the world are brothers.

After listening to the two of Chunxia on the way, she understood that the missing family affection in the Queen Mother's heart, and her eagerness to narrow the distance between mother and child, were the directions for her own strategy.

Once a person reaches the top and has all the power and status, he will begin to recall the past and yearn for the most ordinary warmth. This is the root of human inferiority, and it is also a common problem of high-ranking people in this era.

It also profoundly demonstrated a truth: don't cherish when you have it, and regret it when you lose it.

The little princess is the only way for her to understand her son's past, and she is also an obedient and obedient child. If she is close to herself and the emperor loves her, the relationship between herself and the emperor can be eased.

When Lin Feilu left the temple with red eyes, she was wearing an ice jade bracelet given by the queen mother.

This ice jade has a peculiar texture and is worn on your hand in summer, like a small air conditioner you carry with you. It can cool down the heat. There is only one pair in the palace, the queen mother is wearing one, and the other is now given to her.

The two of Chunxia and Xia were waiting outside anxiously, when they saw Lin Feilu coming out with red eyes, they immediately greeted him with a nervous expression, "Princess, are you okay?"

She smiled comfortingly at the two of them: "It's okay, the empress dowager treats me very well."

Tingchun was a little surprised to see the bracelet on her wrist. She naturally knew this jade bracelet and knew its strangeness. The queen mother actually rewarded the princess with the only jade bracelet. It was obvious that she was really good to her, and the two of them were relieved.

Early in the summer in the south, when the three of them left the Chonghua Hall, the sun outside was a little bit scorching. As soon as I left, I saw a group of palace people carrying a sedan chair waiting under the tree outside the temple gate.

Headed by the chief **** Sun Jiang of Lin'an Temple, he smiled and greeted her as soon as she came out: "Slave, see Her Royal Highness."

Lin Feilu asked: "Are you waiting for me?"

Sun Jiang said with a smile: "Yes, your majesty ordered the minions to wait here and send the princess back to the palace."

The return journey is long and it is very comfortable to have a sedan chair. Lin Feilu got on the sedan chair and the group walked back. She held her chin and turned to ask Sun Jiang, "Your Majesty is facing?"

Sun Jiang replied: "Not yet, I'm afraid it will be busy until noon, does the princess want to go to Lin'an Temple for dinner or to return to Yong'an Palace?"

She thought for a while, "Go to Lin'an Hall, and eat together when your Majesty comes back."

She got up too early today, she went to the Lin'an Temple to sit for a short time and then began to feel sleepy. After she withdrew from the servants of the palace, she climbed onto Song Jinglan's dragon bed to make up her sleep.

This dragon bed is actually no different from your own bed, except that there is a huge night pearl hanging on the top of the bed. With the pearl as the point, a large and gorgeous curtain is hung from the top, which has a very significant effect on isolating mosquitoes.

She rolled a few times on the big and soft bed wrapped in a flimsy quilt before finally turning over and falling asleep.

The morning dynasty, which had been put on hold for many days, did not end until noon. After Song Jinglan dealt with the accumulated government affairs, he still announced the posthumous wedding. With the death gaze that Shang Shu of the Ministry of Rites experienced yesterday, no one in the court raised questions and expressed congratulations to Your Majesty.

After leaving the dynasty, Song Jinglan returned to Lin'an Temple, where incense was burning quietly.

Sun Jiang asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, the princess is asleep in it, do you pass the meal?"

Song Jinglan walked inward: "Biography."

There was no one in the sleeping hall, and Lin Feilu didn't like anyone watching him when he was sleeping. The large curtain tent fell from the top to the ground, spreading out, and in the quiet hall there was only the sound of her breathing.

Song Jinglan approached slowly and opened the curtain with a finger.

The **** the bed lay sideways, facing outside, sleeping soundly. It should be too hot. She didn't cover her quilt, she only wore a single coat, and the neckline was a little loose, revealing a white collarbone.

Mofa made a bed, and he squinted his eyes, let go of his fingers, and the curtain dropped again, completely blocking him and the **** the bed.

Lin Feilu didn't know how long he slept, and when he was half-dreaming and half-awake stretching his hands, he touched a chest.

With her eyes still closed, she hesitantly touched her fingers upwards and then downwards. When she reached the position of his lower abdomen, she was pinched by a hand on her wrist. When she opened her eyes, she saw Song Jinglan lying on her side with her head on her elbows, her lips smiling.

Lin Feilu squeezed forward, rubbed his face against his chest, and asked sleepily, "What are you doing?"

His voice was smiling: "Watching the princess sleep."

She was a little embarrassed: "What's so good about sleeping, I don't sleep well."

Song Jinglan laughed, held her wrists around her waist, bowed her head and kissed her messy forehead: "Get up and eat."

She buried her in his arms, "I'm not hungry." After a pause, she said, "I went to see the queen mother today, and she gave me an ice jade bracelet."

Song Jinglan liked her active approach very much. He touched the back of her head with his palm, and put his fingers in her hair. The voice overflowing from the tip of her nose was a little lazy: "Yeah."

Lin Feilu raised his head, only seeing his delicate jaw, "Don't you like her?"

He breathed smoothly, and even his voice did not fluctuate: "It's not like it, and it's not disgusting. As long as she doesn't overstep, I won't move her."

Lin Feilu didn't speak for a while.

Song Jinglan lowered her head, gently pinched the back of her neck with her fingers, and asked slowly, "Does the princess hate me like this?"

Killing his father and brother, and neglecting his biological mother, all his behaviors are inconsistent with this era of filial piety and benevolence. In future history books, this stain will inevitably be left behind, called a tyrant.

But he doesn't care about those, he only cares what the girl in his arms thinks.

Lin Feilu leaned back slightly, raised his head and rubbed his chin with the tip of his nose, like soothing and distressed. Under his gaze, he said softly, "We Xiao Song, we must have had a hard time before."

It must have been a hard time.

Whether it is in Song State or Dalin.

Song Jinglan's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly.

Then he lowered his head and kissed the eyes that looked at him.

He moved so gently, touching again and again, as if he was afraid that the kiss would break, he kissed from his eyes to the tip of his nose, and he held her lips.

The gentleness of his life was all given to her.

Lin Feilu closed his eyes in response to his kiss, feeling the person lying next to him gradually pouring down. He put his palm down, stroked the back of her neck, stroked her vest, and when he stroked his waist, he pulled his fingers and pulled the belt of her corset.

She was only wearing a single dress, and as soon as the belt was loosened, the wide dress slipped to the sides, giving a clear view.

Lin Feilu was iced by his shirt, and his brain became a little clearer. He opened his eyes slightly, still holding his arms around his neck, and his voice was a little gasping: "Now... now?"

Song Jinglan moved for a while, and after a long while, his lips slowly moved away from her, and she reached out to cover her slipped clothes again.

Lin Feilu blinked.

He smiled helplessly, and brushed her forehead with his fingers: "Get up and eat."

Lin Feilu felt that this man's restraint was truly incredible.

Song Jinglan straightened his arms and lifted up slightly to leave, when the belt was suddenly hooked by the girl under him with a slender finger.

There was a red at the end of her eyes, and her usual soft voice was deliberately suppressed at this moment, with a smile but a smile, and every word seemed to seduce: "Your Majesty, are you really not?"

Song Jinglan didn't speak, and looked down at her. The expression in those eyes was extremely catching, and the deep and quiet eyes did not conceal his hot desire.

Lin Feilu was shocked.

I stopped laughing, nor did I deliberately press my throat to speak, quickly retracted my finger, and said honestly: "Let’s eat, I’m hungry."

After a long time, he laughed, sat up slowly, picked up the belt that was torn off by himself, picked up the person from the bed, bowed his head and tied her intently around his waist.

Only then did she know she was shy.

Song Jinglan finished tying his belt, looked up at the girl's blushing face, and smiled.

He leaned forward and kissed the corner of her lips, his gentle voice was slightly dumb: "Princess, don't seduce the lonely."

Lin Feilu whispered: "I don't know who seduce whom."

He laughed and rubbed her messy head: "Be good, I want to give the princess a complete wedding."

The meal passed from the outside is cold.

Seeing that your Majesty pulled the princess out, Sun Jiang called people to pass the meal again.

While eating, Sitianjian’s people reported back and forth, saying that the wedding auspicious day had been set, and it would be the seventh day of the next month.

Lin Feilu only had one month to hear, and he was still a little worried about whether it would be too late to prepare. She also recently checked the classics and found out that the process of an emperor's wedding was very complicated, and it was even more complicated to have a queen at the wedding, and each step was time-consuming and labor-intensive.

But when Song Jinglan heard a little displeased, "Next month?"

The officials of Sitianjian sweated profusely, crying without tears: "Return to your Majesty, this is the most auspicious day that the subordinates have revealed."

He waved his hand: "Okay, go get ready."

The officials stepped back in a hurry.

When the auspicious day was set, the palace naturally began to get busy.

On the day of the wedding, see the hundred officials, worship Huang Tian, ​​worship the ancestors, and dress well. The palace clerk from the Garment Bureau measured Lin Feilu's size and began to rush to make the wedding phoenix gown.

Lin Feilu didn't seem to have anything to do with her except for taking measurements with the palace.

He eats, drinks and plays every day, occasionally seduce his majesty boldly, and ran away irresponsibly after setting up a fire.

However, this is her first time getting married after all, and she feels a little nervous and expectant.

She secretly made up a calendar and tore one off one day later. When the cries of knowledge filled the treetops, the calendar finally tore to the last one.