Rebirth is back for you

The sky was getting brighter, and there were still no idlers walking around in the quiet ancient alley. The eldest grandson Qimu reached out and touched Jing Ran's slightly swollen belly, and led her slowly out with his eyes bent.

"Little girl?"

"Huh?" The eldest grandson Qimu seemed to be in a good mood, he responded lightly but did not raise his head, and played with the small stones on the bluestone board with his lowered eyes and his toes.

"How did you find this place?" Jing Ran looked at her relaxed and casual movements, but picked up the stones up and down, thought it was interesting, and simply learned to kick them together.

The eldest grandson Qimu turned his head to look at Jingran, the smile in his eyes deepened, and he replied: "Lin Bo has been famous for his craftsmanship for a long time, but a few years ago, the prince's brother wanted to force him to work as a private chef in the prince's mansion. I saved it, and I’ve gotten acquainted with it since then.”

Jing Ran nodded, "It's a pity that this kind of craftsmanship is only for one person to be imprisoned within the high wall."

"There are still many craftsmen who are so clever at making fish." Changsun Qimu slightly hooked Jingran's little finger and shook it lightly, with soft waves in his eyes. "In the future, I will take you to taste them one by one."

Jing Ran looked back at her, suddenly stopped, grabbed the shoulder of the eldest grandson Qimu and pushed her to the bluestone brick wall beside him.

The three-foot ancient alley is not wide, and Jing Ran's movement came suddenly again, but Changsun Qimu didn't seem to be caught off guard, his arms naturally wrapped around the waist of the person in front of him, and he raised his head with his eyes bent.

Jing Ran looked down at her cheeks that were clearer than ice and snow, and tilted her head to peck lightly on them.

"Is that so?" Changsun Qimu closed his eyes, and his warm voice touched the clear pool in Jing Ran's heart like willow branches in March.

Jing Ran looked deeply into the clear spring in her eyes, and gently leaned forward as she wished, and kissed her thick and soft eyelashes.

"What else?" Changsun Qimu folded his arms, and pressed the person in front of him, with a soft smile and bright eyes.

"If there is anything else," Jing Ran raised his palm and pressed her slap-sized face to his palm, gently rubbed her slender lips with his fingertips, and murmured in a low voice: "It's probably like this." .”

The cool taste of ice and snow flows in like a clear spring in Yeya Mountain in an instant, and the warm spring breeze in March is light and fragrant.

The entanglement between lips and teeth gradually became intimate, but there was the sound of footsteps gradually approaching the entrance of the alley. At the last moment, Jing Ran tilted his head and kissed the corner of the eldest grandson Qimu's lips, and withdrew to leave.

The eldest grandson Qimu suddenly tightened his arms, hooked her into his arms again, and in an instant, turned his feet and jumped into the small courtyard separated by a wall, pressed against the wall again without saying a word, and leaned forward.

It was still a lingering and joyful kiss, biting every inch but not the slightest biting, Jing Ran hugged her relaxedly, enjoying the intoxicating intimacy of this moment.

Until the footsteps outside the wall approached and then went away, Changsun Qimu suddenly hugged Jing Ran, smiled and lowered his head to kiss her cheek, softly said: "We should go back."

Jing Ran lay in her arms, blinked, "Will you take me back?"

"Yeah!" Changsun Qimu nodded, hugged her and stood up, and said happily, "I haven't hugged her for several hours, I just want to hug her."

Jing Ran curled up her mouth and nestled into her arms, sighing and smelling the warm and fragrant fragrance from her body.

The sky was already bright, Changsun Qimu controlled his figure, and floated above the palace like a wisp of smoke in an instant. Jing Ran was lazily nestled in her arms, but he heard several familiar voices below. discuss.

"The Prime Minister Zuo's words are wrong. A country cannot live without a king. This old man thinks that preparations should be made early."

Jing Ran opened his eyes suddenly, the voice was from the right minister, and it was naturally for the left minister to hear, but the meaning in these words——

Before Prime Minister Zuo opened his mouth, another voice suddenly raised his voice: "Prince Right, please be careful with your words!" After shouting hurriedly, Marquis Wen Yuan lowered his voice again, and said solemnly: "Although your Majesty's illness is severe and urgent, But after all, it has never reached the point where I can’t manage, why do I need to wait for obstacles to act on my behalf. Moreover, even if there is an accident, the emperor has already appointed a prince, so why do we need to prepare too early?"

Jing Ran's heart moved, and he raised his hand to scratch Changsun Qimu's waist, signaling her to slow down.

Although the eldest grandson Qimu looked calm, as if he didn't listen to the words of the few people, he looked down at Jingran with interest, followed her change of figure and sneaked into the south study room, and sat in the room with someone in his arms. on the beam.

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, the left and right ministers, Wen Yuanhou and Wu Anhou entered the South Study Room together.Zuo Xiang waved his sleeves to the ministers waiting in the East Nuan Pavilion: "You go directly to the West Nuan Pavilion to be a councilor today. The emperor feels cold and feels unwell. The court meeting will be canceled today!"

The officials looked at each other in blank dismay, although they didn't understand what was going on in their hearts, they still bowed their sleeves and retreated one by one.

It was only when the full room was empty again that Prime Minister Right spoke again: "I'm afraid the three don't know something. Before entering the palace last night, the old minister had just received the urgent report from Mobei, the guard general who guarded Mobei for 15 years. Huo Xinfang died suddenly a few days ago!"

Jing Ran was surprised. Hearing what Prime Minister Right said, the old emperor was already in critical condition, and since last night he had urgently summoned four people into the palace to discuss matters. Prime Minister Right has always been upright. He said that he needed to make preparations as soon as possible. It indicates that the old emperor's illness is not shallow.

Before she had time to turn her head to look at the expression of the person beside her, she saw that the other three people were startled when they heard the right minister's words, and then Marquis Wu An was shocked and said: "How could something happen at this juncture? Huo Xinfang is indifferent Bei 30 troops are in hand!"

Prime Minister Zuo and Marquis Wen Yuan also had solemn expressions, Prime Minister Right left the three of them in a circle, and continued: "So the emperor ordered the prince back at this time, but left the sixth prince in Mobei. It may not be without deep meaning."

"You mean, the emperor seems to have ordered His Royal Highness to return to Beijing to prepare for unexpected events, but in fact he is secretly helping and tacitly allowing the sixth prince to gather military power!" Marquis Wen Yuan was startled and said in amazement: "So, is it possible that the emperor If you want to abolish the prince, can you establish the sixth prince?"

Prime Minister Right glanced at Marquis Wen Yuan, pursed his lips and remained silent.

However, Jing Ran knew in his heart that Mobei's 30 military power was obviously not a small amount. If he could hold the 30 in his hands, not to mention that he would sit firmly in that chair in the future, at least half of the country would be in his hands.The old emperor naturally knew this well, so if he really wanted the prince to succeed to the throne, he would not allow the 30 military power to fall into the hands of another son, leaving hidden dangers for cholera in the future.

So Sun Qihao naturally couldn't think of something that everyone could guess.The old emperor had obviously concealed his physical condition from the outside world and urgently recalled Mobei. After returning to Beijing, he was faced with whether he would be enthroned or re-established as the crown prince. Chang Sun Qihao must have weighed it in his heart. Returning to Beijing is obviously already a return. Quelong, instead of waiting to die with nothing to do, it's better to stay in Mobei and seize the 30 troops.

In this way, instead of saying that the old emperor intends to abolish the prince and re-establish the eldest son Qihong, it is better to say that he is forcing one son to rebel and using another son to contain him!

Sure enough, Zuo Xiang's expression changed for a while, and he squeezed his pupils and uttered two words, "Not necessarily."

"Yes, not necessarily!" The Prime Minister on the right obviously already understood, and continued in a deep voice.

Besides, if Marquis Wen Yuan and Marquis Wu An were still in a daze at first, they would have come to their senses now, and at the same time they said in a low voice, "What do you mean is that the Crown Prince whom the Emperor really cares about is... the nine princes?" your Highness?!"

The Prime Minister on the right was still silent, while the Prime Minister on the left looked at the two of them with raised eyes, and said slowly: "If you say that the chair is not reserved for the prince, there is still some basis for it. The name of the eldest son is hard to match His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince, who is the most talented and intelligent among the princes. But now, the Emperor has put the Sixth Prince aside, and now the 23 heirs under the Emperor's knees, except for His Royal Highness the Ninth Princess , who else can overwhelm the Sixth Prince in both status and talent?"

Hearing this, Jing Ran finally turned his head to look at the person beside him, but found that she was always bored, but when he turned his head to look over, he curled his lips and leaned close to her ear softly. Ask: "Have you seen enough?"

Jing Ran squeezed her fingers, and continued to listen to Marquis Wu'an's voice, "But His Royal Highness Ninth Princess is a woman, so how can she inherit the rule?!"

"What about women?" Prime Minister Right asked in a low voice, "I think you have just received the news that Princess Wu Lili Jin is the crown prince. Looking at the world now, there is Jin Yang in Li, Jiang Baixi in Qiu, and the three in the world. Shu, besides His Royal Highness the Ninth Princess, who else can restrain the two of them? If not, how will I, Qingyue, gain a foothold in the future!"

As soon as the Right Prime Minister said this, the whole room fell silent, and Jing Ran was suffocated for a moment. He lowered his head and thought for a while, and said to his eldest grandson Qimu: "Let's go!"

"Okay," the eldest grandson Qimu seemed not to care about the words of the four people below, and suddenly moved closer to Jing Ran, kissed her cheek very quickly, and said happily with his eyes bent: "I listen to my daughter-in-law."

Jing Ran's cheeks flushed suddenly, and he was hugged by the waist. When the two of them floated out from the South Study Room, they heard the increasingly erratic voice of the left minister and said: "This matter is very important, and the few of us here It's just guessing back and forth, why don't you immediately send someone to find His Royal Highness Ninth Princess to find out..."

Jing Ran nestled in the arms of the eldest grandson Qimu again, and just moved his ears when he heard this sentence, he felt that the situation in front of him suddenly changed, and the man carried her away from the direction of Liuyun Palace where he was going.

"Where are you going?" Jing Ran blinked.

"The mansion outside my palace." Changsun Qimu snorted coldly, and rarely grumbled dissatisfied: "You just came back, I haven't been with you well, I love you, how can I have time to spend time with those four old antiques?" .”

This man—

Jing Ran suddenly put his arms around her neck, leaned close to her ear and whispered softly:

"I love you."

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