After I bloom, a hundred flowers will kill

Chapter 207 The happiness of His Royal Highness

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was her choice. To Xiao Changying, it was like a thunderbolt, with dense pain spreading all over the limbs and bones.

"Brother, isn't the prince really pretending to be sick?" Xiao Changying's voice was restrained and hoarse.

"Brother, I can't be sure." Xiao Changqing thought for a while and said, "But Princess Zhaoning insists on marrying His Royal Highness, and I think His Royal Highness may be in really bad health."

"Why?" Xiao Changying was puzzled.

"I haven't been in contact with Princess Zhaoning a few times, but from the few things related to her, I can see that Princess Zhaoning is smart and calm. Although she often visits His Highness the Crown Prince in the East Palace, I have never been in her eyes Seeing the love for His Royal Highness."

The most obvious thing is today, she stood aside, watching His Royal Highness crowned, her eyes were flat the whole time, without the slightest wave.

This is not pretending to be introverted, nor is it suppressing affection, but that he really has no love for His Highness the Crown Prince, otherwise Xiao Changqing would not have indulged his younger brother to look for Shen Xihe again.

In this way, Zhaoning County's main marriage to His Highness the Crown Prince was not for love, and the marriage was either for love or for profit.

"For profit?" Xiao Changying didn't believe it, "If His Royal Highness really can't live for three to five years, and she marries the prince, who will help her protect the Northwest in the future? She is a former princess, who can tolerate her when she ascends the throne? "

"What if she gave birth to a grandson?" Xiao Changqing asked back.

Xiao Changying was dumbfounded, and then his pupils shrank slightly: "You mean her..."

"Yes, what she seeks is never mother's respect." Xiao Changqing only faintly guessed Shen Xihe's thoughts today, "If she is the mother of the grandson, it is the death of His Royal Highness, and her son is still more important than us. Qualifications to inherit the Great Reign."

Throughout the ages, to be born in the main palace is to be honorable.

"How could Your Majesty allow someone with the blood of the Shen family to inherit the great line?" Xiao Changying felt that Shen Xihe was too naive.

"Brother, don't underestimate girls." Xiao Changqing used to have a lot of prejudice against girls, always thinking that girls are weak and short-sighted, but Gu Qingzhi made him understand that a girl has the ability to overthrow mountains and rivers.

"There is no main palace in the harem. Your Majesty has vowed not to have a queen. If she marries into the Eastern Palace, it is reasonable and reasonable for her to want to take over the Sixth Palace as the Crown Princess. Then the entire harem will fall into her hands. Just wait and see. Let's see how she manages the harem, and how to draw her salary from the bottom of the pot." Xiao Changqing didn't feel that Shen Xihe's plan was whimsical.

This road seems to be tortuous and difficult, but once it is completed, the Northwest will have no worries, and the Shen family will truly survive.

In this way, no one can shake her rights, even if she wants to imitate the empress, it is not difficult.

This is much cleaner and neater than clinging to a man, even becoming a queen, and making false claims with her husband.

After hearing Xiao Changqing's words, Xiao Changying was stunned. He stared blankly at one place, and then smiled miserably for a long time: "It turns out...it turns out that I lost here."

"Brother, my brother advises you to let go, not because you are afraid that you will become enemies with Princess Zhaoning instead." Xiao Changqing sighed inaudibly, "But if Princess Zhaoning's thoughts are really as I expected. , she is a person who will not be moved by worldly feelings."

Xiao Changqing thought that meeting Gu Qingzhi was already a pity, but Shen Xihe was more terrifying than Gu Qingzhi, and dared to think and plan.

He rushed towards Gu Qingzhi like a moth to a flame, thinking that he could impress her, Shen Xihe was even worse than Gu Qingzhi, and it was even less likely that his younger brother could impress Shen Xihe.

The autumn wind was cool, and suddenly there was a muffled thunder in the sky, making Xiao Changying who had been silent for a long time ask: "Brother, do you have the heart to seize the throne?"

Xiao Changqing, who was about to lift Tao Xun to play, paused, and looked at Xiao Changying thoughtfully: "Do you want to help her?"

Xiao Changying was silent and did not deny it.

Xiao Changqing bowed his head in silence for a moment: "I used to have a heart, but now I only hate that supreme position."

As he said that, he looked at Xiao Changying again: "Don't think that you can help her because I don't want to be the emperor. His Royal Highness is really short-lived, and he is definitely not someone who is easy to take. I haven't seen him through yet , He may not be able to accommodate your thoughts.

Also, you have to be prepared... to have no regrets. "

It was because he didn't understand this point back then that he died, and he never made her feel half moved towards him.

The human heart is long, it will be painful and tired, it will be painful and fearful, where in this world is there any affection that gives without complaint or regret, and does not ask for the slightest return?

He didn't want his only younger brother to be like him, tired and hurt, his heart was broken and broken, but he couldn't feel any warmth, he became unrecognizable in the midst of self-loathing and torture, and finally hurt himself It also pushed her away, leaving a lifetime of regrets.

"It's fine if I'm tired..." Xiao Changying murmured in a low voice, raised his head and poured the wine from the jug into his mouth again.

Xiao Changqing paused, and put Tao Xun to his lips, a soft tune poured out, and the fallen leaves were blown up by the wind, drifting into the distance.

Xiao Huayong didn't know that someone was already looking forward to his early death, and then helped him take care of his wife and children. He finally sent Emperor Youning and the imperial physician order, and couldn't wait to ask Tianyuan: "Where is the gift you gave me? Hurry up I'll fetch it!"

When Fang came back that day, he recounted His Highness's personal request for the birthday gift to him with a hellish expression, and Tianyuan despised his younger brother with a short-sighted, unseen gaze, so he paid attention.

He had to look over and count the congratulatory gifts sent by all parties, and deliberately set aside those sent by the princess's mansion, and brought them to Xiao Huayong immediately.

The gift boxes are stacked from big to small, and the birthday gift of the East Palace must not be just one. Xiao Huayong scanned it again, and accurately pulled out the third last one, carried it to the bed to open it, and untied the tied red box. Silk, he took a deep breath.

Although he felt that Shen Xihe would most likely sew a pillow for him as he wished when he couldn't find a suitable special birthday gift, Xiao Huayong still felt that it might not be the case, but if it must be this The box, because the size is not far away.

Holding his breath, he opened the box carefully, and a medical pillow with black gold and silver threads with flowers and flat leaves came into view.

Xiao Huayong looked at it with joy, stretched out his hand and stroked it gently, the cold and soft touch made him smile uncontrollably, the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears, hugged the medicine pillow, and took a deep breath of the cool medicine fragrance.

Immediately throwing the pillows on the bed aside, carefully and gently put his own pillows, then lay down slowly, closed his eyes, his breath was filled with the fresh aroma of Pingzhong leaves and medicinal herbs, Xiao Huayong enjoyed it for a while, and then sat up again Holding it in his arms, he revealed a gentle and silly smile.

After laughing, he showed a worried look: "I've been sleeping for a long time, isn't it broken?"

Tian Yuan:  …

(End of this chapter)