My concubine is so good at curling

Chapter 146

Jiang Xian was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said:
"Dreams, how can you dream the same every time? If you can manipulate the dream, the concubine will have the dream of being promoted every day."

The reason why she didn't renew the emperor's dream the next day was because she was afraid that the emperor would become seriously ill and treat her and the baby as spirits who could confuse people's hearts.If she brought up the fact that the baby in the emperor's dream was real, the emperor would find it strange in retrospect, but if she didn't believe it and questioned him instead, it would arouse the emperor's self-certification instinct.

"That's because you haven't dreamed about the emperor's son. If you have dreamed it, you will know it's true. It's different from the dreams I've had in the past."

Sure enough, Xie Che started arguing, and because only he himself could see the dream, he felt that the arguments were pale. He pursed his lips and noticed another thing: "You dreamed of being promoted, why didn't you dream of me? Being favored by me is no better than being promoted ? The life of a concubine may not be as comfortable as you."

Xie Che is too aware of the role of the emperor's heart in the harem.

Where the emperor's gaze falls, it is bound to be rich and prosperous.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, but Jiang Xian's face that made everyone fearful and awed somehow made Jiang Xian laugh.Seeing her smile, he felt unhappy and soft-hearted at the same time. He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her lips.

It's a pity that the concubine in his arms lacks the sensitivity to wind, flowers, snow and moon. She only felt that he was like a big cat with fried hair, so she obediently raised her head and let him kiss her enough.

Jiang Xian learned her kissing skills from Daji, and Xie Che's heart tingled when hooked with the fox's tongue.

He looked down at her face, her eyes were closed, and her thick eyelashes brushed against his cheeks, which aroused a burst of itching, as if she had been kissed by a butterfly.

Xie Che pulled a little distance away and said, "I want to dream of me."

Jiang Xian frowned, he thought she was unwilling, and was even more aggrieved: "What's wrong with dreaming about me?"

"The emperor has an order, and my concubines dare not disobey, but," Jiang Xian sighed, "The concubines hardly dream, and I don't know what it feels like to dream. What the emperor said, I can only play the piano to the cow."

Juan Wang falls asleep every day, trying to replenish his energy in the shortest time.

She had only a few dreams, most of which revolved around the theme of her dream—returning to the college entrance examination without reviewing, university admission quota being replaced, wage arrears and illness, never dreaming of having children by herself, nor dreaming of Ruyi Langjun.

"...You have a big heart."

Xie Che didn't expect to get such an answer.

He hoped that she had him in her dreams, but she didn't expect that she didn't even have a dream: "Forget it, I won't see me when I sleep, but I will see him when I wake up. I really think that the child I saw in my dream is our prince. "

"Good good."

"Are you perfunctory?"

"The concubine dare not, so how about it, if the emperor still dreams about it tonight, the concubine will believe that the emperor's dream is really him."

Xie Che readily agreed.

The little milk dumpling in the dream is eager to hang on him, and if he likes him so much, he is definitely willing to enter his dream: "By the way, I have to give him a name, he is not happy to hear me call him the eldest prince, whoever wants to be the first Whoever is born at the first birth is the eldest prince of the father, and he doesn't want to be a baby who can be replaced—it will please himself, it's up to you."

According to the rules of the Yanchi Dynasty, after the prince was born, the Ministry of Rites drew up a list of names with good meaning and dignity, and finally handed them over to the emperor to make a decision. There were also princes and princesses who were not valued, whose names were directly Leave it to the Ministry of Etiquette to decide. Anyway, everyone calls him a certain prince, and his name can only be called by the emperor's mother and concubine.

In this case, the emperor personally named it to show his importance.

"Why is it like a concubine? Doesn't the emperor fight for it?"

"You don't know that, the late emperor took a fancy to me."

Xie Che snorted, not shying away from the fact that his throne was a leak.

"Didn't the emperor have any plans of his own back then?" Jiang Xian asked.

"My plan is not to fight or grab to be a wealthy prince, and I will seize the opportunity when it comes to me... In fact, the late emperor tried it several times, and there were also elder brothers who tempted me and wanted to see me make mistakes, but since I was young, I have no shortage of money and status There is no lack of appreciation, the bait is too shallow and it doesn’t work, but if the bait is too deep, he is not willing to give up, let me see it too clearly.”

So raising a child, regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, must be rich.

Look at the confidence piled up by the power of gold and silver.

The wicked rich second generation!
The road to fighting for the crown was not a pleasant one. As soon as Xie Che mentioned it, he thought of the two dead half-brothers, and the appearance of the late emperor before his death: "Isn't it just a name? Let me think of a few first, and Xian'er will pick and choose. "

Xie Yi, Xie Rui, Xie Zhao, Xie Yao... He said several times in a row, all of which sounded good, and finally added: "I have also thought about the word "virtue", but it is too general to praise a prince for his virtue, and it will be used as a title in the future Not too late."

Jiang Xian recited these names over and over in her mind, and stopped when she reached Xie De silently: "Everything else is fine, but I don't like the German word."

Homophonic deduction big points.

"If you don't like it, choose another one. Choose the one you like. After all, it's probably only me and you shouting."

The morals are all good, but Jiang Xian is a little bit in trouble.

The name thing is a bit weird. Some people in my hometown said that her father named her Jiang Xian at the beginning, but later added a female character as a radical.

Xie Che let her think about it slowly, he passed the meal first, asked Zhenqiu to make a pot of tea, and she was surprised when she tasted it: "This tea is not bad, it tastes like the Dragon Well tea I rewarded the imperial concubine with."

"The emperor is so sensitive, it is the noble concubine who rewards the courtiers and concubines."

Xie Che: ...

Well, the person turned his head and sent Gu Wanyi off.

This is not surprising to him, he understands the concubine's dog temper very well, she loves her life and hates her to death, she will give her some of what she likes, and the grass on her grave that she hates grows taller than a person up.

After the meal, the two of them took a walk to digest food. Jiang Xian thought about making arrangements, but Liang Yuyin brought eight new dishes: "What is the emperor doing? The concubine can't eat any more. The emperor will wake up tomorrow with supper. I'm afraid I'm going to accumulate food."

Xie Che said that this is not for people to eat.

Jiang Xian was just about to say that Bihua Palace didn't have any kittens or dogs, and then remembered that there were people living in the side hall: "The emperor doesn't like Chen Changzai, so don't bury her like this." If the palace people hear it, they will despise her Chen Chang is here.

"Xian'er missed her point, this is a tribute."

After Liang Yuyin put some fresh tribute fruits on, he lit a joss stick.

The emperor is very proficient in the superstitious process of praying to gods and worshiping Buddha, and begging Buddha to let him let the eldest prince sleep again tonight because of his hard work and dedication to the people.

This superstitious behavior stunned Jiang Xian.

After doing this, he dragged her to the couch to sleep.

Seeing him fall asleep successfully, Jiang Xian threw a skill at him.

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at the same time.

So hungry, so fragrant...

Chen Chang was sniffling, and quietly touched the main hall, but was caught by the night guard maid Zhenqiu.Zhen Qiu couldn't figure it out, if she came to climb the bed while the master couldn't attend the bed, she should dress up better!

"Miss Zhenqiu, don't you want to eat that table of good wine and food?" Chen Changzai asked in a low voice.

Zhenqiu: "...Chen Changzai, that is a tribute."

"There are so many Buddhas that I can't finish it."

Zhenqiu: "It doesn't matter if you can't finish it...Mianxia, ​​come here and go to the small kitchen to make a supper for Chen Changzai. Don't worry about the tribute, my master."

(End of this chapter)