Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 483 Are you short-hearted? (2 more)
Taking charge on behalf of others only means taking charge temporarily, not standing behind.

When Concubine Qi received the emperor's oral order, she felt a little disappointed.

As an emperor's woman, there are probably few who don't want to be a queen, and she is no exception.

From a draft girl with no background to today's lofty concubine position, only she knows how much heartache she has experienced, and she will not and cannot be merciful to anyone.

If she wanted to protect her son and gain more for him, she had to try her best to climb up until she reached the top, where she would be the mother of the world.

When Empress Su was still alive, she had the support of the Su family, no matter how powerful she was, she couldn't do anything to her.

Now that the Duke's Mansion has been destroyed and Empress Su has died of illness, it is an excellent opportunity for her.

She must grasp it well, otherwise, once Concubine Duan makes a comeback, not only will she miss the successor position, Xi'er will also miss the crown prince.

As soon as Eunuch Cui, who passed on the emperor's oral instructions, left, Gu Yu murmured, "I heard that many ministers have urged your empress to be the successor these days. In the harem, your empress is currently the highest, and you have given birth to the royal family again." The eldest son, the eldest prince is known to be excellent, no matter how you look at it, you are worthy of being in the middle palace, and I don't know what the emperor thinks, but let the empress..."

"Shut up!" Concubine Qi stopped her next words, "Now I am in charge of the Sixth Palace on my behalf, and I don't know how many eyeliners are watching from outside. You should put aside your bad mouth, otherwise the previous words will be spread by those who care. If you go out, not only will you lose your head, but this palace and the First Prince will also be implicated, what crime should you deserve!"

When Gu Yu heard this, his expression changed, and he hurriedly knelt down on the ground, "I am sorry for your sin, your concubine, it's your servant who talks too much, and your servant should not talk about the emperor."

Concubine Qi didn't intend to really punish her, but she just took the opportunity to beat her as a warning because she was afraid that she would be careless and something would happen if she spoke freely.

Seeing that her attitude of admitting her mistake was quite correct, Concubine Qi raised her hand, "Get up."

After Gu Yu thanked her, she got up and stood aside, not daring to say more.

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Yutang Palace.

Song Yuanbao sat behind the desk, biting the barrel of the pen in his mouth, and glanced at Zhao Xi who was opposite him from time to time.

The young prince wore a moon-white brocade robe with dragon patterns, sitting upright, holding a wolf brush in his hand, writing slowly and gracefully, with slender knuckles, as white as a magnolia flower blooming just outside the window.

Song Yuanbao's butt twitched like a worm, and finally couldn't hold back, and called out, "Your Highness."

Zhao Xi ignored him.

Song Yuanbaoyou didn't give up, and called again, "Your Highness?"

Zhao Xi seemed to have never heard of it, and his eyes were focused on the book case.

After being ignored several times, Song Yuanbao was not discouraged, and continued to call out, "His Royal Highness Zhao, Zhao Xi? Do you have to call me brother before you will talk to me?"

Hearing this, Zhao Xi visibly shook his hand, raised his forehead slightly, and glanced over, "You don't work hard, but you want to punish me for copying?"

"Hey, let me tell you, can you stop being so rigid and punish me every now and then? We've been sitting for half an hour, and you don't say a word. Do you want to suffocate me?"

"What?" Zhao Xi asked.

Meeting his gaze, Song Yuanbao couldn't help lowering his voice a little, "You really want to hand in the mechanism that you have spent so many nights drawing so hard?"

Zhao Xi still maintained a deadpan expression, "Why didn't you hand it in?"

"You have researched the mechanism that Patriarch Liu has not researched. This is a great achievement. Are you going to hand it over so selflessly and without asking for anything in return?"

With Song Yuanbao's expression, he could only point at him loudly: Your father didn't even think about making you the prince, but you still keep moving forward, are you short-hearted?

Zhao Xi didn't respond, just lowered his head and continued writing.

"Hey, hey, hey... just take care of me."

Zhao Xi continued his previous state of deafness.

Song Yuanbao got up from his seat, walked up to him, and sat down on his desk with his clothes lifted.

Zhao Xi was forced to stop writing, and said calmly, "Get down."

"I won't go down unless you tell me what you think."

Zhao Xi glanced at him lightly.

"What's wrong with you saying a few more words?" Given his dull and rigid temperament, Song Yuanbao's molars were itchy, wishing he could find a pair of pliers to open his mouth.

"You shouldn't worry about it, don't worry about it." Zhao Xi put him down and ordered, "Go down."

Song Yuanbao snorted lightly, left the desk, and sat lazily on the ivory blanket next to Zhao Xi, "I don't want to care about it, but isn't that organ also half of the credit for me?"

"Regret?"

"Regret, I'm so regretful!" Song Yuanbao became angrier as he spoke, "I should have known earlier, I shouldn't have given you such a great opportunity to perform meritorious deeds, but you couldn't grasp it, and you were so angry I also."

Seeing that Zhao Xi wanted to keep his mouth shut and pretend to be dumb, Song Yuanbao hurriedly said: "You are going to be the prince in the future, so what are you doing so rigidly? If you draw it, you can draw it. No one knows about it except the two of us. I won't tell you, who is the emperor asking for? You just hide the painting and sacrifice it when you find an opportunity in the future, and it will definitely be in the East Palace."

Zhao Xi commented on his remarks, "full of nonsense."

"Why am I talking nonsense?" Song Yuanbao objected, "I'm serious, okay?"

Zhao Xi was unmoved, "You can become a prince with just one painting, so what is my hard work over the years?"

Song Yuanbao choked, and then muttered in a low voice, "I clearly mean to add a mechanism design to your excellent foundation, and wait for the right opportunity to sacrifice it. When the emperor is happy, maybe he will really canonize you as the prince? Are you sure? If you want to misinterpret me, it's all for your own good."

Nine years of hard work have failed to obtain the canonization of the imperial decree. How much effect can a small agency design play?At most, it can make the emperor happy for a while.

Zhao Xi didn't explain too much to him, and said in a calm tone, "Quiet."

Song Yuanbao got up from the ivory blanket, returned to his seat, and couldn't sit still after sitting for a while.

"Your Highness?"

Zhao Xi ignored it.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Zhao Xi, Zhao Xi, Zhao Xi..."

The moment the other party looked up, Song Yuanbao seized the opportunity and asked him, "When shall we go out to play?"

Zhao Xi's expression was serious, "During the national mourning period, entertainment is prohibited."

"I know." Song Yuanbao said, "That's why I asked you when, and I didn't say now."

Zhao Xi: "How old are you and still want to play all day long?"

Song Yuanbao retorted, "If I remember correctly, you're only fifteen years old this year, and you're actually acting like you're in your thirties and forties. You don't look like a teenager. It's really boring."

Zhao Xi glanced at him and shook his head.

Song Yuanbao began to bite the barrel of the pen again, holding his chin, his mouth was vague, "I don't know how my good baby is doing these days."

Zhao Xi didn't react, "Who?"

"Ye Ling!" Song Yuanbao raised an eyebrow at him, "If it wasn't for the national funeral restrictions, I would have gone out to see her a long time ago."

Hearing that address, Zhao Xi felt a chill down his back.

(End of this chapter)