The uninhibited concubine who loves his wife

Chapter 8 Stealing the Bai Family's Genealogy
"What the hell is Yu'er doing? Leaving the huge Chengwang Mansion alone, he doesn't know where he goes, and he doesn't even show his face when he comes back. Does he treat me as his mother? Does he treat this Chengwang Mansion as his mother?" Think of it as his home?" Qiu was furious, pointing at Yin Du and scolding.At the end, she flicked her sleeves, and before leaving angrily, she still ordered sharply, "When the prince comes back, send someone over to inform me immediately!"

Imperial Palace Study Room

After the morning court, Yan Moyu turned back and went to the imperial study, where he and the emperor discussed matters for nearly an hour.

In the imperial study room, Xia Gao, the majestic emperor of Shu Xia, never relaxed his frown since he saw Yan Moyu.

In his country of Shuxia, there are people smuggling weapons. This matter is related to the safety of the country, how can he treat it carelessly?
Opposite him, a young and handsome man cupped his hands and said: "I have followed the emperor's secret order to spy on Maoshan Village. Although I have identified the place where the weapons were smelted, but let the people behind the scenes escape. I have failed the emperor's trust. I ask the emperor to forgive me. "

The emperor Xia Gao shook his head, frowned and sighed softly: "You have already made a great contribution by going deep into the tiger's lair, and I am very pleased to be able to come back safely. It's only because the people behind the scenes are cunning and failed to leave any clues..." Looking at the opposite side The young man looked tired, and he suddenly asked with concern, "What danger did you encounter when you went deep into Maoshan Village? Otherwise, why is your complexion so bad? Immediately, the imperial doctor Xuan came to take a look for you..."

"Your Majesty—" Yan Moyu cupped his hands to interrupt him, and replied in a low voice, "I have suffered some injuries, but there is no serious problem, so I don't need to bother the imperial doctor. I have thanked the Emperor for his kindness."

Hearing this, Xia Gao suddenly stood up from the dragon chair, quickly walked in front of him, raised his arm, and asked coldly: "It was the people from Maoshan Village who hurt you? Why did you come back?" Don't tell me? Tell Xuan quickly, how is the injury? Where is the injury?"

Yan Moyu frowned imperceptibly, his eyes complicated and helpless.This is not the first time that this happened, outsiders all said that the emperor dotes on him, but in fact, only he himself understands that the emperor does not count him as doting on him, but doting on him.He himself couldn't figure out what the emperor was thinking. Doting so much on a foreign minister meant he wanted to make him a target of public criticism and make all the princes hate him?

But relying on his own intuition and observation, he found that it was not what he guessed at all.The emperor is really kind to him, and his words and deeds always give him an illusion...

"Your Majesty, when I was injured, thanks to a woman who rescued me, the envoy was not only out of danger, but also gave me the opportunity to find out where the weapon was smelted."

"There is such a woman, I should thank her more. Are you sure the injury is not serious?" As for the woman Yan Moyu intentionally mentioned, Xia Gao briefly mentioned it, and then he still focused on Yan Moyu's injury, It seems that he needs to give a clear answer before he can rest assured.The majestic eyes kept looking at Yan Moyu with a trace of worry that could not be concealed, obviously looking for his injury.

Seeing this, Yan Moyu sighed secretly, nodded and replied in a deep voice: "Yes, there is no serious problem."

Hearing this, Xia Gao breathed a sigh of relief, as if he realized that he had overreacted, he turned around and sat back on the dragon chair, his expression restrained, the tension that was revealed just now suddenly disappeared, some of it just belonged to the emperor Only the prestige.

"Your mother went to the palace to meet the queen yesterday, and wanted Xuan to be the master to grant you a marriage. I wonder what you think?"

Yan Moyu's eyes were faintly gloomy, and he lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice: "The emperor is bothering. My mother has always been like this, and the emperor does not need to take her words to heart."

Xia Gao raised his eyebrows, and asked tentatively: "Do you have a woman you like?"

Qingyou's eyes flickered slightly, Yan Moyu didn't hide it, and nodded directly in response: "Back to the emperor, I really have a favorite woman."

Hearing this, Xia Gao's eyes brightened: "Who is it?"

"It is the woman who saved the minister in Maoshan Village."

Suddenly, Xia Gao's expression became very displeased: "How can it be done? You are a hereditary prince. Although you have a foreign surname, you have never been regarded as an outsider. With your status, how can you marry a woman from a mountain village? wife?"

Yan Moyu's handsome face sank, and his expression was more serious and cold than usual.She cupped her hands and said: "Since that's the case, then I won't bother the emperor. I will try my best to persuade my mother. Anyway, there are already several concubines in the minister's mansion. The position of the concubine is not in a hurry. I will definitely keep my eyes open." Choose carefully." Before Xia Gao could say anything, he paused, and then said, "If the emperor has nothing to do, then I will go back first. Rong Chen will leave!"

After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands and bowed, and Yan Moyu walked out of the imperial study room without looking back.

"..." Xia Gao felt a little uncomfortable, his eyes stared at the direction where the figure disappeared.After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

This child has exactly the same temperament as her back then, she seems easy to talk, but in fact she is very stubborn.

I really shouldn't have objected so forcefully just now. Judging by the child's attitude, it seemed that the village girl would not marry.If so, what should be done?

Do the math, he is 26 years old, the prince is 27, but the princess and concubine have been married for seven or eight years...

Returning from the palace to Prince Cheng's Mansion, Yan Moyu was rushed to the Qiu family's courtyard - Liyuan as if grandma Yin Duqiu coaxed her grandfather.

Every time he came to the pear courtyard and looked at the pear trees all over the courtyard, he felt extremely uncomfortable. Even he himself couldn't figure out why he hated these pear trees so much.

But he had to come here again.After all, no matter how unhappy he was, this was also where his mother lived.

A servant girl went to inform Qiu Shi first, saying that the prince is coming.Qiu's heart, which had been restless for nearly a month, felt a little more at ease, and hurriedly brought the guests who were invited to the mansion today to the front hall.

"Son pays respects to mother." Standing in front of Qiu Shi, Yan Moyu bowed calmly.

Such indifference and estrangement, Qiu Shi seemed to be used to it, so he turned a blind eye, stood up from the high position, walked to the guest seat, and led a graceful and beautiful woman to Yan Moyu. With a kind smile on her face, she said in a warm voice: "Yu'er, this is the eldest lady of the Bai family, named Xinbi, today is a guest specially invited by my mother."

"Little girl Bai Xinbi pays homage to Prince Cheng." The woman lowered her head, shyly, and bowed down to Yan Moyu very dignifiedly.

Yan Moyu frowned, how could he not understand what his mother did.Seeing the woman taking the initiative, he was rather displeased, half-closed his eyes and was about to say goodbye to his mother, suddenly, he stared coldly at the shy woman in front of him, his half-closed eyes suddenly enlarged, and his tall and long body suddenly Stiff, staring at the woman for a moment, unexpectedly ordered: "Raise your head!"

Such a cold voice made the woman stunned for a moment, but then she raised her head, and her charming water eyes met the man's scrutinizing gaze.

(End of this chapter)