The concubine is so charming

Chapter 11 Planting a Seed Today

After making people warm up some snacks, Mu Cixiu ate a few pieces with hot tea.

Su Yao hugged the charcoal basin, wishing he could put his whole body on it, his staring eyes were particularly pitiful.

"I really don't know what to say about you. Just send the snacks tomorrow. Why bother to freeze yourself like this?"

Even though he knew that the girl in front of him was not his own sister, but facing a wholehearted person, no matter how cold-hearted he was, he couldn't help but soften a bit. Mu Cixiu thought he couldn't remain indifferent.

Hearing this, the smile on Su Yao's face faded a little bit, and those bright eyes also faded: "Brother, I'm going to the capital, I don't have much time..."

Mu Cixiu paused slightly with his fingers holding the teacup, and the tea swayed, causing slight ripples: "...Mother told you?"

"Well, for the sake of Prince Rong's Mansion, for my brother, let alone going to the capital, I dare to venture into the mountains of swords and seas of fire, so don't worry, brother."

Su Yao put his hands next to the charcoal basin, and gently curled up his fingertips while talking. His fingers were slender and fair, with slightly reddish fingertips. The broken nails hadn't fully grown yet, but it didn't affect their beauty at all.

Mu Cixiu lowered his eyelids to cover up the sudden ripples in his eyes: For the Rong Palace, for him...

But how would she know that she had no connection with Prince Rong's Mansion, and she shouldn't be involved in this torrent...

"Xiu Xiushao is outstanding, humble and unwilling to congregate. He has integrity and integrity, but he has no heart and emptiness." Su Yao turned his head, with a smile on his face, and tears in his eyes at some point, "This poem just fits my brother's name. You are a rare person in the world, and you should accomplish something great. As a younger sister, if I can do something for you, I will certainly die."

Mu Cixiu raised his head abruptly.

Su Yao suddenly turned his head away, took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped away the tears in his eyes, and directly changed the topic: "Brother, tell me about the things in the capital, I have no memory, yes I don’t know anything about the people and things in the capital, and I always feel that I have no idea.”

Mu Cixiu's throat twitched slightly, and her light-colored thin lips twitched slightly. He got up and walked aside, took his cloak, wrapped it around her body, and then sat beside her, suppressing the pain in his heart. Feeling uncomfortable, the voice whispered softly:

"After the new year, the emperor has been on the throne for [-] years. Over the years, his health has become worse and worse, and his temper has become more and more suspicious. The other princes were punished for committing taboos. You go Be more careful not to offend the emperor, and more importantly, you must never offend the person whom the emperor trusts completely."

Even his own son is suspicious, but there is someone who completely trusts?
Su Yao's eyes widened slightly, almost overflowing with doubt.

Mu Cixiu's expression became softer: "That person is the current prime minister—Chu Feiyan."

"Chu Feiyan?"

"That's right, he... has a peerless talent and unmatched sharpness. His poems when he was the number one scholar in high school were praised as shocking the wind when the pen fell into the wind, and the poems made the ghosts and gods cry. I don't know how many great scholars have thrown away their pens and books in shame, and no longer talk about it. poetry."

"When the pen falls, the wind and rain startle, and the poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods..." Su Yao murmured softly, a bright color flashed across his heart, "I really want to meet such a genius."

"You...after entering the capital, in addition to being careful of other people in the clan, you also have to be wary of the unpredictable methods in the palace. This Prime Minister Chu has a bad sense of the Rong Palace, so it's better not to see him."

Not feeling well?

Su Yao nodded obediently, but she was thinking in her heart that an enemy's enemy is a friend, and if that Chu Feiyan had an enmity with the Rong Palace, things would be easier to handle.

Mu Cixiu talked to Su Yao about the situation in the capital. He suddenly felt his shoulders sink while he was talking. When he turned his head to look, he found that Su Yao had fallen asleep leaning on his shoulder. She was sleeping calmly and slender. His eyelashes closed like a feather fan, covering those exquisite black eyes, but he could recall that when those eyes were smiling, it was like a grand scene full of starlight.

"Cultivate the stalks to stand out from the crowd, humble words and refuse to congregate. There is integrity and integrity, but no heart and emptiness..."

Mu Cixiu murmured this poem softly, and looked at Su Yao softly for a moment: If you are lucky enough to return safely from the capital, I will protect you and promise you a lifetime of wealth and no worries. You can replace Ninghua remuneration.

(End of this chapter)