Concubine with black belly in seeking love

Chapter 82
Prime Minister Li looked at Chang'an in puzzlement, "What do you mean by that?"

Chang An smiled calmly, "I have made my words very clear, Mr. Prime Minister can go back and ask your precious daughter."

Prime Minister Li frowned slightly and looked at Chang'an. He understood the profound meaning behind Chang'an's words, but...he still couldn't believe that Zhiyu would do such a thing. How can a woman in a deep boudoir have a way?
"Are you really going to destroy the Li family? What good will it do you? Don't you want to marry the prince? Now that you have destroyed the Li family, do you think the emperor and queen will let you marry the prince? Don't forget Now, you are bleeding from the Li family, no matter what you think, outsiders will associate you with the Li family, you and the Li family share honor and disgrace, do you understand?"

Since he talked with Mrs. Li last time, he has also seriously thought about it. If Chang'an is willing to return to Li's house, he will naturally be happy. There is nothing wrong with letting Chang'an marry the prince instead of Zhiyu. The attitude is really...

Chang'an smiled when he heard the words, "To share honor and disgrace with the Li family? Me? Don't forget that I had nothing to do with the Li family six years ago. Seriously, if it wasn't for my mother's insistence, the surname 'Li' would not be mine." I don't want it anymore."

"You...!" Prime Minister Li suddenly became angry, couldn't she talk to herself properly?
Chang'an looked at Prime Minister Li with an ugly face, and felt impatient, "Master Prime Minister, you have this time to ask questions, why don't you go back and think about the next countermeasures. If Mr. Prime Minister has nothing else to do, then please go back. "

This is to see off the guests. When Prime Minister Li saw this, he knew that he could no longer talk to Chang An. Anyway, every time he talked to Chang An, he would break up in an uproar, but before leaving, Prime Minister Li couldn't help but look at Chang An. Asked in a low voice: "Has your mother ever mentioned to you... your brother?"

Chang An lowered his eyes slightly, and was silent for a moment, then said in a cold tone, "What if you mentioned it? So what if you didn't mention it?" People are already dead, so what's the use of regretting and regretting now?If it wasn't for the fact that Li Wenhang was not his biological son, then he probably wouldn't have thought of his brother, would he?

When Prime Minister Li walked out of the gate of the palace, he happened to bump into King Rui who had just got off the carriage.

King Rui knew that he must have come to look for Chang'an, and now that he looks back like this, it must be that their conversation is not going well, but at this moment he is not in the mood to care about these things.Averting his gaze lightly, King Rui went straight into the mansion.

Seeing the figure of King Rui appearing, Chang An hastily went up to meet him, seemingly unintentionally asked: "Uncle Yan just came back from the palace?"

King Rui sighed lightly, and then responded: "Yes, something happened in Linzhou..."

Chang An was startled when he heard the words, "What happened?"

"Shuchen led a group of troops to sneak around behind the rebels to encircle and suppress them, but...there has been no news since he left with his people."

After hearing King Rui's words, Chang An couldn't help thinking of the dream he had, and felt even more uneasy. Could it be that this dream is really a bad omen?
After returning to her room, Chang An was still in a daze. Seeing this, Xuan'er poured a cup of warm tea and handed it to Chang An, and said softly, "Miss, don't worry, His Royal Highness is very skilled in martial arts, so nothing will happen."

The temperature of ironing in the palm of his hand brought Chang An back to his senses. He turned the teacup in his hand slightly, but his eyes fell on the exquisite snowflake hosta standing on the dressing table. Looking around the room, all the cups and plates here were It is arranged according to your own preferences, and you can see your intentions everywhere.Except for her mother, no one can think about herself so carefully. It would be a lie to say that she is not moved, but she does have too many worries in her heart, and she almost subconsciously refuses Feng Shuchen's approach. Maybe she is too timid Bar……

Seeing that Chang An seemed to be in a daze, Xuan'er couldn't help saying: "Miss, the tea will get cold if you don't drink it."

Lifting the jade-colored cup lid, the fresh tea fragrance overflowed from the cup. This is Lingyang's specialty Yuqing tea, her favorite tea.With a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, Chang An lowered his head and took a sip of the clear tea. The elegant tea fragrance immediately spread between his lips and teeth, and the warmth poured into his heart, lingering continuously...

Another six or seven days passed, and there was still no news of Feng Shuchen, Chang An's eyes became more worried, and he couldn't sleep well at night, but the same dream lingered endlessly.Chang An didn't know whether this recurring dream was a dream formed subconsciously because he was too worried, or... it was really an ominous omen.

Once again, Chang An woke up from the same dream, with cold sweat on his forehead, and the image of Feng Shuchen covered in blood in the dream just now appeared in his mind.Raising his hand to cover his heart, Chang An tried to calm his flustered heartbeat.

The room was brightly lit, but it was still pitch black outside. Chang An raised his head to look out the window, but couldn't tell what time it was.Slowly leaning against the head of the bed, Chang An closed his eyes and calmed down for a while. The room had just calmed down and was about to lie down again, but Xuaner's voice sounded outside the door, "Miss..."

Xuan'er pushed the door open and entered, and ran to Chang'an's bed in two or three steps, panting, "Miss..."

"What's wrong?" What happened in the middle of the night?

"It's the son... the son..."

Hearing the word 'Shizi', Chang An suddenly sat up straight, as if he didn't hear clearly, stared straight at Xuan'er who was standing there breathless.

"Something happened, it's too... so terrible, Miss, you didn't see..." Xuan'er panted heavily, and was about to continue talking, when Chang An had already lifted the quilt, got out of bed, lifted her skirt and ran away go out.

Xuan'er was also very surprised when she saw this, so she also ran out.

Passing through the corridor hung with glazed palace lanterns, Chang An ran all the way to the front hall, the dim and warm light gently sprinkled her body, and the night wind lifted the soft silk skirt, just like a butterfly flying in the courtyard.

Just now Chang An heard Xuan'er's words, and believed that Feng Shuchen was seriously injured, so he trotted all the way into the front hall, seeing Feng Shuchen standing there safe and sound, he stopped in his tracks for a moment.

Feng Shuchen and King Rui, who were talking in the hall, also turned their heads to look at Chang'an who came in from the side door when they heard this movement.At this time, Chang An was still holding the hem of his skirt in his hand, and just stood there blankly looking at Feng Shuchen, as if standing in the middle of thousands of miles of desolation, but he gave birth to a kind of loveliness that he never had before. daughter Jiaoyi.

Thin shoulders, thin bones, and clothes so weak that Feng Shuchen felt a pain in his heart, and walked over immediately, with a slightly reproachful tone, "It's so cold at night, why did you run out wearing only this?"

(End of this chapter)