I was reborn by the emperor

At the end of the year, Concubine Li Gui went back to her mother's house.

The general had just left camp and returned to court, and he was still resting and taking a bath. His own sister rarely returned home, so it was natural for him to entertain her.

During the dinner, Concubine Li Gui was unhappy, since His Highness the Sixth Highness has not returned this year, her heart was always empty.

The general made military exploits again this year, and the Xiongnu suffered a lot from drought and cold one after another. Next year, he will be safe for a year. He is refreshed and has been fighting outside for a long time. Naturally, he cherishes the moment when his wife and children are hot on the kang.

My younger sister is used to spoiling concubines and has a domineering temper. He is also very depressed sometimes. When it's New Year's Eve, he always has to explain the old sesame seeds and rotten millet among the women in the harem.

Gossip, go around, still queen.

I've been fighting for half my life, and it's not enough.

The general took a sip of his wine in a muffled voice, and let out a loud "tsk", "Don't talk about women's affairs, men are outside to defend their homes and the country, and you are behind blah blah."

He summoned his wife who was on the sidelines, trying to send him away, "Go get some fish soup for me, I'm hanging out with those idiot Huns, I need some fish soup to make up for it."

He raised his hand and sprinkled a handful of peanuts into his mouth, then turned his head and said to his sister, "You said that the crown prince has been deposed, and a bright future awaits Ji'er, please give me a laugh."

Concubine Li Gui was not happy, holding the wine glass in her hand, she couldn't help but sip it, "What does brother know, without that idiot bag, there are others waiting."

"A little bastard, you dare to rob me of Ji'er."

The general leaned back on his body. He was old in the past few years. He had suffered a lot of injuries during the march. The snow melted and the temperature dropped again. The cold wind squeezed in along the bone cracks. , It took me a while to think of who the little bastard my sister was talking about.

"After all, it's His Majesty's own. You have to be careful what you say." He thought of Lu Jieming who happened to meet on the way back to Beijing. At that time, he was leading a horse and followed his subordinates. He was covered in dirt, and the mud on his feet covered his trouser legs. , does not look like her mother and concubine, but she is still as bright and beautiful.

The general didn't recognize him at first, but General Fu whispered in his ear to remind him that the final battle with the Huns was thanks to his little support behind him.

He is very good at doing the facts, the general can't help but seriously examine, his nephew is the prince, of course he knows what kind of piss these princes are, the words are nice, and if they really do things, let's see who is unreliable.

But this Seventh Prince was unexpected, at least he was capable of doing things.

He has been in the top position for a long time, and it has become instinctive to cherish talents, but when it comes to conflicts of interests, talent has become a hindrance, and the future of the little nephew cannot tolerate this tiger, "The matter of his mother and concubine is his culprit, you start here That's it."

Concubine Li's red lips are delicate and beautiful, and the veil is pressed on it, the color is a little lighter, "It's useless, His Majesty has been avoiding the matter of his mother and concubine, and he mentioned it in Yikun Palace a few days ago. When she grows up, it's not suitable for a concubine to be a concubine."

Concubine Li Gui hated the two people most in her life, one was a queen who overwhelmed her in points, and the other was Concubine Rong who could monopolize the holy favor.

She gritted her teeth in hatred, thinking that this woman would have no tomorrow to talk to, but she didn't realize that, his son still made it through.

The general took the fish soup from his wife, and the aroma lingered in his nose. When he tasted it in his mouth, it was very fishy, ​​and he suddenly lost his appetite.

"There will always be a way, you always have to calm down, everything depends on your brother."

"Your Highness the Seventh Prince is young, and accidents are prone to happen at a young age. Are you still afraid that something will happen to him?" He raised his hand to rub his younger sister's hair, but the gold hairpin on the younger sister's head was shaking. Youyou sighed. When I was young, my fingers could go from the end of the hair to the tip of the hair...

He was born as a general, and what he disdains the most is to do these villainous actions, but he is only this one younger sister, and it is this younger sister that his parents are most worried about before they die, so he can't ignore it.

The general couldn't eat anymore, so he hastily ended the family banquet, and went to the backyard with his concubine's newborn son in his arms. The younger son was very smart, with dangling shofar braids, hugging his father's neck and acting like a spoiled child.

The concubine's children know how to please people since they were young, and they have a hard time living under the oppression of the main house.

The general looked at his youngest son's clean eyes, raised his hand and scratched his nose, "Your mother's background is not good, so you have no future, so what if your father loves you?"

"You have to be reborn into a good belly." He meant something, his eyes flicked over the unmelted snow under the flower bed, "You must let Your Majesty see Concubine Rong again."

The benevolence of a woman is always the best to use.

……

On the day of New Year's Eve, Master Dou happened to be on duty in the palace, so he handed Xu Lianlang a note with all his heart and soul.

Ask her to get together with Xiaohu in Meiyuan.

When Xu Lianlang saw the note, Si'er was beside him.

The stove was sizzling, and she opened her hands to warm the fire, her palms were warm, and the ink on the note made her hesitate.

Si'er is making tea again, the taste of the tea is getting weaker and the smell of medicine is getting stronger, she pushes away the cup that Si'er handed over, "Tell me honestly, what kind of tea is this?"

This tea is very strange. When you smell it carefully, the tea taste is very weak, but when it is brewed, the taste is very strong.

Now the taste of tea is getting weaker and weaker. From a certain day, the taste left on the tip of the tongue is the sourness and bitterness of medicine.

With bright eyes, she folded the note again and put it by her feet, she didn't seem to care much about it.

Si'er felt weak in his heart and sweated on his forehead, "What's the matter, it's nothing?" He took three sips in order to prove that there was nothing bad in the tea, and it burned him.

Xu Lianlang was depressed, and she was too lazy to care about it, and she no longer wanted to drink the tea.She threw the note into the fire, which blazed hot and turned to ashes in an instant, disappearing in the ashes of the furnace.

Si'er asked cautiously: "Is the girl going to the appointment?"

"Master Dou seems to like you a little bit." Si'er simply made it clear that Miss Xu didn't give Dou Xi back the longevity noodles on His Highness's birthday, and the girl didn't say anything afterwards, only that the noodles were not enough to eat .

Mr. Dou obviously has a wicked heart, so he came to Qiandong Wusuo several times by virtue of the small path.

Once you come and go, you are familiar with it, and suddenly you become a regular customer.

Xu Lianlang was not surprised by Si'er's provocation, she blinked and asked him, "What do you think of Master Dou?"

How to compare with His Highness!

Although he thought so in his heart, Si'er couldn't say it, and said with a wrinkled face: "Master Dou is very famous in the circle of noble girls in the capital."

"That's true," she said, "but I'm not going to dinner today."

Dou Xihui is a beloved man, he is the dream lover of so many women, Xu Lianlang is not the ascetic saint, who can not love a good-looking face, Xu Lianlang naturally praises Dou Xihui from head to toe.

Conversation, manners, and demeanor are all good, and more importantly, I like myself a little bit.

Of course she does not deny her heartbeat, but this kind of heartbeat is always missing something.

Too standard, no passion at all.

She felt that love should not be like this.

She didn't know how to explain her state of mind, she could only attribute it to the fact that the other party's status was too high, and she didn't want to marry and become a concubine.

She can recognize her own identity very well. If she can be the mistress of Zhen Guogong's mansion with her commoner status, even if Dou Xihui dares to give it to her, she would not dare to take it.

But these are not the reasons for her not going to the banquet tonight. The small lake in Meiyuan is famous for its beauty. The glaciers on the surface of the lake have just cracked, and the plum blossom petals have fallen into it. The broken beauty and broken embellishments are the only beauty in the palace. .

Such a beautiful scene is very seasonal, in a few days the concubines of the palace will hold a small banquet there, and now no one else is allowed to enter, Dou Xihui doesn't know how to get a glimpse of the scene before all the empresses.

The opportunity is rare and must not be missed.

But Xu Lianlang has someone to wait for today.

"You said, it's New Year's Eve, will Jieming come back?"

New Year's Eve is unusual, maybe her little highness who has been away from home for a long time will come back.

She wanted to see him, wanted to see him for the first time.

Lu Jieming has been away for so long, and he hasn't written a single letter to her.

She could sense the changes in his mood, but she didn't know why he was angry.

If you didn't come back for your birthday, you can't come back on New Year's Eve.

She found a small blanket to wrap around her body, put her arms on the edge of the bed, and looked sideways at the fireworks going off outside the window.

One after another, it exploded in her ears.

She thought, it's all such a rumbling sound, will the child who is afraid of thunder be afraid of the sound of fireworks exploding in the sky?

The silver charcoal in the stove was less, and the heat source gradually weakened. Xu Lianlang was sleepy. She thought about filling in some charcoal fire, but her eyelids were closed and she couldn't keep them open.

In a very shallow dream, I dreamed that Lu Jieming came back on a white horse, and he smiled at her, just smiled, and asked him why he was smiling, but he didn't say anything.

She was very curious, why did she ride a white horse? The white coat was so hard to wash.

She tried her best to express her opinion, tried her best to open her eyes, but in the end she didn't know whether they were opened or not, and there was only a blurred shadow in her vision.

It should be a man, tall and tall, dressed in black clothes, his wrists are neatly tied up, and his high ponytail is neat and neat. He is squatting on the carpet, adding carbon to the stove.

Xu Lianlang couldn't tell whether she was dreaming or really awake, but in this half-dream and half-awake, she felt her body lighten up, and she was safely placed on the bed.

This is the bed in the main hall, she even struggled a few times, feeling that she couldn't lie down.

But the strength of the hands that covered her with the quilt was too great, easily disintegrating her movements.

Xu Lianlang finally fell asleep.

Si'er followed behind the visitor, he didn't dare to breathe, saw him remove the lid of the teapot, check the ingredients inside, and heard him ask, "How are you doing recently?"

Like a cat that has been bitten on the back of its neck, the hairs all over his body are about to stand up.

"Your Highness, it's not very good, Miss Xu and Master Dou..."

Xu Lianlang slept well that night. When he woke up, he stretched. When his fingers touched someone, most of them were scared away from sleepiness, and he sat up suddenly.

She bit her tongue with her teeth to suppress the incoherent words that surprised her.

It was Lu Jieming who spoke first, "Happy New Year, sister."

He sat quietly by the bed, the black robe tightly wrapped around his body, his body that was too slender because of the drawstrings had changed, and now had the width and lines of a man.

The facial features and face shape have finally been adjusted to the best proportions. It's been a long time since I saw him. The changes in the boy are really amazing.

He is very indifferent, with shallow eyes and cold words.

Xu Lianlang's joy seemed to be poured with cold water.

She climbed off the bed on all fours.

Lu Jieming just looked at her.

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