The eldest princess pampered the beautiful, strong and miserable proton queen

"Shut up," Marquis Cheng An looked around, his expression sour, "Let's talk about it later. This is the palace, and there are eyeliners all over. Do you want these words to reach His Majesty's ears?"

Jiang Jingzhang was suffocated for breath. Although he was emotional just now, he lowered his voice. In addition, the surrounding area is empty, so he can't hide people, but fortunately, he won't let people listen to him.

"I know that you are unwilling and don't want to continue to endure, and you don't want to continue to be suppressed by Jiang Fuguang, and you want to make a difference in the court." Marquis Chengan sighed, "But now, Jiang Fuguang has returned to Beijing after the disaster, with a great reputation and the limelight. You should avoid his edge and keep a low profile."

Jiang Jingzhang clenched his fists.

"The reason why I don't let you participate in factional disputes is because nine of the eleven sons of the late emperor died in the struggle for succession. Your Majesty hates this the most. Once His Majesty knows that you are involved in party disputes, you will lose the inherent advantage of being a descendant. Many ministers who originally supported you will no longer blatantly support you. It is worthwhile for you."

"No matter how the Marquis of Cheng'an fights with the Taiwei's house, whether it wins or loses, as long as you and the empress do not make mistakes, it will not affect you, and you will stay out of it forever. As long as you and the empress do not fall, the Marquis of Cheng'an will make a comeback sooner or later. You must not lose the big because of small things."

"It is true that the second prince married a daughter of the Meng family, but do you see that his situation has changed?"

Hearing this, Jiang Jingzhang gradually calmed down: "No."

"That's it," Cheng Anhou nodded. Jingzhang had endured it for many years, and it was also the recent establishment of a reserve. He was affected by it several times, and he became a little impatient.

Jiang Jingzhang lowered his head slowly, as if he had listened to the words, but the unwillingness in his heart still lingered.

……

After exchanging pleasantries with the courtiers, Jiang Fuguang planned to go to Ganlu Palace to see his mother and concubine. When he reached a wall between Taiji Palace and Harem, he saw his mother and concubine standing under a osmanthus tree waiting eagerly.

"Ah Yan." Concubine Mu Gui stepped forward quickly, grabbed her hand, her eyes turned red immediately, "I lost a lot of weight, I've been living in the palace for a few days, my concubine will make up for you."

"Aniang," Jiang Fuguang threw himself into the arms of his concubine mother, "I miss you so much."

Tears welled up in Concubine Mu Gui's eyes, and her voice became hoarse: "Mother misses you too, I thought I would never..." I won't see you again.

Fortunately, God was merciful and did not let her experience the pain of losing a daughter again after experiencing the pain of losing a son.

On the night when Fuguang was critically ill, perhaps because of the connection between mother and daughter, in her sleep, she dreamed that Ah Yan was dressed in white and said goodbye to her with a smile.

"Aniang, Ah Yan is leaving, Aniang needs to take care..."

As if struck by lightning, she stood there blankly, forgetting to react for a long time, until Ah Yan's body kept retreating, she realized what was going on, and chased after him crying.

"Ayan, don't go, come quickly to Aniang's side."

"Come here, don't go anywhere."

"Auntie is here, come quickly."

"Ayan, don't go."

"Ayan..."

With a shrill voice, she chased like crazy, but no matter how hard she chased, she still couldn't catch up with Ah Yan. Seeing Ah Yan getting farther and farther away from her, she fell helplessly to the ground and kept calling Ah Yan's name.

Concubine Mu Gui felt a sudden pain in her heart, and woke up from the dream profusely with sweat. She slumped on the couch in fright, her mouth and nose gasped in fright, tears were already streaming down her face.

"Ayan," she stumbled out of the room, aimlessly looking for her little Ayan in the courtyards of Ganlu Palace, "Ayan, come quickly to Aniang..."

The palace people in Ganlu Palace were all frightened.

They all thought that the imperial concubine was crazy.

His Majesty, who was reviewing the memorial in the study, rushed over upon hearing the news and embraced her cold body in his arms.

She broke down completely and cried, "Give me back my Ayan, give me back, I only have Ayan, Ayan, don't go, Aniang only has you, come quickly to Aniang, Ayan, come back..."

She passed out because of excessive grief.

……

Concubine Mu Gui hugged her daughter tightly, feeling in a trance, and only then did she have a sense of reality: "Don't scare the concubine mother from now on."

Jiang Fuguang nodded in Aniang's arms.

Concubine Mu Gui wiped away her tears with a smile, took her daughter's hand, and returned to Ganlu Palace. A brazier was placed at the gate of the palace. Jiang Fuguang's eyes were slightly hot, and he lifted his skirt and stepped over the brazier.

"Auntie ordered someone to prepare pomelo peel water, so you have to get rid of the bad luck."

Jiang Fuguang washed his "bad luck" and came out, and saw Concubine Mu Gui standing outside the door with a smile, beckoning to her: "Come on, Concubine Mu will comb your hair."

Jiang Fuguang felt sore, and sat in front of the bronze mirror, the white copper mirror shone on him, A Niang, just like she did when she was a child, took a wooden comb and combed her a high bun, decorated the bun with exquisite pearl flowers, and inserted a phoenix with pearls in it.

"My Ah Yan, it's so pretty." Concubine Mu Gui smiled with relief in her eyes.

Jiang Fuguang frowned: "I and A Niang look alike, and A Niang is also pretty."

Concubine Mu Gui patted her head.

There are several sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted in Ganlu Palace. When the sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms in golden autumn, the leaves are densely layered with green and the flowers are yellowish.

Jiang Fuguang carried a basket and took two court ladies to pick sweet-scented osmanthus.

After a while, a panicked cry was heard: "Ayan, Ayan..."

It was A Niang's voice, Jiang Fuguang was stunned for a moment, and saw A Niang running out anxiously, looking around in a daze, and calling her name in panic.

"A Niang, I'm here." Jiang Fuguang waved to A Niang with red eyes.

Concubine Mu quickly ran over, took her hand, and smiled pretending to be indifferent: "Aniang made your favorite red bean horseshoe cake, and I am worried that the horseshoe cake will not taste good when it is cold."

Jiang Fuguang said happily: "It's been a long time since I ate the pastry made by Auntie."

Concubine Mu Gui smiled and asked, "Have you picked enough sweet-scented osmanthus?"

"No, Auntie likes sweet-scented osmanthus, and I plan to pick some more to spice it up and make sweet-scented osmanthus honey." Jiang Fuguang said with a smile, holding Concubine Mu's arm.

"I'll pick it for you." Concubine Mu Gui patted her head like she did when she was a child.

After that, Jiang Fuguang stayed by A Niang's side all the time, never leaving A Niang's sight, resting in the yard next to Ganlu Palace at night.

The night wind gently patted the lamp curtain under the corridor, making a patter sound. Jiang Fuguang was in a daze. Hearing a sound of small footsteps, she stretched her eyes and saw a hazy figure walking to the edge of the bed. She bent down to help her cover the thin quilt, and then sat by the bed.

"Mother." She opened her eyes.

Concubine Mu Gui said softly: "It's windy outside, you like kicking the quilt since you were young, I was worried that you would catch cold, so I came here to see if it woke you up?"