In love with the enchanting senior brother: the lady strikes

There was a low sob outside the bed curtain: "I'm afraid..."

I hurriedly got out of bed and lit the lamp, "Yi'er?"

The little doll was dressed in a white robe, with long black hair falling down to her shoulders, like a delicate white plum in the winter snow.

"Sister." His tear-stained face slightly lifted.

Alas, I, Ye Rong, have always been kind and soft-hearted. Seeing his pitiful appearance, I scratched and scratched like a cat in my heart, and hurriedly hugged him on my lap.

"Is the emperor going to marry you?" Yi'er wiped away her tears, looking at me with watery eyes.

"Sister... my sister is going to get married in the future." I picked out the wick, and under the dim candlelight, the flying phoenix hairpin on the dressing table reflected the dazzling golden light, making my cheeks blush.

Yi'er followed my gaze, glanced at the dressing table, and said quietly: "My concubine said that wearing a Feifeng hairpin makes her different from ordinary women in the world. Only I know the pain caused by this hairpin..."

The eldest concubine, she... oh...

I smiled, and tapped the tip of his tender nose, "You little baby, you are not as tall as a garlic sprout, why are you pretending to be old?"

He suddenly lowered his head, Qi Qiran said: "During breakfast, I wanted to eat meat porridge, so I reasoned that the eight-treasure rice soup was too sweet, and my concubine took a sip..."

I was shocked, "Yi'er, you said your mother and concubine drank eight-treasure rice soup?"

Meier nodded blankly.

The sound of wind and rain is loud, like the weeping of ghosts without support, sad and desolate.

"Mother concubine... she is going to die, isn't she?" The wind and rain rumbled, tearing Yi'er's childish voice into fragments.

I hurriedly hugged his soft body tightly, "Don't be afraid, Yi'er, Uncle Huang and I will accompany you..."

"Dong dong dong", his little heart was beating powerfully, which gave me inexplicable peace of mind...

【Lady strikes】

"Miss, Mrs. Zhang, who is in charge of the kitchen, is going back and forth. Today's fresh meat hasn't been delivered yet. I don't know..." Chunxian stood aside muttering.

"Chunxian, since you can't make meat porridge, it's the same as cooking plain porridge." I waved my hand lazily and dismissed the little girl.

Before dawn, a group of imperial guards with white helmets and white armors surrounded Qin Wang's mansion like an iron bucket, not to mention the meat delivery, even a mosquito could not fly in even after peeling off three layers of skin.

After the rain, the sky is shining brightly, clear like a piece of jasper, and occasionally a wandering cloud is blown by, and a flock of wild geese flies over. Alas, this should be a leisurely and undisciplined day!

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching, I straightened my cloud-patterned white robe and sat upright.

"The first emperor passed away at midnight last night. My minister Zhao Yue, by the order of His Highness the King of Qin, came here to welcome the emperor's grandson back to the palace for the funeral." The ninth senior brother knelt on one knee, speaking in a calm and calm tone, as if he were a dignified minister.

"General Zhao died." The little baby, who was still crying last night, also assumed a dignified and awe-inspiring attitude of a royal family.

Alas, life is like a play!

"You wait outside the hall for a while." Brother Jiu gave an order, and immediately, the flower hall was quite refreshed.

The spring atmosphere outside the hall is like a colorful picture scroll drawn by meticulous brushwork. Yi'er's low voice is especially heart-wrenching in the warm spring day: "Sister, the emperor's grandfather is also dead, isn't it?"

The gentle wind blows up the pear blossoms, which are as white as a hanging white flag.

"Junior Junior Sister, Xiaobai knows that you can't settle down, so Tete asked you to enter the palace with Yi'er."

【Lady strikes】

On the high steps outside the mourning hall, his plain long clothes fluttered in the wind, like a white butterfly about to fly, "Rong'er, our marriage is going to be postponed."