The prince's gaze carried an invisible pressure, so deep that one could not tell whether he was happy or angry.

However, this kind of calm and self-promoting momentum was still far behind Dongming Ziyu. Rongchuan, who was used to Dongming Ziyu's momentum, did not feel that the prince was in awe.

Rong Chuan looked as usual and answered truthfully: "The concubine suddenly rewarded Lady Dong and announced her entry into the palace. She has lost her memory and cannot remember the rules and etiquette. I was worried, so I went to have a look and have lunch by the way."

A hint of ridicule flashed across the prince's cold brows, and he didn't know who it was because of, "You are the emperor's grandson, the second son of the East Palace. You must understand that you are a noble royal family, and all the people in the world support the royal family.

Of course, you should be grateful to the people for saving you, but you should be rewarded and repaid. There is no need to be grateful all your life."

Rong Chuan said: "Yes, my son didn't want to trouble his mother and concubine to give her a reward. Who would have thought that after hearing a few words from Princess Shun, she treated her so kindly, which actually made my son frightened and flattered."

The prince showed a half-smiling expression and looked at his handsome and respectful face. It was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger in his deep eyes. After a long time, Fang said: "Just be clear in your heart and don't delay your homework. Your imperial grandfather will give you a lesson."

, if my performance is too poor, he will reprimand me for not being able to teach my children well!"

Rong Chuan said: "Yes."

Fourth Uncle Xin Daodong knew more than the Taifu, but the Taifu was still taboo about this and that, and couldn't explain many things.

The prince said: "Okay, study is the most important thing, don't be naughty all the time, go ahead."

There was actually a bit of a doting smile in his words, a touch of fatherly kindness.

Rong Chuan glanced at the prince with some surprise. He didn't think that the prince still had the kindness of his father. Youdao said that if you have a stepmother, you have a stepfather. He had forgotten that he had a father for a long time. Maybe it was his illusion just now.

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However, he still showed a look of pure admiration and took out a book from his arms, "This is the son who found the only copy of the military book of the previous dynasty and bought it to honor his father."

The prince raised his eyebrows in surprise, then smiled, took the military book, flipped through it, and patted his still fragile and immature shoulder happily, "A son must be so filial to his father!"

As he said that, he took out a stack of banknotes from the desk drawer and stuffed them into him, "If you have any good ones, buy them for me."

Rong Chuan smiled and put away the banknotes, sighing secretly with a sigh in his heart. How could he stand up in the East Palace? In short, he was not a father, a father, and a son.

The prince looked at his neat figure walking away from the half-open window, showing a faint smile of relief.

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Shunzi was in charge of the Ministry of Justice. He was a prince, so he didn't have anything specific to do. However, he still stayed at the Office of the Ministry of Justice until very late before going back.

He first went to the main courtyard to see Xiaobao. Xiaobao slept in a partition of Lin Jiahui's room and was taken care of by the nanny and maids.

Xiaobao didn't sleep well. He pushed off the quilt with his feet and slept with his hands and feet spread out. He was smelling like milk, and he clicked his lips twice. He must have had some sweet dreams.

His eyes are full of tenderness and love. Xiaobao looks like he is four years old, he can eat and sleep, he is pretty, he is sensible and smart.

He is a concubine, and his mother is a favorite concubine. He has been favored by his father since he was a child. He does not like his status as a concubine. It is this status that makes him miss the throne. In this case, he would rather not get the favor from his father.

. He is now a father and has several bastard sons, but he still wants to value his legitimate sons.

King Shun tucked Xiaobao into bed, then quietly left the room and went to Lin Jiahui's room.

Lin Jiahui had just finished taking a shower, her hair was still wet with moisture, and she looked very charming in a red middle coat. She curtsied gracefully and said softly: "Welcome to you, Your Majesty."

Her voice was light and her eyes were so soft that they could drip water, giving the night a somewhat ambiguous flavor.

The flame of the candle danced and burned wildly. King Shun's eyes seemed to be ignited by the candle flame, gradually forming two clusters of anger that could burst out at any time.

Lin Jiahui was still crouching shyly. She couldn't hear his voice for a long time, her face turned pale, she raised her eyes and asked timidly: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

Prince Shun suppressed his anger in the depths of his pupils, and replaced it with a deep sneer, "You want to borrow the Crown Princess's sword to deal with Li'er? You have always been so stupid, you have never been smart!"

"Your Majesty! What are you talking about? I don't understand!" Lin Jiahui felt aggrieved and resentful, with tears in her eyes but a bitter smile on her lips.

Prince Shun smiled sarcastically and said softly: "Don't be stupid again, understand? It's not your responsibility to plot against Li'er. Don't force me to change to a smarter concubine."

The smile on Lin Jiahui's lips froze, and her eyes dimmed, with a lot of grievances lingering on her brows. Only she knew that their love as husband and wife over the years was just a show. Only she was addicted to the show and couldn't extricate herself.

Prince Shun gently held her hand, helped her up, patted her comfortingly, and said with a faint smile, "Have a good rest, I will go to see Concubine Ji."

"Farewell to the prince!" Lin Jiahui lowered her eyes and smiled, as if she was in a drama again. She regained her dignity and calmness, and said softly: "The night is cold and the dew is heavy, so let someone add a cloak to the prince."

"It's okay." King Shun left two faint words and turned around to leave.

"Your Majesty!" Her affectionate call failed to stop him in his tracks. His robe flashed at the door, and his tall and majestic back gradually faded away in the cold night.

Lin Jiahui's usually gentle and elegant face flashed with a hint of ferocity, as if there was a fierce ghost hidden under this delicate and watery skin that could break out of human skin at any time.

Shangguan Ruoli! Why didn't you die? Why did you come back! Why didn't you die!

"Sneeze!" Shangguan Ruoli sneezed and rubbed his nose, "Who is plotting against me?"

Dongming Ziyu put down the book in his hand and held her in his arms, "Lin Jiahui or the Crown Princess, she is the only one in the capital who has a motive."

Shangguan Ruoli snorted coldly and said: "There is also that old witch, Mrs. Xunyanghou. She wants me to commit suicide because of her reputation as the Marquis of Xunyang."

Dongming Ziyu said quietly: "I wonder if such a thing happens to her, will she commit suicide?"

Shangguan Ruoli smiled and said, "With her wrinkled and acerbic look on her face, could someone kidnap her and sell her back as a sacrifice to the ancestors?"

Dongming Ziyu also laughed, pressed her on the bed, and said hoarsely: "Go to sleep and let my husband relieve the depression in your chest!"

With a flick of his finger, he extinguished the candle. In the darkness, there was the sound of rough breathing, kissing and rustling undressing, and then, the sound of the wooden bed shaking.

The days that followed were peaceful. Although there were malicious rumors among the upper echelons that Shangguan Ruoli had been abducted and sold, and his reputation was damaged, but Shangguan Ruoli was just a lady in charge now and could not listen to them.

Dongming Ziyu also hasn't done anything. She thought that this matter was over and she was living a leisurely life.

It’s Laba Festival in a blink of an eye. On this day, Laba porridge is eaten, and acquaintances give Laba porridge to each other. Rich households will also give porridge, and temples will also give porridge.

On this day, many people will go to the temple to get Laba porridge, not just for this purpose. Today’s porridge will carry the merits and blessings of the Buddha.

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