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Ambition
Meng Ruizhu followed his sister in step by step, seeing her bright yellow and luxurious court dress, seeing the hordes of servants around her, filled with envy and jealousy in her heart.
"I will participate in the palace election one day, try to stay in Chuxiu Palace, don't make friends easily, don't touch them at will, let alone eat the food they send, be careful. The palace sent Changgui to take care of it. Have you seen it?" Meng Sangyu held the listless Er Bao in his arms and asked in a voice.
Changgui is the successor of Changxi's father-in-law, the deputy general manager of Ouchi, who can be instructed to move him, which shows how powerful the Imperial Consort is. Meng Ruizhu nodded while thinking, and yearned for the flowers in the palace even more. If she could stay, she couldn't help thinking whether she would be able to reach such a high position one day.
"Why are you holding this beast and throw it away?" Emperor Zhou Wu came up with Changxi and saw the Er Bao in Sang Yu's arms, his face turned black. Taking advantage of it, he can ignore it. Taking advantage of Sang Yu, he has to unload this little beast.
Meng Sangyu chuckled, and hurriedly handed Er Bao to Yin Cui, and took the initiative to hold his arm and said softly, "The emperor, you see how pitiful Er Bao looks like you can find a wife for him."
Emperor Zhou Wu raised his eyebrows, "Maogoufang doesn't have a dog that can match it. Rather than let it suffer, it's better to completely eliminate the source of its pain."
Eunuch Er Bao Meng Sangyu's phoenix eyes widened, and he slapped his pink fist without even thinking about it. The man punched his arm and said softly, "No, never agree."
The deliberate indulgence in the past few months has been quite effective. Sang Yu unknowingly removed his thick defense, often made some cute little moves, and also forgot the modest expressions of his concubines, that natural and frank appearance is similar to A' Bao's memory fusion made Emperor Zhou Wu's heart hot. He wrapped Sang Yu’s small fist into his palm and said with a low smile, “It’s funny, I will write to Gaul tomorrow and ask them to send some more dogs. Er Bao will be able to marry a wife next year at the latest. Let it be forbearance."
"It's almost the same." Meng Sangyu opened her lips and smiled at the man. The man rubbed her cheek affectionately, his dark eyes gleaming slightly.
Meng Ruizhu was startled when she saw her aunt beat the emperor, and then saw the emperor's pampering attitude. Her heartbeat accelerated and she hung her head to conceal the twisted jealousy on her face. How longing is the love of the world supreme, she really wants to do what
Entering the main hall of Bixiao Palace, Meng Sangyu and Emperor Zhou Wu took the seat, Meng Ruizhu sat down on them, his formal expression faded, revealing a calm state, lined with a lake-blue plain skirt, it was as elegant as a magnolia flower.
Perceiving her transformation, Meng Sangyu glanced at her and raised her eyebrows with interest.
Emperor Zhou Wu looked like he hadn't seen it. He picked up the teacup and sipped, saw the light blue pattern on it, frowned, and said, "The original pastel teacup is a pair with the original, so how can I change it?" The words fell and he glanced Sang Yu's teacup, which is not a complete set in his hand, showed no concern.
A big man also likes pink Meng Sangyu's mouth twitched, put down the teacup and said, "The teacup was accidentally broken by the concubine, and the emperor will take it first."
Emperor Zhou Wu raised his eyebrows in a playful tone, "Is it broken or Er Bao broken it"
Meng Sangyu gritted his teeth and said firmly, "Back to the emperor, it was broken by the concubine."
Emperor Zhou Wu looked at her for a long while, then approached her ears and whispered, "That teacup is my beloved thing. Since it was broken by Sang Yu, you must accept my punishment." Yu and his own teacups threw away the out-of-set teacups, and told Changxi, "Go, get a new pair."
Hearing a pair of three characters deliberately aggravated, Changxi twitched his forehead and bowed to promise.
The new tea cups were quickly delivered, and they were indeed in pairs. Meng Sangyu squeezed his hand, glanced sideways at the man, and asked in a low voice, "How will the emperor punish his concubines"
Emperor Zhou Wu drank tea slowly, and saw Sang Yu's brows tucked lightly, her eyes flowed, her unspeakable charming movements, her lower abdomen became hot, and she approached her auricle, saying, "I knew it at night." Seeing Sang Yu's ear tips were rapidly congested and the temperature was high. He was hot, but he still had a noble and glamorous expression on his face, and he laughed uncontrollably. Little things are so funny
Seeing the man laughing louder and louder, Meng Sangyu couldn't help it. She glared at him with an annoyed look. He raised his pink fist and beat him. The man grabbed his wrist and pulled it into his arms. He lowered his head and bit her cheek.
The two were used to playing around and forgot that there was a side scene. Changxi was full of black lines and had to cough loudly.
Meng Sangyu immediately pushed the man away and sat down, with no shame on his face, and said quietly, "Let my sister laugh and drink tea. The refreshments in Bixiao Palace are good, so let's take some back later."
Meng Ruizhu readily agreed, picked up the teacup and sipped slowly, her low-hanging eyes gleaming. Unexpectedly, the high emperor had such a gentle and affectionate side, and the deep affection in her deep eyes made her intoxicated. If the one who was held in her arms was thinking about this, she could not contain a trace of ambition in her eyes. The pamper of the Supreme Emperor, who doesn’t want
Concentrated, she raised her head and asked cautiously, "Sister, I don't know what taboos are in the palace election."
"Make up as simple and elegant as possible. Don't wear too luxuriously. The more authentic the better. It doesn't matter if you are nervous and make a mistake. Keep the smile on your face without losing your demeanor." Meng Sangyu briefly mentioned. Although she will not leave a card for the concubine, but after the palace election, she will look at a suitable home for her and ask the emperor to give her a marriage. This is also the meaning of the parents. The memorial of the father's love has long been placed on the emperor's desk, but Aunt Wen and Meng Ruizhu still don't know.
Meng Ruizhu nodded, trying to control his sight and not look at the emperor. Emperor Zhou Wu leisurely played with the tea cup in his hand, smiling and listening.
Meng Sangyu recounted while recounting that it was mostly empirical talks. Meng Ruizhu secretly wrote down, and when her words were over, she pretended to be worried and said, "The palace selection still has to show her talents. My sister wants to play the piano, but she feels a little bit unsure. Sister, take a look." The light from the corner of her eye quietly leaned towards the handsome emperor.
Meng Sangyu glanced at her meaningfully and said to Mother Feng, who was frowning, "Mother, bring Ruizhu a piano." She would never refuse to entertain herself.
Meng Ruizhu secretly overjoyed, when the piano was put, she knelt down in the hall with great demeanor, raised her bare hands, and dialed out a string of beautiful notes, then slightly raised her eyes to look at the man in the seat.
Emperor Zhou Wu seemed to be staring at her, but his eyes were empty, trying his best to recall what talent Sang Yu performed during the palace election and how to wear it, but he was nervous and timid. She was only fourteen years old at the time, at the age of Meng Ruizhu. Without any help, she must be in a hurry, but she didn't even have the slightest impression.
Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at Sang Yu, and asked in a low voice, "Did Sang Yu Palace nervously show what talent was it?"
Meng Sangyu glanced at him with a deep gaze, and said indifferently, "The emperor has forgotten, and his concubines can't remember." How could she be nervous at that time? She knew that no matter how bad he was, this man would keep her. . What he saw was not hers, but Duke Meng's house behind her. In his eyes, she was just a pawn.
Feeling the condensed breath of Sang Yu's body, Emperor Zhou Wu's breath was slightly choked, and there was a burst of bitterness on the tip of his tongue, and he seemed to have said something wrong again. He put his arms around the thin shoulders of the girl and gently patted, he said softly, "The past has become the past. There is no need to remember, we still have a long time to go through together."
Yes, there is still a very long future, but it is not together, and Meng Sangyu can smile slightly without responding.
The smile was indifferent and misty, like a cloud of smoke, which was far and near, and could never be touched. Emperor Zhou Wu's eyes were dull, and his heart began to ache again. Sang Yu still didn't really accept himself. What should he do? For a moment, he felt discouraged, but he glanced at Sang Yu's belly and he was excited again. It’s okay, as long as you have children, are you afraid you can’t hold Sang Yu’s heart?
The two have their own minds, but their bodies are close together, as if they didn’t hear the melodious piano sound in the temple, poor Meng Ruizhu’s glaring eyes were thrown to the blind man, and the more irritable he became at the end of the song, he played several wrong notes in a row. . The last note disappeared into the hall, and she slowly closed her hand, bowed in greeting, her face pale.
Meng Sangyu applauded for face, Emperor Zhou Wu only frowned, saying that it was OK.
Meng Ruizhu's expression was even more ugly, and he hurriedly left after sitting for a while.
After all, she was her own sister, and she had to support the face of the Meng family outside before Meng Sangyu sent her straight to the gate of the palace before turning around. Meng Ruizhu suddenly pulled her sleeves and asked in a trembling voice, "Sister, I don't know if what I have said before counts."
"What?" Meng Sangyu raised an eyebrow.
"If Ruizhu is willing to drink the jewel soup, leave Ruizhu in the palace." Meng Ruizhu gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind. As long as you can stay with the emperor, it doesn’t matter if you can’t have children.
Meng Sangyu covered her mouth and smiled, with a slightly upward tone of wicked interest, "Silly boy, that's a joke, I don't do anything stupid about bringing wolves into the house and raising tigers. I'd better wait for the marriage, I will find it for you. A good home." When the words were over, she turned and left, leaving Meng Ruizhu as a fool to stand there.
Entering the hall, I saw the man leaning lazily by the window, holding a book in his hand, and the golden sunlight shed on his deep and three-dimensional features, handsome and beautiful like a god, and Meng Sangyu lit up an evil fire in his heart. In the past, he said, "The emperor is so lucky. I don't know how many girls are willing to live and die for the emperor."
Emperor Zhou Wu raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then threw away the book in his hand. He laughed and fished Sang Yu into his arms, kissed her cheek and neck carefully, and said with joy, "Sang Yu is so jealous. Sour taste" The heartache and loneliness just now were cured by Sang Yu's move, and his whole body was full of strength.
"Just jealous" Meng Sangyu poked the man's chest with his fingertips.
"Okay, I'm jealous and I want to die." Grabbing Sang Yu's naughty fingertips and kissing, his voice is deep and sexy, and his swearing seriousness made Meng Sangyu's ears congested and his heartbeat accelerated.
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