"Isn't this just like lice on a bald man's head - it's as obvious as that?" Bi Qiao said with her eyes wide open.
Qin Lu was even more surprised: "If the Queen Mother knew it all along, why didn't she try to save the eldest prince?"
"The Queen Mother wants to save the eldest prince, but if she saves the eldest prince, she is destined to break up with His Majesty. Over the years, because of the matter of Prince Pingxi, His Majesty was not close to the Queen Mother, but they were able to maintain a loving mother and filial son relationship. If it really comes to that, His Majesty might target the Xu family in anger, but in the end it will still be a waste of time. It is better to give up the eldest prince. On the contrary, it can take the opportunity to bring His Majesty closer," Bi Qiao whispered, "Besides, the eldest prince has been married for many years. There are many women in the harem, but he doesn't even have a child, which shows that he is disabled. The Xu family naturally cannot support a prince who cannot have children to ascend to the throne. Don't you think so? Fortunately, His Majesty is in good health now. It is better to start over."
"The Queen Mother is truly far-sighted." Qin Lu said with emotion.
"So, please take good care of Concubine Hui in the future. Don't let the Queen Mother down," Bi Qiao said to Qin Lu with a smile. "If Concubine Hui can give birth to a prince, the Queen Mother will naturally remember your kindness. By then, Master Qin will be in good health. It is not impossible for him to live a hundred years, don't you think so, Concubine Qin?"
Qin Lu's face suddenly froze. He bowed deeply to Bi Qiao and said tremblingly, "Yes, I obey your command."
"The Queen Mother is now looking forward to Concubine Hui giving birth to a baby boy soon, but Your Majesty is not young anymore, and I am afraid that he may not be able to do what he wants. By then, Dean Qin will have to take care of him. Only when His Majesty is healthy can the Queen Mother love him, right?" Bi Qiao said, and after a pause, she raised her eyebrows and said, "But no matter how vigorous Your Majesty is, he should not make the same mistake as the Fourth Prince did. If he does make a mistake again, I am really worried that Master Qin's body may not be able to withstand it."
"Yes, I obey your command! I obey your command!" Qin Lu suddenly broke out in sweat and bowed to Bi Qiao to receive the order.
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December 30, 2013
Lunar New Year's eve.
Ningguta.
As usual, Achou got up early, and Zhong Mingwei did not stay in bed either. After breakfast, Achou went to prepare the filling for the fried meatballs. Achou and Zhong Mingwei both loved meatballs stuffed with radish. Zhong Mingwei prepared to write Spring Festival couplets.
"How's the writing going?" Ah Chou came in after finishing the meatball stuffing and wiped his hands. He saw the man sitting on the kang, staring blankly at the red paper on the small table. Ah Chou leaned over and looked at Zhong Mingwei in surprise. "It's been such a long time, how come you haven't written even a single word? I'm still waiting to post it! The paste is already boiled."
"I've thought of several good couplets, but I don't know which one to write," Zhong Mingwei looked at Ah Chou with a smile, "I've been waiting for you to come and want to hear your opinion."
"I don't understand these. Just because you think it's easy to write, it's useless to ask me," Ah Chou said, climbing onto the kang and grinding for Zhong Mingwei. A few days ago, Ah Chou learned how to grind from Zhong Mingwei. Ah Chou liked grinding for Zhong Mingwei very much. Although Zhong Mingwei didn't write often, she urged Zhong Mingwei while grinding, "Write quickly, you need to write several copies."
Zhong Mingwei looked at Achou. The pigtail he braided for her yesterday had not unraveled after a night's sleep, but was a little loose. Now it hung limply on the kang. Zhong Mingwei stared at the pigtail for a long time, then picked up the pen. Achou hurriedly leaned over to take a look. Even though he couldn't understand what was going on, his eyes followed the tip of the pen as it moved.
"It's done." After writing the last stroke, Zhong Mingwei put down his pen and looked at the long couplet. He seemed very satisfied. He couldn't help but curled his lips and said to Ah Chou, "Let's put this couplet in our bedroom."
"Shouldn't you write the couplets for the front door first? But you chose to write the ones for the bedroom first," Ah Chou muttered, but he crawled over again, staring at the flourishes on the red paper, and asked Zhong Mingwei, "What did you write? Read it to me."
"Flowers and leaves, emerald green, only Si Xiangwei supports them intentionally, not letting them be cold and lonely," Zhong Mingwei pulled Ah Chou in front of him and hugged her, pointing to the first couplet and reading it to Ah Chou word by word. As he read, Zhong Mingwei held Ah Chou's face and kissed her, then continued to read the second couplet, "Butterflies and mandarin ducks, in all their lives, may all be together, forever, day and night, happy and joyful."
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