I'm afraid that if Feng Hongluan's guess is correct, the emperor must be prepared for Hong Yan's attitude.

If the emperor really has no heir, the throne will naturally belong to his younger brother Hong Yan. At this moment, he starts to let Hong Yan review the memorials and learn how to be a king. This is because he wants Hong Yan to be a qualified monarch. Once the emperor passes away.

, it is also justifiable to establish Hongyan as the emperor’s younger brother.

But take a step back and think about it, is the emperor completely unprepared?

Once a certain concubine gave birth to an heir, Hong Yan would naturally not be able to take the throne. The emperor's own cultivation of Hong Yan made Hong Yan ambitious, so he deliberately refused to give any power to Hong Yan.

Without power, even if Hongyan wanted to form a party for personal gain, no one would follow him.

The emperor achieved both ends by doing this, so that if there is no successor, Hong Yan can be promoted to the throne and inherit the throne.

Someone in the future can easily suppress Hong Yan and make him stop thinking.

Feng Hongluan really didn't want Hong Yan to get too close to the emperor.

The emperor is a sinister and suspicious person, and she would accompany him like a tiger. She just wants to live in peace with Hong Yan for the rest of her life, and that's all.

Naturally, she could not tell Hong Yan what she thought about the emperor. After all, the emperor was unkind and unjust, but Hong Yan still regarded the emperor as the emperor's brother and respected him very much.

This time, Feng Hongluan stayed in Bieyuan for a short time just because he was in this mountain, but Hongyan could not be born after all, and had to go back to the world of intrigues and intrigues.

How much she didn't want him to go back.

Seeing the pleading expression on her face, Hong Yan kissed her smooth forehead helplessly and dotingly: "Good boy, if you don't want to go back, just live on the mountain. At most, I will rush back as soon as possible every day when I leave the palace. But

It's just a delay of an hour or two on the road, but we can still see each other every day."

In this way, you don't have to worry about people. Besides, this mountain road is very difficult to walk.

In the end, she still refused to make trouble for Hongyan. She hugged his waist, buried her pretty face in his clothes, and smelled his delicious scent. She didn't want to look too unreasonable.

"Forget it, let's go back. I'm just greedy for the scenery here. Spring will always come under the mountains. When spring comes, there will be no such good scenery."

She tried her best to speak calmly, but her heart was heavy.

The generous palm gently stroked her long hair, one at a time, not in a hurry.

Looking at her long, silky hair like a waterfall, Hongyan suddenly knelt down, looked up at her delicate face, and said: "Last time I named the child, if it was a boy, it would be Huan. I will choose the name for you.

, if it’s a girl, it’s up to you, what name do you think is good?”

So far, Hong Yan has not told Feng Hongluan that Jiang Nanzi had long diagnosed that the child in Feng Hongluan's belly was the daughter of a princess.

Thinking of the child's name, Feng Hongluan's eyes glowed softly.

I tilted my head and looked at the beautiful scenery outside quietly. The dusk was getting darker, the sun was setting in the west, the willows were colored in the streets, the water lilies were blooming in the small pond, and the ripples were scattered. The scenery was so beautiful, the wind was gentle and warm.

On the lips, two words popped out inadvertently: "How about calling me Mo Feng?"

The willow-colored streets sway gently in the wind, creating a leisurely and carefree atmosphere.

As soon as my heart moved, these two words came out of my mouth.

"Mo Feng?" Hong Yan repeated, after a while, he nodded approvingly: "Silent and quiet, the clouds are light and the wind is gentle."

It's a good name, very calm and indifferent.

Apparently he misunderstood the word "mo".

However, after hearing what he said, Feng Hongluan liked the word "mo" more.

Both she and Hong Yan lived too restrained and exhausted lives.

I just hope that their children can grow up in silence, without being disturbed by the world's troubles, and grow up carefree.

(Thanks to the boy in 393 for providing the name. I like the word Mo Feng very much. Boyish is a bit too boyish. However, for the children of Hongyan and Feng Hongluan, it’s okay to have boyish names. Feng Hongluan is not.

The home of a daughter who is a lady and has a delicate mind.)

Looking out the window at the exquisiteness, thinking of the child who was about to be born, my originally troubled and uneasy heart finally calmed down.

*

The trip to Bieyuan lasted less than ten days.

Isolated from the rest of the world, it was really a relaxing time.

Feng Hongluan was only born in this mountain, and from then on she did not care about human affairs.

The return date has come anyway.

When I came down from the mountain in the morning, I just lamented how quickly time passed. It seemed that I only had time to go up the mountain for a cup of tea, and now I was about to go down the mountain.

On the carriage back, she snuggled into Hong Yan's arms, her face full of regret.

“Next time, I don’t know when I can come again.”

"If you like that scenery, I'll have someone bring the hot spring water to Prince Jin's Mansion and build one exactly like it." Hong Yan comforted.

How did he know that what Feng Hongluan covets is not the scenery, but the tranquility!

Not wanting Hong Yan to see her mood, and not wanting to be Hong Yan's psychological burden, she stood up and opened the car curtain, pretending to look at the scenery outside, and changed the topic: "It's really cold, the Chinese New Year is almost here, looking at every house,

Everyone has started buying New Year’s goods, look at the bacon, it’s so delicious!”

Outside the car, there is a small town, bustling with people coming and going.

Hong Yan came over and looked at the scenery with her.

Suddenly, with sharp eyes, I seemed to see a familiar figure in the crowd.

"That's not your uncle?"

"My uncle?" Looking in the direction of Hong Yan's gaze, it turned out to be Han Huiqing. She was wearing a thick iron-red cotton-padded jacket. She came from the south and is not able to withstand the cold, so she was wrapped like a rice dumpling.

Next to Han Huiqing, there was a woman. If she looked carefully, she saw that it was not the maid Han Huiqing who had given him Han Xiang when she lived in Feng Mansion.

Now in this small town outside the city, the two of them behaved intimately and walked side by side. It seemed that their relationship was extraordinary.

Upon closer inspection, Han Xiang was not dressed as a maid, but had her hair tied up in a woman's bun, and was wearing a sky blue dress. The material of the skirt was not something a maid could afford.

After Han Huiqing left Feng Mansion, she built a house, bought property, and hired some servants.

He once asked Maple City to lend Hanxiang to him for a few days, saying that Hanxiang was used to serving him and knew his food, clothing, housing and transportation very well. After borrowing Hanxiang to train the maids and women in his mansion,

Then send Hanxiang back.

He said it was a loan, but he probably understood that Maple City would naturally give it to a maid.

At that time, Feng Hongluan didn't take it too seriously. She just felt that Han Huiqing was used to Hanxiang's care.

But now it seems that it has a deeper meaning.

Hanxiang looked much more stable and mature. She followed Han Huiqing with some items in her hands. Han Huiqing also carried a few packages in her hands. It seemed that she was out of the city to buy new year's goods.

Logically speaking, there are many more things in the city than outside the city. Why is it normal that Han Huiqing would go out of the city to buy new year's goods?

When Feng Hongluan thought about He Jixiang's desperate confession of Han Huiqing before his death, she always felt that Han Huiqing's every move was indescribably abnormal and weird.

In terms of categories, the New Year’s goods in Beijing are no less than those in this small town.

In terms of price, the New Year's goods in the capital are a little more expensive, but after taking into account the cost of the carriage and the effort, it's better to throw away those few extra cents.

Moreover, Han Huiqing is now the Minister of Rites, and she is not a thrifty person. How could she go out of the city to buy things in this small town.

Feng Hongluan thought for a moment and stopped the carriage: "Hong Yan, we happened to meet him. I wanted to go say hello to my uncle. After all, I haven't met him in a long time."

Hong Yan didn't think much about it.

"Okay! I'll help you!"

The two of them got off the carriage one after another. People from the seven nearby villages and eight townships came to this small town for the market. The roads were congested and it was very lively.

Although the things on both sides of the street are not as prosperous as those in the capital, they are still dazzling and dazzling.

Feng Hongluan didn't want to hang around, so he pushed aside the crowd and headed towards Han Huiqing.

She walked very fast, not caring that she was pregnant. Hong Yan followed closely, thinking that she was busy greeting Han Huiqing and giving Han Huiqing a surprise.

There is still some distance between Han Huiqing, but not far away.

Feng Hongluan slowed down her pace and walked leisurely, following Han Huiqing unhurriedly.

Hong Yan was puzzled: "Why, not going up?"

"The woman next to him is a maid in my house. Judging from the situation, they must be in love. I'm afraid that my appearance will make them awkward."

"Oh!" Hong Yan responded, looking at the sea of ​​people in front of him, "There are too many people. I'm afraid you will hurt yourself. Anyway, you don't want to go up and greet them rashly. Why don't you and I go to the edge and wait for them?

Come back."

Feng Hongluan was about to say "Okay" when she saw Han Huiqing enter a shop with sharp eyes.

She pushed aside the crowd and went to the store. Hong Yan had no choice but to continue to clear the way for her. His broad shoulders blocked the crowds of people who were rushing one after another, preventing Feng Hongluan and the child from being harmed in the slightest.

As I got closer, I realized it was not a shop, but an inn.

What did the two of them do in the inn for most of the day, and they still had so many things in their hands.

It's impossible. Going out of town and buying new year's goods is just a pretense, but having an affair is the real thing?

Haha, that's too funny. With Han Huiqing's current status, even if she wants to take Hanxiang as a concubine, why would she use it as a cover to have an affair?
To be continued...