Xuan Chengyi and Xuan Xiuyou, the two of them, stared at each other with big eyes and were speechless for a long time.

"Jiashu, ......" Xuan Chengyi touched the horn on his son's head, and then quietly opened a small gap in the half-transparent moon cloud curtain behind him.

The spring breeze in February is still a bit steep, so Wei Jiashu wore a fragrant magnolia folded branch silk jacket today, with a cloud bun on her head, a golden silk hairpin and a begonia hanging bead hairpin, and the red agate beads hanging down made her look beautiful. Walking in a curling step, the hibiscus woven gold skirt shines in the sun, and the quail egg on the tip of the shoe The Hepu pearl is intertwined, and the end is gorgeous and luxurious.

And Hu Meiren's current situation is much worse than before.

Although the Hu family gave birth to the eighth prince, the prince is almost two months old, and the Hu family does not say that he has been promoted, and even the emperor has not received the slightest reward.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Hu Meiren has fallen out of favor!

There will never be a shortage of people in the palace who worship the high and the low, and once they fell out of favor, eating, wearing, and chewing are not as good as before.

Hu Meiren wore a seventy-percent new red cloud satin placket, although the satin was beautiful, but once it was old, it would lose its luster. But fortunately, Hu Meiren is young and beautiful, her face has been carefully whitewashed with fat powder, but she is also beautiful and moving, and she is still wrapped in a rabbit skin Zhaojun sleeve on her forehead, but the scar that fell out before is completely covered.

Hu Meiren grabbed the placket of her clothes and looked at the good concubine Wei who was walking proudly, so she had to endure her jealousy and hatred, and bent her knees: "Please be a good concubine." ”

Wei Jiashu stood on the platform, looked at Hu condescendingly, and glanced at the Eighth Emperor who was held in the arms of the nanny and grandmother.

Wei Jiashu said lightly: "The emperor doesn't have time to see you, step down!" ”

Hu Meiren's pretty face was cold, "This is the Qianqing Palace, and it's not the turn of the good concubine to be the master for the emperor, right?!" ”

Wei Jiashu raised his eyebrows, okay, he grabbed the ground with his head and fell once, but he had the courage to lose weight!

"The emperor doesn't want to see you, can't Hu Meiren understand people?!" Wei Jiashu's tone was lonely and cold, and his fresh and flower-like face was a little angry.

Hu Meiren's heart sank, she came to greet the Eighth Emperor with her arms, but the emperor still refused to see her?

Hu Meiren gritted her teeth and said: "The emperor doesn't want to see the concubine, and the concubine doesn't dare to say anything, but the emperor won't see the eighth prince, right?" ”

Saying that, Hu Meiren hurriedly snatched the eighth prince from the nanny's arms, the eighth prince was originally lying very comfortably in the nanny's arms, but this time the son was suddenly forcibly held in Hu Meiren's arms, and he was a little uncomfortable, and the eighth prince couldn't help but twist his little body, as if he wanted to break free.

Hu Meiren noticed that the child in her arms was not well-behaved, so she hurriedly hugged the eighth prince tightly.

A small child, who is already delicate, can afford to hug so strongly?

The eighth prince was strangled and immediately cried out with a "wow".

Wei Jiashu felt a deep disgust in his heart, where is this Hu family worthy of being a mother?! Looking at Hu's actions and behavior, you can know that I am afraid that after the birth of the eighth prince, she has not hugged it a few times, right? The child struggled because of the discomfort, but Hu Shi blindly strangled it vigorously.

The cry of the eighth prince "wow" resounded outside the hall, and Hu Meiren took the opportunity to kneel on the cold platform outside the hall, crying: "Your Majesty! Please take a look at the Eighth Prince! Even if you are disgusted with concubines, the Eighth Prince is your own son! How innocent the eighth prince is, since he was born, he has never seen the imperial father! ”

Hu Meiren's crying was almost hoarse, and the eighth prince in her arms became more and more uncomfortable, and she cried more and more.

The nanny on the side couldn't help but feel distressed, and she quickly knelt aside and said, "Little master, it's better for the slave to hold His Royal Highness the Eight!" ”

Hu Meiren glared at the nanny fiercely, and hugged the child in her arms more and more.

Wei Jiashu couldn't help but be angry, although the emperor was a little indifferent to the Eighth Prince, he still asked the Internal Affairs Office to prepare a professional nurse nanny early in the morning, and the Eighth Prince should eat, wear and chew these days without being deducted at all!

Compared to the emperor, Hu's biological mother is really hateful!

Fortunately, the emperor immediately called Qian Yu to come out and deliver the decree: "The emperor has issued an edict and ordered the nanny to carry the eighth prince into the palace!" ”

Hu Meiren's beautiful face stiffened slightly, just let the nanny and grandma hug it in? Hu Meiren gritted her teeth secretly, it was better for the eighth prince to see the imperial father than to get nothing.

Thinking of this, Hu Meiren was willing to hand over the child in her arms to the nanny and mother.

The nanny carefully took the Eighth Prince, carefully adjusted the angle, swayed gently, hummed a nursery rhyme in her mouth, and the Eighth Prince's crying gradually became smaller.

The nanny and the mother carried the eighth prince into the palace.

Hu Meiren was helped up by Yuzhuer, although she only knelt for a while, but Hu Meiren's body was weak, and she couldn't help but stumble, and half of her body was crooked on Yuzhuer.

Hu Meiren gasped for a few breaths, and then calmed down a little.

Qian Yu stepped forward and said politely: "Beauty, please go back first." ”

Hu Meiren's face was stunned, "But the Eighth Prince ......"

Qian Yu smiled and said, "The Eighth Prince is in front of the emperor, what else do you want to worry about?" You're weak, it's windy here, what if it's freezing? ”

In order to be graceful, Hu Meiren naturally did not wear too thick clothes today, and just knelt on the platform and cried, this time she was so cold that her whole body was cold.

Hu Meiren's teeth chattered, so she had to say, "Then I'll go back first." ”

Hu Meiren glanced at the concubine coldly, gritted her teeth and hated, turned her head and carefully descended the steps step by step.

This is the time that Wei Jiashu was waiting for!

She showed no mercy, her right hand turned into a thick vine, and she slammed it towards Hu's back.

For this blow, Wei Jiashu used all his strength.

Hu Meiren fell down in response, her body was like a green onion to the end, and she rolled down the steps directly.

In her eyes, the Hu family was whipped by her and fell down on the steps of the Qianqing Palace, but in the eyes of everyone, it was Hu Meiren who suddenly stumbled and then rolled down.

"Little Lord!" Yu Zhu'er exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly flew down.

Hu Meiren rolled down from such a high staircase and fell unconscious on the spot.

Wei Jiashu muttered to himself, was he stunned by her, or was he knocked unconscious in the process of rolling down the steps?

Well, it's hard to say about this, after all, she's attacking from behind.

Qian Yu sighed, "You slave, why can't you support a beauty?" Quickly lift the beauty to the shoulder, send it back to Xianyang Palace quickly, and pass on a doctor! Hey, the beauty is weak after giving birth, so she should take care of it! The steps of the Qianqing Palace are so high, don't fall out of the beauty! ”

Wei Jiashu touched her chin, she felt that this time there should be a "good guy".

After straightening out his sideburns that were blown by the cold wind, Wei Jiashu returned to the Qianqing Palace as if nothing happened.