Rong Baobao is much more diligent when she comes to the Prime Minister's Mansion than when she returns to her natal family in name. The Prime Minister's Mansion is already quite familiar with how to receive the Queen.

Her favorite large cherries have been placed in the glazed water pavilion. After washing, they are dried one by one with a clean white cloth. The skin is covered with a thin film, and the juicy pulp inside is vaguely visible.

The fragrant fragrance overflows, making people salivate.

"Queen, don't you even ask? Brother Shou'an went out early in the morning. I don't know when he will come back." As soon as he dismissed the servants, Rong Baobao shouted for Fang Zhimei to fly the kite, and Fang Zhimei had no choice but to

Tell the truth.

"He won't go to whoring, right?" Rong Baobao said angrily. If that's the case, then he doesn't know when he will come back.

"Who would go to a place like that early in the morning? He is not a hungry ghost." Fang Zhimei said dissatisfiedly, doesn't this have a bad reputation?

When a man goes to Goulanwashe to socialize normally, no one will say anything, but if he goes there early in the morning and looks impatient, it will be very unpleasant.

"I've heard people say that sects like Tiandao Sect are very strict and emphasize the need to be pure and abstain from desires during cultivation. He must have been very depressed after living in the mountains for so many years. Once he returns to the world of flowers and flowers, with no one to control him, he will naturally indulge in sensuality." Rong

The baby analyzes worriedly.

"Who did you listen to... Hei Ji and Bai Ji again?" Fang Zhimei met these two people last night.

Sometimes Rong Baobao is too lazy to leave the palace, so he will ask Fang Zhimei to stay with her for a while. He also has some contact with Black Princess and Bai Ji, but he can't be said to be familiar with them. He only remembers them. The other one prefers heroic stories in the world.
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"Of course, they have experience in the world and are well-informed. They have seen many of these things." Rong Baobao frowned slightly, pinched a crisp and tender cherry and placed it on Yan Hong's lips: "Since ancient times, beauties have been a disaster.

A hero died because of his beauty, and his reputation will last forever. As his friends, we cannot bear to see him sink and must save him."

"It's a bit serious that this body will be extinct after death... and will be infamous for ten thousand years." Fang Zhimei has never heard of anyone who has been infamous for ten thousand years because of rape, but Rong Baobao's suggestion made Fang Zhimei have some associations, and then he had some ideas.

Interest.

"You forgot..." Rong Baobao lowered his voice and pointed carefully to the palace next door. Fang Zhimei nodded with understanding, then stretched out his fingers to cover his lips

"Hush" was heard. The matter of Langya King Qin Heng's immediate death from the wind was indeed a taboo topic, and the Queen Mother was not happy for anyone to mention or discuss it.

For Rong Baobao and Fang Zhimei, what they care more about is not wanting to make Qin Shouan unhappy. Whoever's father has this matter will not like someone to mention it in front of him.

"Have you thought of anything?" Fang Zhimei held needle and thread in his hand and continued to tinker with the three-legged one-eyed toad kite. He glanced at the needle that passed through and then at Baby Rong.

Baby Rong seems to have two brains. Sometimes he has wild and wild thoughts, and sometimes he has a flash of inspiration and comes up with some normal ideas.

Baby Rong then took a bite of the cherry, shook his head thoughtfully, and then asked strangely: "Why does this cherry have a pit?"

"That's not a pit, it's rice candy. This kind of cherry juice is too full. After digging out the pit, the juice will not be so sweet when it comes out, so you have to put a millet candy in to block it. After absorbing the juice, the millet candy will be hard and brittle.

It's crispy and delicious." Fang Zhimei explained that some seasonal fresh food is not convenient for tribute to the palace, but Rong Baobao can eat some rare things that are not available in the palace in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Tell me, what is the solution?"

"This starts from a palace secret again." The neighbor next door went to the hospital early in the morning and didn't know when he would come back. Baby Rong just happened to tell stories to pass the time.

She told the story of how the late emperor went to Junhai and met Tang Qingwu. As for some of the things that happened to the Tang family later, she did not talk nonsense. After staying in the palace for so many years, Rong Baobao still had some sense of restraint no matter how he did whatever he wanted.

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Fang Zhimei was able to keep up with Rong Baobao's thoughts, and gradually showed a pensive expression. She had also heard about some of the late emperor's romantic deeds, but not as detailed as Rong Baobao. For example, this was the first time she knew Tang Qingwu's name.<

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"You mean, when the late emperor went to Junhai, he originally had the desire to indulge in sex, but he stopped when he met Tang Qingwu?" Fang Zhimei couldn't help but wonder, what kind of beauty is this Tang Qingwu?

Can a man see a city full of stunning women as if they were nothing but her?

"You can be considered smart." Rong Baobao praised Fang Zhimei while eating cherries. Fu Boleli and Qin Shouan were the only smart ones. Fang Zhimei and Chen Ruosu were about the same, only slightly worse.

"Then who can make Brother Shou'an only have eyes for her?" Fang Zhimei looked at Rong Baobao suspiciously. After Rong Baobao carefully dressed up, the beauty's posture was gorgeous, her fingernails were lightly dyed with cardamom juice, and there were also stickers on them.

The petals are cut from gold foil, the top coat is thin and the myrobalan seeds inside are faintly visible, and the long pleated skirt has a long hem, revealing half of a white jade-like calf when walking.

Did you come prepared today?

"Hmph...look at how petty you are." Rong Baobao sneered,

"My mother once said that if you care too much, you will look at problems too narrowly. That is to say, tolerance determines vision."

"You...please ask the Empress for advice." Fang Zhimei did not refute her for the time being. In fact, she somewhat understood Rong Baobao's idea, and just wanted to confirm whether her guess was correct.

"The point is not to let brother Shou'an only have eyes for anyone, but to make him have no one else. As long as you are like Tang Qingwu, and all the beautiful women in the city are just vulgar fans, he will not be interested in the women in Goulanwashe.

Naturally, the body and mind will not disappear and the stink will last for thousands of years." Rong Baobao said proudly.

For the sake of being a close friend, Rong Baobao reluctantly used the Queen's vision and wisdom to improve Fang's affairs. The main thing was to have one more person and more strength to prevent Qin Shou'an from going the same way as his father.
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"I don't have that ability." As a woman, no matter how arrogant and arrogant she is, she dare not say that she can compete with the legend that can blind the late emperor to the city... Rong Baobao and Fang Zhimei also thought of it.

It's a piece of cake, but it's a pity that just thinking about it doesn't seem to be of any use.

"You try your best, I'm still a little angry with him." Rong Baobao still can't forget the fact that Qin Shou'an grew up in a different way and looks nothing like when he was a child.

When he was growing up, he never thought about calling Baby Rong? Such a big belly would not disappear in a day, right?

While he was watching his big belly disappear day by day, he never thought about whether Baobao Rong liked it so much and would she be sad afterwards?

He simply didn't take her seriously. It was like a pair of childhood sweethearts who made an agreement to marry only you when they grow up. But one day the girl discovered that he had disposed of the thing that was used to carry on the family line without permission.

Should a girl get married? Should a girl get married? Don't cry loudly: "Mom, I promised to marry you when I was a child, just because you have something that I don't have. Now that everyone has it, let's forget about being sworn sisters!"<

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"Can this be achieved with hard work?" Fang Zhimei rolled his eyes at Rong Baobao. Rong Baobao was really arrogant. He actually thought that she was just angry and didn't want to do this. He didn't think that she and a woman like Tang Qingwu would have the same relationship.

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"Don't think that Tang Qingwu is like a fairy... The late emperor probably just didn't have much knowledge. In addition, Junhai is not as good as the legend says. The stunning women there may not be worth putting in Longyin City."

Rong Baobao said nonchalantly.

Even though he was used to Rong Baobao speaking freely, Fang Zhimei couldn't help but look around. Is it possible for you, a guy with a suspicious head on his neck, to evaluate the late emperor?

"Let me tell you something that's not too secret. The princess next door is Tang Qingwu's sister." Rong Baobao can't let Fang Zhimei feel too insecure.

Fang Zhimei was surprised, but she felt confident. It was not that she felt that her appearance could surpass Tang Wanrong, but that Tang Qingwu's image was too vague and hazy, and no one had seen it before, so it was naturally difficult to compare with her.

Tang Wanrong is something I see often, and I won’t give people the pressure that she is above the clouds and out of reach.

"It's a pity that you don't have much flesh on your body." Rong Baobao looked at Fang Zhimei. In terms of appearance, Fang Zhimei was indeed impeccable.

Especially the enchanting feeling between the brows and the eyes, and behind the light temperament is the seductive charm of a little vixen.

The main difference between Fang Zhimei and Rong Baobao is as an old saying goes: Friendship is priceless, not worth a few pounds on the chest.

"Bah, some people like to eat big pears, some like to eat small honeydew melons, everyone has their own preferences. We can't eat delicacies from the mountains and seas every day. We can't live without rice and pasta all day." Fang Zhimei said unconvinced.

Rong Baobao stood up, put his hands on his hips, straightened his body, and walked up and down in front of Fang Zhimei in a majestic manner.

Fang Zhimei was funny and angry. He bit off the needle and thread, moved to another place to sew and mend, and ignored Baby Rong.

"By the way, something happened last night." Fang Zhimei rolled his eyes and remembered what happened last night.

"Tell me." So Fang Zhimei brought Ao Aojiao, the third prince of the Nanhai Kingdom, to his door last night. Then Qin Shou'an said that he had a crush, but because of his identity and background, he was under pressure and could not confess.<

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"It can't be me, right?" Fang Zhimei's brows twitched, and he twisted his neck stiffly, and saw Baby Rong looking up at the slightly gloomy afternoon sky with a worried face.

"I don't want it to be me, but besides me, who else can make a prince feel the pressure?" Rong Baobao raised his hands to cover his face, looking at the room through his fingers.

Even if you are as confident as Baby Rong, it is difficult to be sure about this kind of thing. After all, it is someone else’s idea. She is just Baby Rong, not a bug baby.

"He's not crazy, why would he care about you? Don't forget that you are the Queen!" Fang Zhimei said through gritted teeth.

It's all... it's so obvious. Everyone... normal people will definitely think of Fang Zhimei! Ever since they were young, Fang Zhimei and Qin Shou'an played very well, but there was never anyone in the two houses separated by an alley.

The marriage between the two families was mentioned, naturally because the entire Longyin City knew that the palace would never allow the marriage between the royal palace and the prime minister's palace!

"It's just because I am the empress that I feel pressure! If I were just the illegitimate daughter of so and so of the Rong family, what kind of pressure would I have? A daughter of the Rong family can marry the late emperor, the emperor, and of course, the prince.

"Baobao Rong was in a state of confusion. He felt that the mood he had before coming was all messed up by the news he suddenly learned. He couldn't sort it out and couldn't separate it.

"You don't think it's you, do you?" Rong Baobao suddenly realized that Fang Zhimei wasn't talking about this just to communicate with her.

"No... I'll just tell you, maybe Brother Shou'an's crush is someone like Tang Qingwu. He has already regarded us as nothing, so don't be sentimental." Fang Zhimei said angrily.

Only then did Baby Rong put down the palms covering his face. He was really worried. If his crush was Fang Zhimei, Baby Rong would be able to accept it.

But if you don’t know him at all, and you don’t know the little vixen who crawled out of a nook and cranny, it will be unacceptable.

Doesn’t that mean that their so-called childhood sweethearts are just wishful thinking and a fleeting thing?

A young woman's mind is always complicated and changeable. Rong Baobao was angry that he had grown up to be someone else, and was not really ready to have a child with him, but...but she had always felt that he was either with her or with his wife.

Mei, there will be some special relationship.

If it turns out to be a sentimental thing now, Rong Baobao will never play with him again. At this time, Fang Sande, the second housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion, shook his fat body, ran from a distance, stood outside the bead curtain and reported to King Langya

The prince has returned home.

"Hurry up and fly the kite!" Rong Baobao was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't wait to urge Fang Zhimei. Fang Zhimei quickly checked the kite, and found that the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion was quiet without a trace of wind, the water was not chaotic, and the flowers were
To be continued...