Wen Wanqing also thought of this, but the Murong mansion wants to see the emperor's eldest son. Why should it be so secretive?

"Keep your eyes open these two days so that nothing will happen!" Wen Wanqing asked.

Yingxue naturally understands and bows back.

In the inner hall, only Tang Fuliu and Wen Wanqing were left. Holding Wen Wanqing's hand, Tang Fuliu said, "Wanqing, you said that the son of Murong mansion came to find the eldest son. Is it because the emperor established the prince that they were afraid that the child in your stomach would fight for the throne with Xuanqing, so they sent someone to separate you and the eldest son?"

Tang Fuliu is not saying that it is impossible, but she has mentioned such a thing with xuanjue for a long time. Her baby will not compete with Xuanqing for the throne, let alone the crown prince.

"Aunt, the child of Xuanqing is the eldest son of the empress and the emperor. He is the only one who can establish the prince. What's more, the child of Xuanqing is intelligent. I believe he can be the prince." Wenwan Qinghui holds Tang Fuliu's hand, word by word.

"But will it be unfair to the child in your stomach?" Tang Fu Liu said in a low voice, and then realized that he had said something wrong. He immediately changed his words and said, "my aunt doesn't mean that either. I'm just sorry for your child. He --"

"I know what you mean, but I just want him to grow up peacefully and do what he wants to do. Don't be bound by this palace. I think he can understand my intention too!" Wen Wanqing is caressing his loneliness lovingly.

Tang Fuliu looked at her and sighed, "well, since you've already thought about it, I'm not qualified to say anything. It's just that Xuanqing's child is not your own child after all. I'm afraid that the gossip from the outside world will make your mother and son have a quarrel!"

She doesn't know what Tang Fuliu said, but she believes that people's hearts are full of flesh, not to mention the kind people like Murong Yan, her child is also a good child.

"Aunt, I always regard Xuanqing as my own child. If it wasn't for the words Murong Yan said to me at Guoguang temple, I would not have gone back to the palace. If it wasn't for her, I would not have formed a good relationship with the emperor, nor would I have today. So I thank Murong Yan and Xuanqing for giving me such an opportunity." Gentle and clear, mouth slightly upward, showing a gentle smile.

Tang Fuliu said with a smile: "well, as long as it's your decision, my aunt will support you. From tomorrow on, I'll tell those people in the palace to stop talking. If any of them dare to talk nonsense in front of Xuanqing again, I'll have to argue with them even if I'm going to die!"

Looking at her fighting for her own injustice, Wen Wanqing was very moved. Holding Tang Fuliu's arm, she unconsciously turned red in her eyes.

Tang Fuliu stroked her soft hair and said, "don't worry, you have us. What grievances have you suffered? You must tell us that your uncles and I will support you!"

"Well, thank you, aunt!" Wen Wanqing nodded heavily in her arms.

On the little couch outside, Xuanqing, who was pretending to be sleeping soundly, listened to their conversation. Her eyelashes, which were as long as butterflies, were shaking slightly. Suddenly, she turned over, turned her back to Miaoling, and continued to sleep inside.

Miaoling sees Xuanqing turn over and the brocade slips. He immediately starts to cover it for him. Then he reaches out his hand and touches the lady Tang under his feet. Then the respectful Hou is aside.

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