Concubine Lan became Concubine Lan and completed a qualitative leap.

Mingyue Palace, which was once deserted, suddenly became a popular place in the harem. Except for the three above the concubines, other concubines came to check in.

Concubine Xian watched Xiao Lan rise step by step. She saw Emperor Lin’s favor for Xiao Lan and felt a little sad.

However, at her age, she no longer has the desire to love the emperor. Everyone has their own ambitions, and Concubine Xian is not a person who loves to cause trouble. Under the supervision of Lin Feilu, Lin Jingyuan is now becoming more and more progressive. In the future, he will be granted a king's fief and be rich for a lifetime. Concubine Xian will be very satisfied.

In the past, Concubine Hui and Concubine Mei formed their own faction among the four concubines. Now that the two concubines have fallen, Concubine Xian and Concubine Lan formed their own faction again, and the harem power has been redied.

Xiao Lan has now stood up and has been scheming and tricks. At first, she was a little restrained, but later she gradually adapted to her new identity and new status. With the guidance of Concubine Xian, she quickly settled in the position of concubine and managed her subordinates in an orderly manner, so that Lin Feilu would not have to worry about it.

Time flies into winter.

Lin Feilu keenly discovered that Lin Qing's attitude towards Lin Ting was a little different.

In the past, the atmosphere of brothers and brothers disappeared, and the two seemed to be in harmony with each other, and occasionally Lin Qing would confront each other in tit-for-tat.

Lin Ting still looked gentle and modest, but he was much silent than before. His eyes that looked at everything softly had not lit up for a long time.

Lin Feilu knew what this change came from.

When the prince encounters a tiger, it is impossible for the queen's clan to not investigate. Once the clues are found, the Ruan Concubine Ruan's faction will be completely hostile to them.

The Ruan clan is coming in full force, and Lin Qing is afraid of this brother and resents this brother, which is understandable.

In addition to being soft-hearted, Lin Ting is actually not inferior to the prince in all aspects. He just doesn't want to fight and never shows the limelight on weekdays. So what if he doesn't want to fight? Unless he completely leaves the Ruan family, does not recognize this mother, and does not recognize the Ruan clan, he will always be their most important chess piece.

The Ruan clan has developed to this day, and the power and status of the court in the middle are mixed. Once the prince ascended the throne, his power and status will be overturned.

No one wants to give up all this.

Both of them are still in their teenage years, but they are already in a state of reluctance to the throne. Although Lin Feilu had the purpose of a strategy at the beginning, people's hearts are full of flesh. She had long regarded these two as family members. Seeing that they were going to develop in the direction of fratricide, she was really anxious.

But she can't do anything. This is not a small-scale palace battle. The battle between the crown prince has always been cruel. Once she participates, she will be implicated. There is also a mother and brother behind her, and she cannot take risks with their lives.

Lin Feilu could only wait and see what was going on while anxious.

She is usually the innocent, cute and carefree fifth princess in front of everyone. She only reveals a trace of true emotions every time she secretly goes to Song Jinglan to play with.

It has been getting colder recently. She has prepared enough silver carbon early and sent various heating equipment to Cuizhuju as if it is not expensive.

This was the second warm winter that Song Jinglan had passed. He poured half a cup of clear water into the bamboo tube with white plums, and turned around and saw the little girl roasting on fire.

Her fine and soft fingers were roasted red by silver charcoal, and the fragrance of the hand cream became more and more intense. She made rose-flavored hand cream this year and gave him two boxes. Although Tian Dong complained that His Highness always smelled as if he had rouge on her body, she was not a man at all, but Song Jinglan would still apply it once a morning and evening.

He thought it was quite fragrant.

A little spark splashed out from the carbon stove. She came to her senses, took back her hot fingers and rubbed them, and sighed twice again.

Song Jinglan handed her a bamboo tube, with a few bamboo leaves painted on the green color, which was very elegant. "I tried to make some milk tea that the princess said last time. Should I try it?"

Lin Feilu said "Ah?" and met his gentle and smiling eyes. It took several seconds to realize what he was saying and grabbed his head: "It is not easy for Your Highness to get some milk from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It's better to keep it for yourself and don't waste it on it."

After saying that, he took the bamboo tube and took Gudong and took two sips.

Song Jinglan asked with a smile: "Is it delicious?"

She sucked it twice, "The bamboo-flavored milk tea is not bad, but unfortunately there are no pearls."

Song Jinglan: "Hmm?" He thought about it seriously, "What kind of pearl is the princess talking about? Do you want to grind it into powder and add it to it?"

Lin Feilu quickly waved her hand, "No, this is good!"

He nodded slightly, and the fire reflected his eyes, showing a quiet and warm color, "What's the matter with the princess?"

Lin Feilu had a meal when drinking milk tea, and her little mouth stood on the edge of the bamboo tube, looking a little depressed.

Song Jinglan asked slowly: "Is it because of His Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness?"

Lin Feilu looked up in surprise: "How do you know?"

Song Jinglan slightly turned his lips: "The atmosphere of the two high men in the Taixue Hall has been tense recently, so it is not difficult to see."

What is not difficult to see? I didn't see it when I saw others. For example, Lin Jingyuan was excited to invite his two brothers to play polo after school this morning. After being rejected, he kept asking why.

Lin Feilu couldn't help but start sighing again.

After all, Xiaopiaoliang is from Song. Although she has no feelings about the grudges between the two countries, her own sense of belonging only belongs to the Chinese, the people, the Republic of China...!

But it is always strange to discuss such a sensitive topic with the protons of the enemy country.

Song Jinglan looked calm, gently rubbed the edge of the teacup with his fingers, and said indifferently: "The two high men are so outstanding. This road is inevitable, and we must always decide the winner. The princess's worries at this moment are futile. It is better to think about how to save the loser when it comes to that step."

He pointed out the entanglement in Lin Feilu's heart with just one word.

She doesn't care which brother is the emperor, she just hopes everyone is safe.

She never cared about anyone before.

When her parents ignore her, she ignores them. When her friends are false, she will not show any true feelings. When the world is indifferent to her, she will treat her indifferently.

Instead, when he came here, God seemed to have begun to make up for her lack of childhood and family affection bit by bit.

But it was in such a place where family affection was weak.

She can care nothing, but she can't neglect her sincerity.

Lin Feilu lowered her head and asked softly for a long time: "Can your highness tell me what to do?"

Song Jinglan smiled lightly, and he raised his hand and touched the top of her head, his voice low and gentle: "The princess is so smart, I believe the princess will know what to do."

He looked out the window and raised his eyes: "It's snowing, princess."

Lin Feilu turned to see.

The clear sky in the morning was indeed falling fine snow.

The first snow of the year.

Song Jinglan looked at her and said, "Make a wish, it will definitely come true."

Even though he knew that it was just a scene in Korean dramas that deceived the girl's heart, Lin Feilu still closed her palm and closed her eyes, and made her wish devoutly.

The falling snow is a winter scene and a signal that spring is coming.

After the New Year, what shocked Lin Feilu the most was that Empress Lin began to choose a husband for Lin Nianzhi.

Although I knew that women got married early in ancient times, Lin Feilu still felt a little unacceptable when she saw the thirteen-year-old Lin Nianzhi shyly selecting the portrait of the prince-consort presented by the palace maid.

She seemed to see her future self.

It's so scary!

Lin Nianzhi saw her sitting aside in a daze, and she unhappily pulled her: "Xiao Wu! Can you be more serious?"

Lin Feilu: "I'm watching, I'm watching! Sister, who is this? There is a mole at the corner of my eyes, and it looks weird and romantic."

Lin Nianzhi looked at it: "This is Du Jingruo, the legitimate son of the Minister of Rites. Now he is the chief of the Imperial College. You say this, it is a bit romantic..." She grew up in the palace since she was a child and did not know these foreign men. She hesitated: "I heard that he is very literary and entered the Imperial College at a young age. I think he has a bit of real talent and knowledge."

These portraits were all sent to her after screening and then sent to her.

After the approval of the emperor and the empress, they naturally were not ordinary children.

Lin Nianzhi looked at it one by one and finally asked her: "What do you think?"

Lin Feilu: "...all are pretty good."

Lin Nianzhi: "I think it's all good, too." She muttered: "Why can't you take all of these like your father?"

Lin Feilu: "???"

Wait! Sister Huang! Your thoughts are very dangerous!

Lin Nianzhi saw her wide eyes and burst into laughter, pinching her soft face, "I'll just say it casually."

It is a lifelong event, Lin Feilu still seriously made a suggestion: "Sister Huang, what is your ideal type?"

Lin Nianzhi asked: "What is an ideal type?"

Lin Feilu explained: "It is the husband you want to marry the most. What kind of person do you value more? Character, appearance, family background, and concept?"

Lin Nianzhi immediately said: "The most important thing is to be good-looking!"

Lin Feilu: I understand, your Lin family is all beautiful dogs.

Lin Nianzhi thought for a long time, and his tone gradually became shy: "I hope my husband is a humble gentleman, elegant and gentle, able to love and protect me, treat me as the only one, and pamper me in his palm as a pearl in his palm."

Lin Feilu knew the stack of portraits: "Then let's remove Xi Xingjiang first, they are not worthy of it."

Lin Nianzhi nodded heavily in agreement.

Finally, according to Lin Nianzhi's requirements, the one who best suited her ideal type was Du Jingruo, the son of the Minister of Rites who had a mole on the corner of her eyes.

Lin Nianzhi looked at Du Jingruo's portrait many times, and finally made a decision: "Just him!"

After saying that, he was going to call the palace servants in and present the portrait to Emperor Lin.

Lin Feilu suddenly grabbed her wrist: "Wait!"

Lin Nianzhi looked at her curiously.

Although Lin Feilu knew that everything he said was nonsense, she couldn't help but: "Sister, you have never seen him before. You can decide on a lifelong event with just a portrait. What if you find out that he is different from what you imagined?"

The modern view of free love is deeply rooted in people's hearts, but she really cannot remain indifferent.
To be continued...