The smoke is smoky outside the west window, and the flowers are blooming all over the sky.

The fragrance is lingering, and the wind is flying across the sky.

Once towards the mountains and rivers, once towards the journey.

It is prosperous and prosperous, and the rivers and mountains are as beautiful as spring.

A butterfly danced lightly and landed on Ye Yilan's hair.

Everyone turned to look at her. She was dressed in a light pink dress with white embellishments. It was elegant but not gorgeous, but it blended in with the scene here.

The person next to him was dressed in white and looked so elegant. There was a silver dragon embroidered on his sleeves and an orchid in his mouth.

He did not avoid anyone's gaze at all, holding Ye Yilan's hand tightly, and could feel her timid heart.

She watched the butterfly stop for a while on the tip of her hair, without trying to drive it away, with a satisfied smile on her lips.

Feng Tingyu hummed disdainfully and muttered softly: "It's just attracting bees and butterflies."

This word actually made one person listen. Looking at her grandson, Chen Zhaoyi was so protective of her, and felt extremely dissatisfied.

"The Ai family feels that the butterfly landing on Chen Zhaoyi has added a lot of prosperity." Seeing them all staring at Ye Yilan, they felt a little impatient and rolled their eyes lazily. "Don't stop here.

Come on, let's enjoy the flowers with Ai's family."

"Yes, I obey your order."

When Murong Haochen saw the imperial grandmother turn around, he directly pulled her up, leaned over her ear and whispered comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, just think of me as coming to accompany you to enjoy the flowers."

Ye Yilan nodded, but she was still extremely timid inside. Even when Murong Haochen pulled her and stood there, there was no reaction.

Looking at him with helpless eyes, Ye Yilan was always uneasy even if he was around.

Seeing the situation, he walked up to her, held his cheek, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, clasped his head and looked into his arms, leaning on her: "If you don't want to, we'll leave now."

"No. If we leave now, wouldn't the Empress Dowager have to..." She looked up at him, pursed her lips, and continued, "I promise you, no matter what happens, you will face it calmly."

Hearing this, he smiled happily and playfully tried to bite her lip, but she dodged it.

Walking to the bridge railing, he whispered shyly: "I have already promised you, and you still treat me like this."

He held her in his arms, his deep eyes filled with endless fondness: "If you don't leave, the Imperial Grandmother will be angry."

Ye Yilan looked at the group of people in front of her, wondering how much cynicism was in those eyes just now. Although these were all her guesses, she did not rule out any possibility.

Along the way, he held my hand and offered comfort.

However, when she saw the back of the Empress Dowager right in front of her eyes, she didn't know what would happen today. Since that day, even though she went to pay her respects every day, she could still see that the Empress Dowager's eyes were extremely disgusting with her.

This look seemed to show how she hated her mother back then.

My mother must have suffered a lot of grievances back then. Although I roughly know the secrets of those years, I can't understand my mother's pain back then.

No wonder, when I saw the late emperor looking at me that day, I always felt a different kind of emotion in his eyes. It turned out that he was missing his mother.

Ye Yilan couldn't help but look at him. The imperial edict he requested fulfilled the late emperor's wish for many years.

Seeing the two of them coming slowly, the eldest grandson Guanji helped the Empress Dowager sit down, poured a cup of tea himself and handed it to the Empress Dowager. A hint of strategy flashed in his eyes: "Empress Dowager, today I think this concubine is like this

Flower viewing is a bit boring. Why not let Chen Zhaoyi compose a poem?"

He couldn't help but raise his head and smile at Ye Yilan.

When Ye Yilan heard what she said, it was naturally not difficult to write a poem, but she didn't know what the eldest grandson Wanji's intention was?

He picked up the tea in front of him, tasted it carefully while being drunk, and said, "Chen Zhaoyi is a talented woman of the first rank conferred by the late emperor. The Ai family would like to know if this talented woman has a false reputation."

Murong Haochen, who had already sat down, looked at her. At this moment, she seemed to be isolated, feeling extremely distressed in her heart.

Seeing her absent-minded look, Changsun Wanyue smiled and said, "What's wrong with Chen Zhaoyi? He's not just composing a poem."

She did not look at Murong Haochen, but walked to the lakeside and looked around: "Spring is over and summer is coming, and the number of broken strings can only be counted by the falling flowers.

The smoke from the kitchen is curling up, the green grass is green, and the gurgling clouds and streams are touching the heartstrings. Walking among the trees, admiring the flowers and chasing the birds, temporarily forgetting the worries of the world. We also know that dreams can easily become empty, so it is better to go back and relax."

Everyone looked at her back one after another, the breeze gently blew her sleeves, and as she said "walking among the bushes", they felt immersed in the scene.

When Murong Haochen heard her words "forget it for now", he knew what she wanted to forget. At this moment, her heart was complicated and messy.

Attracted by her back, he walked behind her step by step and said softly: "When you come, you leave without a trace. When you go, you will be the same as you came. There is no need to ask about the world of mortals. I only worry about it in my dreams."

Hearing this, Ye Yilan turned around and looked at him. The smile on her lips was so bright that it was unforgettable.

He understands her poems.

She also understands his poetry.

The poems between them are so coherent that others cannot understand the meaning of their poems.

At that moment, Ye Yilan felt that he was the only one who truly understood her.

When An Yi saw the emperor's gaze, she immediately stepped forward, pinched the Empress Dowager's shoulders, and asked tentatively: "Empress Dowager, what do you think of Chen Zhaoyi and the Emperor's poem?"

"Ai Jia naturally has nothing to say about the talents of the two of them."

When she saw the two of them standing together, she knew why her grandson liked Chen Zhaoyi so much and that they were so well matched.

And she didn't want to make the same mistake again.

But for him, the Ye family has protected him for many years and is the only family he can trust. She cannot deny this. As long as she does not worry about his throne, she can feel at ease.

But she has always been worried about Ye Yilan. Chen'er's love for her has penetrated deep into his bones and cannot be extricated. This is what she is more worried about.

Furthermore, the power of the eldest grandson family in the court has always been stable, and it is not yet time to overthrow it. She will not let anyone from the eldest grandson family become the queen, even if the eldest grandson Wanji is now the queen, if Chen'er has a son,

No matter who it is, that person is Muyi Tianxia, ​​as long as that person does not threaten any imperial power.

"The emperor has never written poems in person. When I heard it today, I was still blessed by Chen Zhaoyi."

The empress mentioned that she must have never heard such a good antiphonal poem."

The two of them were inseparable, and Xia Muling's heart was in general pain. Such a scene is something that is rare to encounter, and can only be regarded as envy.

When the eldest grandson Guanji heard this, he smiled slightly, held back his anger, tightly grabbed his tea cup, and drank it with a slight trembling.

Asking Ye Yilan to compose poems was just for the sake of making a noise. She didn't expect him to be with her. Such a scene had never occurred to Sun Guanji.

"Chen'er, why don't you take your concubine and sit down quickly?"

"Yes, Imperial Grandmother."

Hearing the words of the imperial grandmother, his heart immediately felt at ease. He held her hand, sat with him, and whispered in his ear: "In a while, I will let you meet someone."

After hearing this, Ye Yilan became more and more curious. Who was the person he mentioned?

"Sister Lan'er, you didn't even tell me when you came out to enjoy the flowers."

Everyone's eyes were attracted by that sweet voice.

When Ye Yilan saw her, she was Han Xin.

Why did she come here?

"I..." For a moment, I didn't know what to say, but I forgot that the Queen Mother was also there.

He saw Han Xin walking over: It turned out that the person he was talking about was Han Xin. But why did he call Han Xin here?

She looked at the poem with his eyes, but he just smiled at herself without saying a word.

"This is Princess Beimo." Seeing that she looked naughty and she was married to the princess of Xuandu, she actually had a bit of a bad temper.

Originally, he wanted Chen'er to marry her, but he already had a candidate, so he let him go. After all, he was the emperor, and everything was decided by himself.

"Han Xin has met the Empress Dowager."

When the eldest grandson Wanyue saw this princess, she was neither big nor small, but she really couldn't compare with the women of Xuandu.

"Mother, Princess Han Xin grew up in the Northern Desert. She doesn't understand the rules of Xuandu, so she is naturally a bit casual." After finishing speaking, she glanced at Ye Yilan and said casually. "I have never seen the Ai family before. Such a lively woman. It is not good for a woman to be too calm. If she is pampered by a man every day, she will become a useless person."

Ye Yilan heard these words truly. She knew that the Empress Dowager was talking about herself, but she still had to put on a smile.

Murong Haochen's hand tightened, and she knew that he was comforting her, and he also understood the meaning of his words.

All in all, to her, she could pretend that nothing had happened, but she could not escape the fact.

She had no choice but to hide behind Murong Haochen. Only by his side could she feel at ease. In a trance, he seemed to be her most important support, or in other words, dependence.

"Your Highness, why don't you come and enjoy the flowers with us?" The eldest grandson Wan Ji just walked up to her and wanted her to sit down with him. However, he did not show any kindness to him. Instead, he walked to the side of the Empress Dowager and begged.

"The Empress Dowager, I want to be alone. I wonder if you can agree?"

Looking at her, Changsun Guanji could only swallow the embarrassing scene in his stomach. He endured it and pretended to smile.

"Aijia, I wonder who the princess wants?"

Her eyes were full of doubts, but she didn't know who she wanted?

"Chen Zhaoyi."

Hearing this, everyone present was shocked.

Princess Beimo actually wanted Chen Zhaoyi openly in front of so many people, especially in front of the emperor.

Everyone knows that the emperor treats Chen Zhaoyi like a treasure and will not let her leave him even half a step, especially if he agrees.
To be continued...