After Mo Fei got rid of the thorn in her side, she turned to Mo Jingchen with a smile and said with a loving face,

"Xiao Chen, please keep your eyes open for a moment.

All the girls in the room, no matter whose family they are from, if you fall in love, tell your little aunt.

My aunt went to ask the emperor for a decree to grant you a marriage. "

At that time, the second elder brother Mo Ziqi was admonishing the king in the court, and he hit the pillars and died to remonstrate.

As a beloved concubine, Concubine Mo blamed the death of her second brother on the emperor's stubbornness, believing that the emperor forced him to die.

So he moved to the cold palace to express his protest against the emperor.

The emperor is a face-loving man, so naturally he is not willing to bow his head to Concubine Mo.

A while ago, the maid next to Concubine Mo heard a guard gossiping.

It is said that Qiu Lie met the second son of the Mo family, Mo Jingchen, who was already eighteen years old, but he was not yet married.

Concubine Mo couldn't sit still at all, and she really felt sorry for her second brother and sister-in-law who died young.

Therefore, during this polo match, she asked the emperor for permission to leave the palace to enjoy the excitement.

He naturally understood Concubine Mo's intentions and readily agreed to the gossip spread by the people who had been instructed by the Emperor himself.

The emperor’s wishful thinking is:

As long as Concubine Mo asks for marriage to Mo Jingchen and she nods, the two of them can get back together.

Mo Jingchen never expected that his little aunt, who had been indifferent to world affairs for more than ten years, would intervene in his marriage and refused without hesitation.

"Little aunt, to be honest, my nephew has been in poor health since he was a child. I'm afraid he is inhumane, so it's better not to delay others."

Concubine Mo couldn't believe her ears. Her jaw dropped instantly and her beauty turned pale.

She really couldn't understand how her eldest nephew could calmly reveal such a hidden illness.

She looked around in panic, and when she saw that no one was paying attention to her, she restrained her emotions, lowered her voice, and scolded:

"Xiao Chen, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Mo Jingchen said calmly,

"What I said is true.

Little aunt, I have been weak since I was a child. I have grown up soaking in medicine jars over the years, and my health and bones are particularly bad.

I only thought about how to extend my life, but I really had no intention of getting a wife. "

Concubine Mo felt her eyes darken, and the joy she had just seen when she saw her handsome nephew disappeared in an instant.

After calming down for a long time, he stared at Mo Jingchen's warm, cold and handsome face, his eyes filled with tears, and said distressedly,

"Since your health is not good, you should marry a wife and serve her closely.

After a few years, you can adopt an obedient and sensible son from the family, and you will be considered a descendant, worthy of your parents. "

Mo Jingchen saw that his aunt was really unwilling to give up and continued to make nonsense.

"Little aunt, I am barely surviving on my own, I can't bear any fatigue, and I really can't cope with the annoyance of having a wife and children.

In case my reputation as a useless person spreads in the future, it is the Mohist family's face that will be damaged.

Parents will also feel humiliated if they are under the influence of Jiuquan. "

Concubine Mo believed in her nephew's words. Because, in her knowledge, no man would belittle his own glory in this way.

Concubine Mo's strong heart was riddled with wounds from the sword of family love. With tears streaming down her face, she took out her handkerchief and wiped her tears silently.

Mo Jingchen said with relief,

"Little aunt, it's okay. I'm content if I can live and grow up. My parents can feel at ease even if they are under the pressure of nine springs."

Concubine Mo remembered that she went back to visit Mo Jingchen during his Hundred Days Banquet.

At that time, he was small, red all over, like a little mouse. She didn't dare to hold him for fear of breaking him.

Concubine Mo stuffed cakes into his hand with tears in her eyes.

"Xiao Chen, I made these by myself. I started preparing them the day before yesterday. You haven't eaten the pastries made by my aunt yet. Eat more."

Mo Jingchen looked at his little aunt. Although she had lived in seclusion in the cold palace for many years, she was wearing expensive brocade and a gold and jade hairpin, which was also the most popular style in the capital this year.

Moreover, her face is very well maintained.

He is in his thirties, but looks only about twenty-four or twenty-five.

It can be seen that the little aunt did not suffer any hardship during her years in the cold palace, and was treated the same as a favorite concubine.

Throughout the dynasties, my aunt was probably the only concubine who was sent to the cold palace and still received such preferential treatment.

It can be seen that I underestimated the emperor's love for my aunt.

That being said, my aunt's power can still be put to good use ...

Mo Jingchen took a bite of the osmanthus cake and smiled.

"The cakes made by my aunt are so delicious. I have never eaten anything so delicious since I was a child."

Mo Jingchen smiled, his brows and eyes were bright, like the bright and clear moon, very much like his father.

Concubine Mo thought of her talented, handsome and handsome second brother again, and her heart tightened:

The second brother used to love pastries made by himself, but it was pity that his son had to eat them for the first time at this age.

The eldest sister-in-law of the Mo Mansion heads the family. She was born as a concubine in a poor family and is an extremely stingy person.

I thought that she would not give Xiao Chen a good life, but I never thought that she didn't even give him sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Concubine Mo was so distressed that she burst into tears again ...

He must find a way to reconcile with the emperor before he can take care of Xiaochen.

At the very least, you can always send him some homemade food to make him fatter.

Look how thin he is, his face is so small, his fingers are so thin, he looks like a girl.

Concubine Mo kept feeding Mo Jingchen, wishing she could make up for all the food he had missed over the years.

Mo Jingchen couldn't eat any more and felt that the pastries were stuck in his throat. He turned to Concubine Mo, with a pair of dark phoenix eyes full of pleading.

"Little aunt, I have been ill for a long time and have read several medical books over the years. Can I ask you for a safe pulse?"

Concubine Mo was delighted,

"I didn't expect Xiao Chen to be so capable. Show me to my little aunt. I haven't had a good appetite lately. I can't eat more than two bowls of rice."

While talking, he put another piece of walnut cake into his mouth, and then showed him a slender and bright wrist.

【What? Can't finish eating after two bowls? 】

[How much do you think you need to eat to have a good appetite? 】

[My little aunt’s reputation as the number one foodie in Beijing is indeed well-deserved]

[According to my aunt’s current pulse condition, her body and bones are quite good. There is no problem if she wants to have offspring]

[Strange, my little aunt was so favored back then, how could she have nothing to do with her? 】

[Even if my aunt is simple-minded and doesn’t have so many twists and turns, with her father and the emperor protecting her, she will definitely not be plotted to the point where she doesn’t even have any heirs]

[If you want to have the right to speak in the harem and become Xiaosi's help, the emperor's preference alone will not suffice. 】

[You must have heirs, advance to the throne, and at least become a concubine, in order to compete with the queen! 】