Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

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Noble Lan became Concubine Lan, completing a qualitative leap.

The Mingh Palace, which was once a stunner, suddenly became a popular place in the harem. Except for the three concubines and above, other concubines came to check in one after another.

Concubine Xian watched Xiao Lan rise step by step, she saw Emperor Lin's favor for Xiao Lan in her eyes, and it was inevitable that she felt a little bitter in her heart.

However, at her age, she no longer expects the love of an emperor anymore, everyone has their own aspirations, and Concubine Xian is not the kind of person who loves to do things. Under the supervision of Lin Feilu, Lin Jingyuan is now more and more forging ahead. In the future, he will be crowned king and fief, and he will be rich and noble for a lifetime, and Concubine Xian will be very satisfied.

In the past, among the four concubines, Concubine Hui and Concubine Mei formed their own faction, but now the two concubines have fallen, and Concubine Xian and Concubine Lan have formed their own faction again, and the power of the harem has come to a new division.

Xiao Lan has stood up now, and her scheming and tactics have followed suit. At first, she was a little restrained. Later, she gradually got used to her new status and new status. With the guidance of Concubine Xian, she quickly became a concubine and managed her subordinates well. Being in good order, there is no need for Lin Feilu to worry about it.

Time flickered into winter.

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

The atmosphere of brother and brother Gong disappeared in the past, and the two seemed to be at odds with each other. Occasionally, Lin Qing would confront each other.

Lin Ting was still docile and modest, but he was much quieter than before. Those soft eyes that looked at everything had not lit up for a long time.

Lin Feilu knew where this change came from.

When the prince met a tiger, it was impossible for the queen's family to not investigate. Once the clues were found, Concubine Ruan's faction would be completely hostile to them.

The Ruan clan was aggressive, and Lin Qing was justifiable to be jealous of this elder brother and resented this elder brother.

In addition to being soft-tempered, Lin Ting is actually no worse than the prince in all aspects. He just doesn't want to fight, and he never shows the limelight on weekdays. What if you don't want to fight? Unless he completely breaks away from the Ruan family, does not recognize this mother concubine, and does not recognize the Ruan family, he will always be their most important pawn.

The Nguyen family has developed so far, and the forces in the DPRK and China are intertwined. Once the prince ascends the throne, his power and position will be overturned.

No one wants to give up all this.

Both of them are still in their teens, but they have already lost their minds for the throne. Although Lin Feilu had the purpose of strategy at the beginning, her heart was full of flesh. She had long regarded these two as family, and seeing that they were going to develop towards each other, she was really anxious.

But she can't do anything. This is not a small-scale palace fight. The battle for the crown prince has always been cruel. Once she participates, she will be implicated. There is a mother-in-law and a brother behind her, and she can't risk their lives.

Lin Feilu could only be anxious while watching the changes.

She was usually the innocent, lovely and carefree fifth princess in front of everyone, and only when she secretly went to play with Song Jinglan would she show a hint of true emotion.

It's getting colder and colder lately, so she had prepared enough silver and carbon early, and sent all kinds of heating equipment to Cuizhuju as if they didn't need money.

This is Song Jinglan's second warm winter. He poured half a glass of water into the bamboo tube with white plums inserted, and when he turned around, he saw the little girl roasting in a trance.

Her soft fingers were roasted red by the silver charcoal, and the fragrance of the hand cream became stronger and stronger. She made a rose-flavored hand cream this year, and gave him two boxes. Although Tiandong complained that His Royal Highness always smelled like rouge on his body, he was not a man at all, but Song Jinglan still wiped it sooner or later. .

He thinks it smells good too.

A little spark spattered from the charcoal stove, she regained her senses, took back her hot fingers and rubbed them, and sighed twice.

Song Jinglan handed her a bamboo tube with a few bamboo leaves painted on the emerald color, which was very elegant, "I tried making some of the milk tea the princess said last time. Would you like to try it?"

Lin Feilu said, "Ah?" and met his gentle smiling eyes. It took a few seconds to realize what he said, scratching his head: "It's not easy to get some milk from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so keep it for yourself. , don't waste it on this."

After he finished speaking, he still took the bamboo tube and took two sips.

Song Jinglan smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?"

She smacked it twice, "Bamboo-flavored milk tea is not bad, but unfortunately there are no pearls."

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

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

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

Lin Feilu drank milk tea for a while, and his small mouth was on the edge of the bamboo tube, looking a little stuffy.

Song Jinglan asked slowly, "Is it because of His Royal Highness and His Highness?"

Lin Feilu raised his head in surprise: "How do you know?" Song Jinglan slightly curled his lips: "The two Your Royal Highnesses have been in a tense atmosphere in the Imperial Academy recently, it's not hard to see."

What's not hard to see? I don't see anyone else seeing it. For example, Lin Jingyuan, after school this morning, even invited his two older brothers to play polo together in high spirits. After being rejected, he kept asking why.

Lin Feilu couldn't help but began to sigh again.

Xiaomei is from Song country after all, although she has no feelings for the grievances between the two countries, her own sense of belonging only belongs to China, the people, the republic...!

But on such a sensitive topic as the throne, it always feels strange to discuss with the protons of the enemy country.

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Song Jinglan had a calm look, and gently rubbed the edge of the tea cup with her fingers, and said in a low voice, "Both of your royal highnesses are so good, this road is inevitable, and there will always be a winner and a loser. The princess is worried at the moment. It’s all in vain, it’s better to think about how to keep the loser at that point.”

He broke through the entanglement in Lin Feilu's heart in one sentence.

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

She had never cared about anyone before.

Parents ignore her, she ignores them. Hu friends and dog friends are hypocritical, so she will not show any true feelings. The world was indifferent to her, and she was indifferent to each other.

Instead, she came here, and God seemed to start to make up for her missing childhood and family love little by little.

But it happens to be in such a place where family is weak.

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

Lin Feilu lowered his head and asked softly for a long time, "Then Your Highness can tell me what to do?"

Song Jinglan smiled very shallowly. He gently 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 the corners of his eyes: "It's snowing, princess."

Lin Feilu turned to look.

The sky that was still clear in the morning really fell fine snow.

First snow of the year. Song Jinglan looked at her and said, "Make a wish, it will definitely come true."

Knowing that it was just a plot to deceive girls in Korean dramas, Lin Feilu still closed his palms and eyes, and made his wish reverently.

Snowfall is a winter scene and a signal that spring is coming.

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

Although he knew that ancient women married early, Lin Feilu still felt a little unacceptable when he saw the 13-year-old Lin Nianzhi shyly selecting the portrait of the concubine presented by the palace servants.

She seemed to see her future self.

Terrible ah ah ah!

Seeing her sitting on the side in a daze, Lin Nianzhi pulled her a bit unhappily: "Xiao Wu! Can you be more serious?"

Lin Feilu: "I'm watching, I'm watching! Eldest sister, who is this? There is a mole on the corner of the eye, and it looks very romantic."

Lin Nianzhi looked at it: "This is Du Jingruo, the direct son of the Minister of Rites, who is now the head of the Imperial Household Prisoner. If you say that, it's a bit romantic..." She grew up in the palace since she was a child, and she didn't know these foreign men, so she hesitated: "I heard that he is brilliant in writing. He was admitted to the Imperial College at a young age, and I think he has some real talent for learning."

These portraits were all screened by Empress Lin before they were sent to her.

After the approval of the emperor, he is naturally not a mortal son. Lin Nianzhi looked at them one by one, and finally asked her, "What do you think?"

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

Lin Nianzhi: "I think it's all good too." She muttered, "Why can't you just accept all of these like the royal father did."

Lin Feilu: "???"

etc! Madam Queen! Your thinking is very dangerous!

Seeing her wide eyes, Lin Nianzhi laughed and pinched her soft face, "I'll just talk about it."

It is a matter of life, and Lin Feilu still makes a serious suggestion: "Elder Sister Huang, what is your ideal type?"

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

Lin Feilu explained: "It's the husband you want to marry the most. What kind of person do you think? Personality, appearance, family background, ideas, which aspect do you value more?"

Lin Nianzhi immediately said, "Of course the most important thing is to look good!"

Lin Feilu: I understand, your Lin family are all Yangou.

Lin Nianzhi thought for a long time, and his tone gradually became shy: "I hope my husband-in-law is a modest gentleman, elegant and gentle, who can love and protect me, treat me as the only one, and hold me in the palm of his hand as a pearl in his palm."

Lin Feilu understood and spread out the stack of portraits: "Then let's get rid of Xi Xingjiang first, they don't deserve it."

Lin Nianzhi nodded in agreement.

In the end, according to Lin Nianzhi's request, she picked and picked, and the one who best suited her ideal type was actually Du Jingruo, the son of the Minister of Rites with a mole on the corner of his eye.

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

Having said that, the palace servants will be called in to present the portrait to Emperor Lin.

Lin Feilu suddenly grabbed her wrist: "Wait!"

Lin Nianzhi looked at her curiously.

Although Lin Feilu knew that what he said was all nonsense, he couldn't help it: "Eldest sister, you have never seen him before, you only set a life-long event based on a portrait. Different, what should I do?"

The modern concept of free love is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and she really can't be indifferent.

Lin Nianzhi was stunned for a while, and then he smiled casually: "It has been like this since ancient times. As princesses, we have the right to choose. Those women in the folk can't even choose."

The eldest princess, who is always on the horns, is very open in this regard.

It seems that after Concubine Hui's accident, she grew a lot overnight.

She saw that Lin Feilu's face was still wrinkled into a ball, and smiled and touched her tug: "Don't worry, it's the son of the Minister of Rites anyway, it won't be bad." She paused, not knowing what to think, her eyes light up suddenly

Come: "If you're really worried, why don't we go and see for yourself?"

Lin Feilu asked, "Can I still see it in person?"

Lin Nianzhi: "Of course it can't be upright, we can go secretly!"

After being here for so long, Lin Feilu has never been out of the palace. Hearing what Lin Nianzhi said, he was immediately moved.

Dalin's folk customs are relatively open, and the restrictions on women are not as strict as in some times, which can be seen from the fact that Concubine Xi was able to fight the enemy.

It is not an unforgivable event for the princess to leave the palace, it just needs the consent of Emperor Lin.

This was easy to handle, Lin Feilu acted like a spoiled brat, saying that he had never been out of the palace since he was so old, and that he had never seen the prosperous folk scene under the rule of his father, Emperor Lin immediately nodded happily.

Of course, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the two naturally wouldn't make a big splash. Emperor Lin asked the two leaders of the forbidden army to accompany them, and secretly arranged guards to protect them.

Lin Feilu put on an ordinary and inconspicuous dress, and followed Lin Nianzhi in the carriage and staggered out of the palace.

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