Chapter 146 Dreaming again

Jiang Xian was stunned and immediately said:

"How can I dream every time I wish? If I can control my dreams, I will dream of promotion every day."

The reason why she did not renew her dream the next day was because she was afraid that the emperor would be seriously ill and treated her and the baby as monsters that could be fascinating. If she suggested that the baby the emperor dreamed of was real, the emperor would feel strange when he came back to the taste, but if she didn't believe it and questioned him in turn, it would arouse the emperor's self-evident instinct.

"That's because you haven't dreamed of the prince. If you dreamed of it, you will know it's true, which is different from the dreams I've had in the past."

Sure enough, Xie Che argued, and because the dream was only visible to him, he felt that the argument was pale, and he pursed his lips and noticed another thing: "Why don't you dream of promotion? Getting my favor is not better than being promoted? Life in the position of concubine may not be as comfortable as you."

Xie Che knew very well the role of Emperor Xin in the harem.

Where the emperor's eyes are caused, it will inevitably be rich and prosperous.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, but the face that made everyone feel awe-inspiring and frightened, inexplicably made Jiang Xian laugh. When he saw her smile, his unhappiness and soft hearts came to his heart at the same time. He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her lips.

Unfortunately, the beloved concubine in his arms lacked sensitivity to romantic love. She only felt like a big cat with a big hair, so she obediently raised her head and asked him to kiss her.

Jiang Xian learned his kissing skills from Daji, and Xie Che's heart was numb when he fucked his tongue.

He lowered his eyes to look at her face. She closed her eyes and brushed her thick eyelashes on his cheek, causing a sensation of itch, as if she was kissed by a butterfly once.

Shecher set aside a little and said, "I want to dream of me."

Jiang Xian frowned. He thought she didn't want to, and felt even more aggrieved: "What's wrong with dreaming about me?"

"The emperor has a destiny, but I dare not refuse to obey, but," Jiang Xian sighed: "I hardly dream, and I don't know what it feels like to dream. What the emperor said is that I can only play the piano to the cow."

The king of the Book falls asleep every day, striving to maintain his energy in the shortest time.

She has had very few dreams, and most of the dream themes revolve around - she did not review on the eve of the college entrance examination, was replaced by the college admission quota, was owed wages and was sick, never dreamed of having children, nor dream of a wishful husband.

"...You are so heartless."

Xie Che did not expect to get such an answer.

He hoped that he would be in her dream, but she didn't even have a dream: "Forget it, I can't see me when I fell asleep, but I saw me when I woke up. I really felt that the child I saw in my dream was our prince."

"Okay, okay."

"You're perfunctory?"

"I don't dare, let's do this. If the emperor dreams tonight, I believe that the emperor dreams of him is really him."

Xie Che agreed immediately.

The little breast dumpling in the dream is eager to hang on him. If you like him so much, you will definitely be willing to enter his dream: "By the way, I have to give him a name. He is not willing to listen to me calling him the eldest prince. He says that anyone who is the eldest prince of his father is the eldest prince. He doesn't want to be a baby who can be replaced - he will please himself, and this is up to you."

According to the rules of the Yan Chi Dynasty, the Ministry of Rites drafted a list of princes after they were born. The list was a good and decent name, and finally handed it to the emperor and decided by the emperor. There were also princes and princesses who were not valued. The name was directly handed over to the Ministry of Rites. Anyway, everyone would have to call him a certain prince, and the name was only the emperor's mother's mother could call him.

In this case, the emperor personally named him and expressed his importance.

"Why is it like a concubine? Is the emperor not fighting or robbing?"

"You don't know that the late emperor is looking at me."

Xie Che snorted and laughed, not shy away from the fact that his throne had a bargain.

"Did the emperor have no plans for himself back then?" Jiang Xian asked.

"My plan is to not fight or scramble to be a rich prince. Only after the opportunity is delivered to him... In fact, the late emperor has tried several times, and the elder brother's people have tempted me, wanting to see me make mistakes, but I have never lacked money and status since I was a child. It doesn't work if the bait is shallow, but he is reluctant to let me see it too clearly."

Therefore, whether it is male or female, you have to raise your children in wealth.

Look at the confidence that comes from the power of gold and silver.

The evil rich second generation!

The road to the throne was not pleasant. As soon as Xie Che mentioned it, he remembered the two dead half-brothers and the appearance of the late emperor before he died: "Don't you name it? I'll think about a few first, and Xian'er will pick it."

Xie Yi, Rui, Zhao, Xie Yao... He said several times in a row, and they all sounded good. Finally, he added: "I have also thought about the word "de", but praising a prince for good morals is too wide, and it will not be too late to use it as a title in the future."

Jiang Xian read these names all over his mind, and silently chanted Xie De and stopped: "Everything else is good, but I don't like this character De."

Homophony deducts big points.

"If you don't like it, choose someone else. Choose what you like. Most of the time, I will only shout to you."

All the meanings are good, Jiang Xian is a little troubled.

The name is a bit weird. Someone in my hometown said that her father originally named her Jiang Xian. Later, she added the word "女" as a radical, but she was unable to spare until she died.

Xie Che asked her to go slowly, so he gave the meal first, and asked Zheng Qiu to make a pot of tea. After tasting it, he became surprised: "This tea is good, and it is like a Longjing that I admire the concubine."

"The emperor is so keen, it is the imperial concubine who rewards the concubine."

Xie Che:...

OK, I turned around and sent Gu Wanyi there.

He was not surprised. He understood the dog-tempered concubine very much. He loved her and hated her and wanted to die. He was divided into any good things she liked. The grave grass she hated grew taller than others.

After the meal, the two of them took a walk to digest food. Jiang Xian thought about resettlement, but Liang Yuyin brought eight new dishes: "What is the emperor doing? I can't eat at all. The emperor is now using midnight snacks to get up tomorrow, and he may have to accumulate food."

But Xie Che said that this is not for people to eat.

Jiang Xian was about to say that there were no kittens or dogs in Bihua Palace, but she remembered that there was someone living in the side palace: "Even if the emperor doesn't like Chen Changzai, don't bury her like this." When the palace servants heard this, they would look down on Chen Changzai.

"Xian'er thought it was a mess, this is a tribute."

Liang Yuyin put some fresh tribute fruits on it and lit incense candles.

The emperor was very skilled in the superstitious process of asking Gods and worshiping Buddhas. He asked the Buddha to let the eldest prince dream tonight for his diligence and work for the people.

This superstitious behavior made Jiang Xian stunned.

After finishing this trick, he pulled her to the couch to sleep.

Seeing that he fell asleep successfully, Jiang Xian threw a skill at him.

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At the same time.

So hungry, so fragrant...

Chen Chang was sniffing and quietly touching the main hall. The palace maid who was vigilant was caught by the watch. Zheng Qiu was puzzled. Zheng Qiu was puzzled. If he had to dress up better if his master could not serve the bed, he would have to dress up better!

"Miss Pinqiu, aren't that table of good wine and food?" Chen Chang asked in a low voice.

Ziqiu: "… Chen Changzai, that's a tribute."

"Even so many Buddhas can't finish them."

Zhengqiu: "It's not okay to eat it if you can't finish it... Mianxia, ​​come here and go to the kitchen to make a midnight snack for Chen Changzai. Please don't worry about the tribute."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!