Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 740: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

The oil lamp on the stone table swayed in the night wind, casting the shadows of four people on the mottled palace wall.

The man who called himself "Wen Yu" was picking up the vegetables from the plate without any hesitation and eating with gusto.

"So..." Song Yuesheng tapped the table with his fingertips, "Are you really Wen Yu's younger brother?"

Wen Yu bit the tip of his chopsticks and said, "It's absolutely true. But when I was born, there was a strange phenomenon in the sky. The Imperial Astronomical Observatory said that twins were unlucky, so my father sent me to the common people."

He shrugged and twirled the chopsticks around his fingertips.

"Except for my father, my brother, and the midwife who gave birth to me, no one knew of my existence."

He suddenly leaned forward: "I won't lie to you."

The tone was so sincere that it was almost innocent.

"real."

Song Yuesheng narrowed her eyes. The moonlight illuminated half of her face, while the other half was hidden in the shadows. "Actually, I have a quick way to tell if you are lying."

"Did you learn it from the Ministry of Justice?" Wen Yu tilted his head, his hair falling on his shoulders, "Or your general father?"

"neither."

Song Yuesheng spoke slowly, "But if that method is used, it will not be a good thing for me. So... I can temporarily recognize you as Wen Yu's twin brother."

"What do you mean by temporarily?" Wen Yu put down his chopsticks. "I really am. You will know tomorrow when my brother announces to the world that he will make me king."

Song Yuesheng suddenly chuckled: "He won't kill you?"

"I've already said that my brother and I are twin brothers from the same mother. I came here on orders. Why would you kill me?"

Wen Yu was so angry that he turned around in a circle.

He suddenly took a quick step to Song Yuesheng, so close that he could count her eyelashes: "I told you so many secrets..."

He hooked a strand of her hair with his fingertips and sniffed it.

"Shouldn't you reciprocate?"

Song Yuesheng pressed the other end of the chopsticks against his forehead and pushed him away: "Please respect yourself, I am your sister-in-law."

Wen Yu smiled nonchalantly and moved closer: "Deposing a queen in the palace is the same as divorcing a wife in the common people."

As he spoke, his hot breath brushed past her ears, startling Zhiqi so much that he pulled a dagger from his sleeve.

Song Yuesheng shook his head imperceptibly, and then he reluctantly loosened his knuckles.

"I won't ask you anything," Wen Yu suddenly stepped back, resting his hands on the stone table. The moonlight cast the shadow of his eyelashes on his cheek, "I just want to know your name."

He tilted his head like a child asking for candy.

Song Yuesheng raised an eyebrow: "You know I have a general father, but you don't know my name?"

"I'm talking about the nickname." Wen Yu poked the empty bowl in front of her confidently, "How can I show my ambitions if I don't know the nickname?"

Everyone: "..."

The wind blows, bringing cool breezes.

Song Yuesheng slowly put down his chopsticks: "The first step is to depose the queen, the next step is to depose the emperor and sit in that position yourself?"

"That won't happen." Wen Yu waved his hand, a few grains of rice falling from his sleeves, "I'm not interested in the throne. That position is exhausting, whoever wants to sit on it can sit on it."

He suddenly moved closer, his nose almost touching hers.

"So, you understand..."

Song Yuesheng: "..."

She didn't really want to understand.

"Just tell me." Wen Yu pulled her sleeve and shook it, "I won't tell anyone else."

"I'm timid," Song Yuesheng pulled back his sleeves, "I don't dare to contact outsiders."

Wen Yu sneered, and his fingertips ran across the vegetable patch in the yard and the dishes and food on the table: "These...shouldn't be taken from Dichen Garden alone, right?"

He suddenly turned around, and the hem of his clothes blew up a gust of wind.

"Is this cowardice?"

Song Yuesheng held his forehead helplessly: "Okay. Ah meow, the meow of a cat."

Anyway, the original owner doesn’t have a nickname, so just use anything.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yu's face suddenly darkened.

Under the moonlight, his eyes were as dark as ink: "Can you please stop being so perfunctory? Everything I told you is true. And you're not the only one who knows about me."

He glanced at the three people who were clearing the dishes.

"If you didn't think they were close to you, you wouldn't have kept them."

A gentle complaining tone, saying the most frightening words.

The two people's eyes collided in the air, splashing invisible sparks.

After a long while, Song Yuesheng said softly, "No, I'm not being perfunctory. I loved raising cats when I was a child, and my mother called me that for a few years."

"I've eaten and asked for your name, please go back."

She turned around and continued making window frames with the three of them.

We had already found a way during the day.

Now we are only two steps away from replacing all the windows in the three rooms where four people live.

"Ah meow~ The window frame should be installed like this~"

"Ah meow~ the nail is crooked~"

"Meow......"

Song Yuesheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and broke the wooden stick in his hand with a "crack".

Then he told him a decent nickname that was suitable for the fact that the old master of the Song Mansion was a tutor and was quite knowledgeable.

"Stop! I'm telling you, Ah Heng! Hengwu's Heng!"

"It would have been nice to tell the truth earlier."

Wen Yu climbed in through the window with a smile on his face and helped her install the window frame neatly.

Under the moonlight, the pair of eyes that looked exactly like the emperor's were filled with the bright smile that was unique to young people.

It was already three quarters past midnight when Wen Yu left.

Silence returned to Canwu Palace.

Blue Sparrow asked curiously, "Sister Yue, are you planning to help the male protagonist's brother who is interested in you to become the hero? After all, they look the same, and it doesn't say that the queen must be the male protagonist's queen, so this way you can also meet the mission conditions."

"But we can't kill the hero."

"He is the emperor, so it should be difficult for others to take action."

Song Yuesheng paused as she was making the bed: "Your plan will take at least ten or twenty years to complete. The longer you delay, the greater the variables will be."

She shook out the covers and continued.

"Besides, he may not be the male protagonist..."

Blue Sparrow was so frightened that its feathers exploded: "Ah? The hero Wen Yu has lost his memory?"

"Not sure." Song Yuesheng looked out the window, "We have to wait until tomorrow to see if there will be an imperial decree as Wen Yu said."

In fact, this can be tested by using the thought of killing.

But now the heroine has not arrived yet, and the Queen Mother and Wen Yu are secretly fighting again. She can't waste an opportunity so quickly.

**

Noon the next day.

An imperial edict shocked the court and the country.

Emperor Ming Zhao's younger brother attended the morning court, was conferred the title of Prince Yi, and was allowed to enter and leave the palace at any time.

This kind of honor is the first of its kind.

Inside and outside the palace walls, whispers flowed like the wind.

But the name most circulated in the palace was "Wen Jibai".

It was probably changed to avoid the holy name.

As dusk deepened, the glazed tiles of the Chenque Palace turned dark red.

The Queen Mother leaned back on the phoenix-patterned couch, her fingertips slowly playing with a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads.

The scent of sandalwood filled the hall, but it could not dispel the gloom between her brows.

"Empress Dowager..." A maid in lilac palace dress came up to her in small steps and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

Click——

The Buddhist beads suddenly fell on the rosewood table, startling the birds outside the hall and causing them to scatter.

The Queen Mother grabbed the armrest fiercely, and the gilded armor scratched several hideous marks on the wooden table.

"Okay...it's really great!" She chuckled, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes looked particularly deep in the candlelight.

"That bitch Rongpin cried so miserably that day that even I thought there was only one unlucky son, Wen Yu. I didn't expect that she played a double act for me, with one son raised in the deep palace and the other hidden among the people..."

She stood up slowly, her crimson-purple phoenix robe swaying behind her. "If those in the palace are useless, there are substitutes outside the palace."

The candlelight in the hall suddenly trembled, reflecting a cold light in her eyes.

"Now one is sitting on the throne, and the other is being named Yi Wang. She would probably wake up laughing in her dreams in the underworld."

The maid quickly brought the ginseng tea, the teacup trembling slightly in her hand: "Queen, calm down. Miss He will be entering the palace soon. With her by your Majesty's side, she will be able to figure out your Majesty's intentions."

"Ah......"

The Queen Mother took the teacup, rubbed her fingertips gently on the edge of the cup, and suddenly raised her eyes, "That girl is like her mother, she is too soft-tempered."

She took a sip of tea, a trace of calculation flashed in her eyes, "Go, fetch the pair of jade bracelets under my dressing table, and pick a few smart ones... How can I enter the palace without maids to serve me?"

"Slave, let's do it now."

Just as the maid was about to leave, she was stopped again.

"and many more."

The Queen Mother stroked her temples, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her lips. "Tell Yingxue that I am looking forward to her..."

The gilded armor gently brushed across the teacup, "May you bear children for your majesty soon."

In the Canwu Palace, Song Yuesheng was watering the vegetable garden.

The drum for the evening watch had already sounded, but the person who was supposed to show off the imperial edict had not shown up yet.

As a hunter, she knew too well the importance of punctuality.

Moreover, Song Yuesheng has always believed in one thing: the throne is ruthless. If you sit in that position for too long, the pillow talk can turn into a piercing arrow.

Wen Yu allowed his younger brother to enter and leave the palace freely...

Either they are so confident that they feel the other party poses no threat, or they have already administered a chronic poison and feel that he cannot cause any trouble.

Or... there must be some unavoidable inside story.