"This... is a bit difficult." Ye Liangchen frowned and looked embarrassed. It was difficult to marry Su Huanhuan, but it was still possible to work hard. But if she was asked to be a side room, I was afraid that Su Youzhang would oppose it happily, and his father would not let him do anything randomly.

"Then whatever you want, don't blame me for not giving you a chance." Leng Rutong didn't force him. He didn't want to marry him. She had other ways to make Su Huanhuan angry.

Leng Rutong walked towards the front hall, and Ye Liangchen was stunned and hurriedly caught up.

The front hall was really a high-density crowd place. Damn, dozens of people were squeezed inside. There were not enough chairs, and there were people sitting directly on the ground. Some people sat on the threshold. Seeing Leng Rutong Shanshan coming, the group of people rushed up before Leng Rutong approached the door.

If they hold a few more microphones in their hands, Leng Rutong will definitely feel like ace superstars appearing.

"Oh, what kind of wind is blowing today? So many people have come to the Seven Emperor Mansion, which has always been ignored." Leng Rutong said coldly to herself, walked into the front hall, followed by a group of people.

"Seventh imperial concubine, I brought my little daughter to become a disciple." A middle-aged man in a brocade robe responded first. He must be an official, but unfortunately Leng Rutong didn't recognize him.

Leng Rutong glanced at Ye Qianzhi who was sitting on the chair and stared at her intently, and said teasingly: "Is it possible that the Seventh Prince also came to become a disciple?"

"No." Ye Qianzhi answered her directly: "I'm just here to determine if you are really alive." Ye Qianzhi couldn't help but sigh. When he went back last night, he felt that he was still in his dream, otherwise how could Leng Rutong suddenly live? If he knew that she was still alive, he wouldn't marry Xiang Anxin.

He regretted it so much that his intestines were blushed. Why didn't he believe that she was alive like Ye Fengya?

"Sorry, I went to the King of Hell. The King of Hell said that I still have many people who have not cleaned up. If I don't accept me, I have no choice but to come back." Leng Rutong took the tea brought by the servant and slapped it and said to the group of black people standing in front of me: "Don't stand, sit, it's rare that my Seventh Emperor Mansion is so lively today, there is not enough chairs. It doesn't matter. Manager Zhao, please bring the chair in."

It's shameful to ask. Everyone, look at me, I just don't want to sit, and they are competing to get close to her. Ye Liangchen walked up to the front and pushed them: "Let you sit down, it's useless to stick to the Seventh Princess like this."

Leng Rutong laughed loudly. This guy knew to maintain order and have a future for training.

Only when he pushed this way did the people who came here dare to sit down accordingly. They were all Chinese people in uniform, with their fathers and even their wives. Leng Rutong smiled and said, "Why do you want to become a disciple? What kind of master do you want to be a disciple? The art of resurrection?"

When everyone heard this, they were covered in black lines, but it was really good to be able to learn this technique of resurrection.

A fat big Biaozi asked with interest: "The Seventh Princess really knows the art of resurrection?"

Leng Rutong squirted out a mouthful of tea. Damn, someone really believed it. Can I use this trick to deceive? She thought about it and smiled: "This kind of thing can only be understood, not expressed in words. My husband, Taoist Master Liansheng, is not as famous as some first-class women."

Anyway, she was free, so Leng Rutong wanted to talk nonsense with them. When Ye Fengya came back, she would drive them away so that she would not be lonely.

"But he can't teach you this kind of top witchcraft. Give up your mind. Oh, let's forget it, just be a disciple, it's okay to drink tea. The best Longjing was brought back from the Kingdom of Disaster a few days ago."

"Seventh Princess, we are not here to revive the dead, but just want to let the little girl be the master of the Seventh Princess and teach her how to paint with sand that she performed last night."

How could Leng Rutong not know that they came for this? It’s a pity that she didn’t have so much spare time to play with such a daughter-in-law.

"Actually, there is no need to teach this thing. If you let them stay in the sand every day, they will know it by themselves." Leng Rutong stopped and said, "Besides, this sand is a matter of painting, and the sand-spreading hands must be strong. How can these girls do it without the power of having a chicken? It's not that I don't want to collect it, but I can't collect it."

Leng Rutong shook her head and expressed helplessness.

"The Seventh Princess, I am just a daughter. She doesn't like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so I want to learn something new from the Seventh Princess. If there is any difficulty in the Seventh Princess, I will definitely cooperate with you." At the beginning, the middle-aged man in black brocade robe returned to her secretly.

Leng Rutong hooked his finger towards Ye Liangchen who was standing beside him, and Ye Liangchen hurried to her. "What kind of official is this person?"

"Cao Jiba, Minister of War."

"Puff..." Ye Liangchen's words made Leng Rutong laugh out loud. He held Ye Liangchen's shoulder with one hand and smiled so hard that his name was Cao. It's enough. You have to call him Cao Jiba... Damn, do you want such a heavy taste?

Ye Liangchen twitched slightly. Is his answer so funny? He didn't answer wrong. What was she laughing? The group of people sitting there laughed happily when they saw her laughing so happily. Maybe she was in a better mood and took the apprentice away.

"Cough..." Leng Rutong seemed to have laughed enough and coughed lightly: "That... Master Cao Ji, puff..." Leng Rutong couldn't help laughing again. Damn, it's too heavy, this parents' name is so talented.

"What's wrong with the imperial concubine? Please tell me." Cao Jiba looked at her with a cautious look. He didn't know why he could laugh so happily. His name was not funny. In ancient times, people didn't call Xiaodi brother **, so naturally they didn't understand what she was laughing at.

"Well... Actually, my daughter of your family, I thought she was a good material at first glance, but I didn't dare to take it away." Leng Rutong sighed lightly, as if it was a pity.

"How do you say this?" Cao Jiba asked quickly. Everyone was puzzled. What else could the Seventh Emperor dare not accept disciples? She was not even afraid of the emperor and Concubine Ning, so what else would she be afraid of?

"You also saw the birthday party last night. I had an opinion with Concubine Ning. Many of you should be disciples of Taifu Ning. Now you sent your daughter to me as disciples. How could I know what you are doing?" Leng Rutong glanced coldly, and everyone present changed their faces.

"Please rest assured, I have no other bad intentions." Everyone replied in unison.

Leng Rutong laughed out loud: "Don't panic, I just doubt it like this. You also know that you should not have the intention to harm others, but you should be careful of others."

"Then please tell me what the empress should do to make the empress believe in me." Finally, a enlightened person spoke Leng Rutong's thoughts.

Leng Rutong stretched out her slender jade finger and picked up the teacup on the table and sipped the tea. Then she said slowly: "Actually, you also know that the Seventh Prince is the assistant minister of the Thirteenth Prince, and it is not suitable to get too close to all the ministers. First, the emperor will doubt it, and thus implicate the Thirteenth Prince. Second, if someone with a heart catches the handle, then my husband can't explain it clearly."

A group of officials looked at me, and I looked at you, as if they were thinking about the purpose of what she said.

Leng Rutong lowered her teacup and stood up: "That's all for getting a disciple. If you have time, you are welcome to come to the mansion to sit down."

"Seventh Princess, if you don't want to accept these officials, then take over the little girl from Caomin's family." A voice sounded, Leng Rutong raised her eyes and looked at the back. A fat man dressed in a very rich and greasy face pulled a girl of six or seven years old and walked up to him.

"The Seventh Princess, Caomin's family is not an official. As long as the Seventh Princess is willing to accept his daughter as his disciple, Caomin will do his best if the Seventh Princess has any instructions." The fat man said it sincerely.

Leng Rutong hooked his finger at Ye Liangchen again: "Who is this person?"

"The head of the Huzi Escort Agency, many royal goods were escorted by them."

"Oh..." Leng Rutong said thoughtfully. He had not attended the birthday party yesterday. How did he know that he could make sand paintings? "Huzi, I haven't accepted the daughters of so many officials, but I just accepted your family. Do you think they will be convinced?"

"this..."

"Dad, it's fine if she doesn't teach her. I don't want to learn it yet. We can take our oil-dried crabs back and eat it myself." The little girl said in a silly voice. Although the words were not very nice, they really made people feel angry.

Leng Rutong then realized that the little girl was holding a bamboo basket in her hand, sucking the air hard, and she could smell the tempting aroma of vegetables.

"Hey, little p-child, you can't take this gift back. Come and see what delicious food you brought to my sister." Leng Rutong walked over, squatted down and grabbed the food in her hand. This action made everyone blacken again. Then she remembered that she had brought gifts, and hurriedly took out her and piled it on the table in front.

There were a lot of tables all over the place, and Leng Rutong waved her hand: "What are you doing? I dare not accept this thing. Whoever wants to study for one? I can't say that my husband has formed a clan and has private interests and accepts bribes, so don't harm me."

"My husband is honest and lives a poor life. If you don't care about these gifts, you don't need to take them back." Leng Rutong sat back on the Sequoia Grand Master's Chair, sitting on the highest-end Sequoia Grand Master's Chair, with a jade tea cup on her hand. She could even say that they lived a poor life without blushing.

If she had said this before, people might have believed it, but today they had been in the Seventh Emperor Mansion for a whole morning and had already completely changed their minds about the Seventh Prince. This is not the unpopular seventh prince. The food they eat is several times better than they don’t know.

Everyone's faces twitched, and they took the initiative to take the gifts on the table. It was not that they listened to Leng Rutong's words, but that they felt that the things they gave were really shabby compared with the Seven Emperors' Mansions, so they planned to take them back and give them a better gift tomorrow.

Everyone was thinking, no wonder the Seventh Princess kept biting and not accepting disciples. It turned out that it was this. She accepted the gifts from the little girls just to remind them that it was time to give them a gift. Then she glanced at the gifts and said that she lived a poor life. She must have thought that their gifts were too bad. Everyone suddenly realized it.

Leng Rutong stole the little girl's bamboo cage without hesitation. The little girl looked at her with a sad look, but she had no fear of her.

Leng Rutong opened the bamboo cover, and the aroma of the vegetables inside was so fragrant, but she looked at the oily and disgusted in the next second, covering her chest and vomited. Ye Liangchen was about to ask her what was wrong, but Leng Rutong's eyes turned dark and she fell to the side. Ye Liangchen was about to pick it up, but a gust of wind was snatched away.

Leng Rutong fell safely in Ye Qianzhi's arms.

"Imperial Concubine...Imperial Concubine, what's wrong with you?" Xiaobi shouted in fear: "Call the imperial doctor quickly and report to the seventh prince immediately." But she still ordered calmly, and then she looked at Ye Qianzhi calmly: "Third Prince, please give the imperial concubine to my servant."

She stretched out her hands and looked at Ye Qianzhi sharply. This is her grandfather's woman, why should this guy touch her?

Ye Qianzhi looked at the woman in his arms and had no intention of letting go.

"Third Prince, men and women should not kiss each other, please let go." Seeing that he did not let go, Xiaobi reached out and snatched it. Although Ye Qianzhi struggled at all, he could not resist Xiaobi's strength. Xiaobi hugged Leng Rutong and touched her forehead, and then his face was better.

Manager Zhao ran in in a panic. Seeing Leng Rutong fainted, he almost fainted: "What's going on? How can this guy explain it when he comes back."

"Manager Zhao, don't panic. The imperial concubine should be fine. Maybe there are too many people here. In addition, the weather is hot, don't worry too much. The doctor will come soon." Xiaobi took out a handkerchief to wipe Leng Rutong's sweat. Seeing her thin woman, she actually hugged Leng Rutong without feeling tired at all. She thought she was very skilled.

Ye Qianzhi couldn't hold the beauty, and grabbed the head of the Huzi Escort Agency and said, "Say, what is it inside?"

"Caomin, Caomin really didn't put anything else, just the child's mother made of vegetable oil and drizzled crabs." The tiger was already scared. Although he had been through ups and downs, he could not afford to commit the crime of murdering the imperial concubine.

"Caomin has a thousand courage, but he dares not attack the imperial concubine." Hu Zi held the little girl's head and protected her in his arms.

"No matter what you put or not, today your thing hurts the Seventh Princess, and those who hurt her should die." Ye Qianzhi said ruthlessly, and his hand squeezed into Huzi's neck with force.

Ye Liangchen was shocked by his third brother's murderous intent, but then ran up and grabbed him: "Third brother, this matter has not been clear yet, don't be impulsive." Oh my God, why is the third prince who has always been the most loyal to him, more impulsive than him?

"The doctor is here, the doctor is here." Someone shouted, and the doctor was pulled into the room by the guards in a hurry. He explored Leng Rutong's breath, took his pulse again, and then smiled and said, "No major injury, no major injury, the imperial concubine is tired, so hurry up and help her to the bed to rest. You have to be careful when you are pregnant."

"What!!!!" The room was full of exclamations. Ye Fengya, who was at the door, rushed in like crazy, hugged Leng Rutong from Xiaobi's hand, and stroked his cheek with heartache. This girl, he was not here for a while, and something happened to him, which made him nervous and rushed back in one step.

"Doctor, what did you just say?" Ye Fengya looked at Leng Rutong in surprise and asked the doctor.

"The imperial concubine has been pregnant for one month. Seventh Prince, you have to be more modest and not let her work too hard." The doctor was still blunt when he said this, but Ye Fengya's face turned red. What a devil's face, he said directly in front of so many people!

Leng Rutong also blushed, because she was so desperate that she woke up at this time, but she could only continue to pretend to be dizzy at this moment, but her tender and white face had already betrayed her. Ye Fengya buried her head in her arms and coughed: "Thank you, Doctor, Manager Zhao, give the doctor one hundred taels of silver."

After Ye Fengya said that, she hugged Leng Rutong happily and left, leaving a bunch of visitors. You look at me, I look at you. It is a good thing to be happy, and they couldn't help but smile.

Only Ye Qianzhi and Ye Liangchen looked melancholy. One month, it was exactly one month since the empress dowager passed away. Ye Qianzhi and Ye Liangchen looked at each other tacitly. Just as Ye Liangchen was about to say something, Ye Qianzhi gave him a look: "What's the matter? Let's talk about it when he goes back."

"Sorry, princes and sir, if you have something to do in the mansion, I won't treat you anymore. Please come back." Manager Zhao started to drive the guests away. He has been staying at home for a long time and has not yet gone back.

Ye Qingrou smiled: "Manager Zhao, I want to go and see the Seventh Princess, can you?"

Manager Zhao shook his head: "Miss Shangshu, I know that you know the imperial concubine, but now my master will definitely not let you argue with her. Come again the next day."

Under the urge of Manager Zhao, a group of people finally left and returned the quietness that should be as good as the Seven Emperors Mansion.

*******

"Tong'er, Tong'er, you are happy, I have a child." Ye Fengya hugged Leng Rutong and cheered, dancing in the garden.

"Hey, brother, you have to dance and celebrate, you can do whatever you want. Can you please put me down? The child in your stomach is almost shaking into a concussion?" Leng Rutong rolled her eyes. This guy treated himself as a sandbag, raising him around and throwing him around.

When Ye Fengya heard this, she immediately stopped moving and carefully put her down gently, pulling her tightly with both hands, as if she was afraid that she would fall.

"My good husband, I'm just pregnant with a child, and I'm only one month old. Not long after fertilization, I fell and tripped and knocked, and it won't be a problem. Please let me loose your tight hand!" Leng Rutong suddenly increased his voice and roared at Ye Fengya.

Ye Fengya's hand relaxed a little, but his hand did not let go. He laughed: "Be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years." Although Leng Rutong's modern words were strange, they did not show them. His Tonger was originally unique and it was normal to speak differently.

"Oh, now I know to be careful. When I was so troubled by me last night, why didn't I think there might be a child in my stomach? You idiot made me so tired!" Leng Rutong stretched out her feet and kicked Ye Fengya.

"Don't, Tong'er, don't do this. You are pregnant now. I'll hit myself. Can you? I'll kick my left foot and right foot. Come on, sit on the flower chair. How do you want me to hit me yourself? You command." Ye Fengya put her on the flower chair in the garden like a trait.

He walked up to her seriously, stretched out his left foot and kicked himself with his right foot. Leng Rutong also looked at him lazily, and she wanted to see how this guy wanted to play. "Xiaobi, go get some fruits, I want to enjoy my husband's self-harm here."

"Tong'er, you are not so cruel, right?" Ye Fengya looked at her with a grievance.
To be continued...