Zhu Jing came out from behind the mica screen, casually tied up in his loose pajamas, and softly called out to the second concubine Xianzhuang who came here specifically to express her gratitude.

"Everyone, sit down." He ordered as he walked to the vermilion throne and sat down.

The second concubine then came to sit on the embroidered palace stool inlaid with beads and jade that Feng Bao had brought.

"My concubine likes the mink fur sent by the Holy One very much."

Concubine Zhuang said dryly. The saint on the throne had dark hair hanging down, and there was still moisture on his body. His back was lazily leaning on the seat of the chair. He was a little less majestic and a little more unrestrained than before, which really made her happy.

It made my heart jump.

If it were in the past, she would have spoken in a coquettish and coquettish way at this moment, but at this moment she could not be coquettish, probably because half of her attention was focused on the door of the tent, and she was terrified.

The imperial concubine will suddenly come back.

She felt half fear and half regret. She didn't know what kind of devil she was possessed by, but she was so excited by Concubine Xian's few words that she followed her on this trip.

"As long as you like it." Zhu Jing's eyes fell from her face, and he picked up the agate cup containing deer blood wine from the black lacquer table next to him, "Do you have anything else to do here?"

Concubine Zhuang reflexively went to see Concubine Xian.

Zhu Jing paused in holding the cup, and turned his eyes to glance at Concubine Xian.

Concubine Xian did not speak, but looked hesitantly at the palace attendants around her.

Zhu Jing waved his hand to the palace people in the tent to retreat.

When the tent door was closed again, Concubine Xian showed some embarrassment, and she said in a somewhat unspeakable voice: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. It is related to your honor, and I don't dare to speak nonsense. But if you don't tell the truth to Your Majesty,

, I feel uneasy in my heart."

Zhu Jing's eyes darkened slightly when he heard her mention the word "noble concubine".

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Concubine Xian gritted her teeth and seemed to make up her mind and said, "Today, when I took the eldest prince to relax in the forest, I unexpectedly saw the scene of the imperial concubine... reminiscing with old friends."

After saying that, he knelt down and apologized: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. Maybe it was because I was far away from my concubine at the time, so I can't tell for sure."

"Oh, then you are indeed wrong. Today it was the imperial concubine's horse that hit someone."

The Holy Lord's understatement made Concubine Xian clench her fingers tightly, but she still had a look of shame on her face, "That was indeed a misunderstanding. At that time, I saw the Concubine asking Master Ma a concerned question, and the two of them exchanged words with each other.

Wang, I mistakenly thought that... I am guilty and made false claims before knowing the truth of the matter. I hope the Holy One will punish me."

She didn't finish her words, but they were all specious, but such words always made people a little bit fanciful.

From the corner of her eye, Concubine Xian saw the person sitting on the throne drinking wine without saying a word. She covered her eyes and said shamelessly: "This matter is caused by my concubine. However, Your Majesty, there were many palace people present at that time, so it is inevitable that there will be gossip."

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I hope the Holy One can warn them to keep their mouths shut, so as not to spread the word and damage the reputation of the empress and the royal family. After all... there were rumors of an engagement between the Wen family and the Ma family back then. Concubine Zhuang's sister also knew about it.

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Concubine Zhuang, who thought she was just here to be a foil, almost lost her breath.

She said dryly with a stiff face: "Yes... there seems to be such a rumor... Of course, the two families were close at that time, and everyone secretly speculated about it in private. I don't know who said it first.

letter."

After saying this, she subconsciously looked in the direction of the tent door. She was probably too frightened and said in a panic: "But it may be a rumor. After all, Wen Yuanfu didn't let it go in the past. He wanted to catch him."

Son-in-law."

After saying this, Concubine Zhuang shut her mouth, and Concubine Xian said nothing more.

The tent suddenly became quiet.

The person on the throne put the empty cup on the black lacquer table, closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, his Adam's apple still twitching.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and slowly looked at Concubine Xian who was kneeling on the ground.

"Don't let me listen to you talking about your concubine again."

Concubine Xian's back was stiff and she quickly apologized. Concubine Zhuang also got down from her seat and apologized in panic.

Zhu Jing took the handkerchief and slowly wiped the corners of his lips, and asked Concubine Xian: "You should know that Mr. Ma is the eldest son of Mr. Ma Ge?"

Concubine Xian felt that this question was meaningful, but she still suppressed her heart pounding and said: "I know, it's just a matter of the honor of the noble concubine, I can't show favoritism."

Zhu Jing nodded and did not respond much. On the contrary, the kneeling Concubine Zhuang quickly glanced at Concubine Xian beside her with bated breath, and a chill ran down her back.

She suddenly felt that the always respectful and gentle Concubine next to her was like a poisonous snake spitting out information.

"Okay, if you have nothing to do, just go down."

Concubine Xian and Concubine Zhuang resigned and walked out of the tent one after another, but Zhu Jing suddenly called out to Concubine Zhuang who was behind them.

After Concubine Xian paused for a moment, she continued to walk out of the tent.

Concubine Zhuang stood there uneasily. Zhu Jing looked at her and said in a calm voice: "The second prince is still young. I think it would be better for him to be raised under his biological mother's knees. Concubine Zhuang, what do you think?"

One sentence was enough to make Concubine Zhuang's hair stand on end.

The Holy Spirit is reminding her not to follow in the footsteps of Concubine Kang.

After leaving the royal tent for a long time, Concubine Zhuang's teeth were still chattering. When she saw Concubine Xian who wanted to come over to talk, she couldn't help but give her a fierce look, and then left as quickly as a snake or a scorpion.

Concubine Xian watched silently, and then continued walking to her residence.

Today, she has achieved her goal. Even if some eye drops can't see anything at the time, there is no guarantee that they won't work at certain critical moments later. What's more, she had some guesses when the Holy Emperor blocked Changxin Palace for no reason.

, is the mistake the imperial concubine committed related to other things? After all, the emperor would not be able to punish the imperial concubine for a trivial matter. Moreover, he was strictly guarded at all times so that no news of the imperial concubine's crimes could be leaked.

The queen was a bit stupid, but one sentence she felt might be on point, that is, the imperial concubine might have really done something that was not worthy of the emperor.

After entering her residence, she saw the eldest prince reviewing his lessons, and she couldn't help but show determination.

Without Mr. Ma Ge, there are still Mr. Chen Ge and Mr. Wang Ge. But if the imperial concubine continues to be so favored, I am afraid that there will be an emperor's heir soon. Once the imperial concubine gives birth to an emperor's heir, then her eldest prince will be

There is really no hope.

How could she be willing to sacrifice so much for the Wu family, and for the eldest prince to work so hard day and night, only to end up being a stepping stone for others?

It was said that Concubine Zhuang returned to her residence and saw the second prince sitting at the desk with red eyes from crying, with a crumpled book spread out in front of him. When he saw her coming in, he even shrank his neck, as if he knew he had made a mistake and was afraid that she would scold him.

Concubine Zhuang did not scold him. At this moment, she suddenly thought about it. Being an emperor or not is not bad, and being an idle prince is not bad. Isn't it better than being the king of peace?

She stepped forward, tore the book to pieces as if to vent her anger, and picked up the second prince, who had his eyes wide open in fear.

"My mother-in-law will not force you anymore."

After saying this, she suddenly felt relaxed.

Why does she want to die and go against the imperial concubine? Why not live a good life? What's more, she has an imperial heir guarding her, and she will also be a decent old concubine in the future. She will live a happy life and have hope. What is she doing?

What if you can't think about it?

I couldn't help but think of Prince Ping's ending again, and I suddenly felt frightened.

It is hard to say that Prince Ping ended up like he did today because the empress dowager had too much hope for his son to become a dragon. In the end, he not only suffered for himself, but also for his own prince.

In the imperial tent, Feng Bao came forward with a tea tray. Zhu Jing took the tea bowl and rinsed his mouth, then leaned on the seat to rest.

The light inside the tent is very bright, but it is very quiet, giving people a sense of depression for no reason.

The voice of greetings from the palace rang out from outside the tent. When the person on the throne opened her eyes, she saw that the tent door was pushed open from the outside, and a dazzling red color came in from outside the tent. She was carrying a bamboo basket and had a hairpin on her temples.

A mountain wild flower slowly moved over, as fresh and pleasant as the camellia in the mountains in the early morning. It instantly dispelled the dull atmosphere in the tent and made the entire atmosphere in the tent seem to be alive instantly.

"Yin Yin." He couldn't help but whisper when he was distracted, and then his expression quickly returned to clarity. He stood up from the throne with a smile, "How come the noble concubine came back so late, but she is so happy that she doesn't miss Shu?"

Walking to him and standing in front of him, he looked at the bamboo basket with interest, and even reached out to fiddle with it twice, "Feng Bao, you slave, why don't you come and take a look? There are some in the dishes for tonight's dinner.

There is no case for you."

Feng Baodian turned around, craned his neck to look at it, and pretended to breathe a sigh of relief, "I'm afraid that I will disappoint the Holy Emperor. This lady is not prepared to be a slave."

Seeing the confused look on the face of the imperial concubine, Feng Bao smiled and explained the reason, and finally said: "Thanks to the empress's kindness, otherwise the Holy One would have to watch the joke of the slave eating grass."

"You talkative." Zhu Jing scolded him lightly and handed the basket over, "Why don't you hurry up and prepare meals."

"The slave obeys the order."

Zhu Jing wanted to put his arms around her, but she turned away and dodged him.

"My concubine is dirty right now." Wen Yin casually pushed the loose hair behind her ears. While the petals on her temples were fluttering, her face stained with mud was also revealed. "Your Majesty, you just finished taking a bath.

I'm going to make you dirty. Nian Xia, go down and get someone to prepare water."

Zhu Jing's outstretched arm felt a little cold. He smiled at her dirty cheek, wiped the gray stain with his fingertips, and teased: "Like a mud monkey."

Nian Xia resigned, and when he turned to leave, Zhu Jing's eyes accidentally glanced at the wild flowers on the other side's temples. Even the wild flowers with the same color were placed on the temples in the same position as his imperial concubine's. The only difference was that one was on the left and the other on the right.

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"How is your harvest today, Your Majesty?"

Wen Yin saw that his eyes were fixed on Nian Xia for a long time. After what happened with Nian Dong, she became alert and couldn't help but interrupt his concentration.

Zhu Jingdun retracted his gaze and glanced at Nian Xia's lips and chin for a moment. The inexplicable feeling of kindness made his eyes narrow slightly. But before he could think about it further, the imperial concubine's words rang out again.

"I heard that the Holy One shot a snow-white mink?"
To be continued...