Luo Ling brought the ginseng soup to the emperor's bedroom. The bedroom was majestic, with all kinds of gold and jade artifacts, which were very majestic. I saw Bailiu inside, discussing something with the emperor. The emperor looked a little old and gray.
The hair doesn't look like a young man in his forties at all, but it looks like an old man in his twilight years.
Luo Ling carefully served the ginseng soup and walked in with light steps: "Long live the emperor." Luo Ling knelt down and greeted the emperor.
When the emperor saw that it was Qiu Mu, he just glanced at her faintly and said, "Get up, it was the Queen who sent you here, right?"
Qiu Mu nodded: "When the Empress was thinking about the Emperor's hard work, she specially sent her servants to present the ginseng soup made by the Emperor every day to nourish the Emperor."
The emperor didn't raise his head, and said something to Baili, and ordered: "Let it go."
Luo Ling put down the ginseng soup and walked out. Seeing that the emperor hadn't drunk it, she quietly hid by the window and heard the emperor say to Baili, "It's ginseng soup again. Do your mother wish I could die soon?"
"Don't be angry," Baili Qing comforted: "As long as the father does not take ginseng soup every day, the mother's plan will definitely not succeed."
The emperor laughed coldly: "Your mother is extremely ambitious. Your elder brother is also standing on her side. They all hope that I will die soon." After the emperor said that, he smashed the ginseng soup on the ground.
He said angrily.
"Don't be angry," Baili Jian comforted: "Brother is just a moment of confusion, so he helped his mother."
"Don't say good things to him. I don't know what kind of virtue he is," the emperor seemed to be angry: "I always want you to be the prince."
"Father," Baili Qing looked serious: "You know that the son minister does not have the intention to be the prince."
The emperor sighed, and he didn't say much: "Although your elder brother vented his anger with your mother's nostril, he respected me at least, otherwise he wouldn't have told me about the chronic poison in ginseng soup."
Luo Ling was shocked. Bailiba told the emperor that there was poison in the ginseng soup, so where was he standing? Didn’t he want to be the emperor? Then he should help the queen, but now even Luo Ling doesn’t know.
Who is Bailiba helping? Could it be that he will become independent?
"It can be seen that my elder brother is still in his heart," Baili Qing said, "You don't have to take your father too seriously. Since you know that your mother is poisoning you with ginseng soup, why don't you expose your mother?" Baili Qing felt a little bit
Strange, why did the father endure it for so long without an attack?
"Hmph," the emperor snorted coldly: "Your mother has done many evil things and has specialized in practicing some strange skills. I think she will be able to become a traitor when she practices. If it weren't for taking into account the power of her mother's family, I
She had been ruined long ago." The emperor slapped the table angrily and said.
"Don't calm down," Baili Yan said: "Father, now that the mother is pressing step by step, the father must find a way."
The emperor nodded, as if he had a clever plan. Luo Ling thought in his mind that he might be able to use the gap between the emperor and the queen to deal with the queen.
Luo Ling had a clever plan, and suddenly a guard found out that she was eavesdropping and caught her: "Come on, this palace maid dared to eavesdrop on the emperor's words, drag it out and hand it over to the emperor for disposal."