Cang Qiao smiled coldly on her side: "Of course, I am following His Majesty's will and letting Zhou Chen go."
With that said, he turned around and left leisurely.
After Cang Qiao left, Emperor Ming looked extremely ugly and smashed the brush on the table.
He didn't know why, but he always felt as if something was out of his control.
But Cang Qiao, although the knife in his hand was willful and arrogant, she still listened to him and was willing to let Zhou Chen go.
The only variable is Ming Lanruo...
Emperor Ming's eyes flashed with murderous intent. Ming Lanruo's instability not only affected his favorite son, Shangguan Hongye, but also his most loyal weapon, Cang Qiao.
She must die!
Only by removing all unstable factors can everything get back on track.
"But, Your Majesty, if you kill Concubine Ming, what will happen to your horse?" Chun Zhaoyi's worried voice sounded.
Emperor Ming was stunned, and then he realized that he had actually spoken out what was in his heart.
And his beloved concubine Chun Zhaoyi walked in without knowing when she was carrying a bird's nest.
"Who allowed you to break in without being summoned!" Emperor Ming stared at Chun Zhaoyi angrily and gloomily, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Chun Zhaoyi immediately knelt down, tears fell, and she said delicately: "Lang Jun asked your father-in-law to summon the slave family to come over. Will Lang Jun spare the slave?"
She secretly called Emperor Ming to be her husband to spice things up, and now the husband and slaves are talking softly and timidly.
Her posture is completely charming and weak that men like most.
This is a gesture only made by the Yangzhou thin horse who was trained by the madam from a young age. Naturally, it is different from that of other ladies in the palace.
Emperor Ming felt soft-hearted and most of his anger had dissipated. He could only calm down and wave his hands casually: "Okay, just get up."
Chun Zhaoyi then stood up gracefully, walked to Emperor Ming's side on her knees, and gently massaged his legs for him——
"The slave family relies on your favor to be what it is today. Your life is at stake in your heart. I am afraid that if your husband's body and bones are not good, and without Ming Fei to treat you, won't I be eaten by the people in the harem?"
Emperor Ming liked Chun Zhaoyi, a dodder who could only live by herself.
He snorted coldly: "Is she the only one in the world who can treat horse rheumatism? I already have a good doctor!"
Chun Zhaoyi was stunned, but she didn't expect that she had accidentally discovered a big secret.
She immediately said with joy on her face: "I want to explain that the concubine relies on her own medical skills and is disrespectful in front of His Majesty, but there is actually someone who can treat His Majesty for her. How great!"
She said with a worried look on her face: "But Your Majesty, are you sure that the other party is really capable of curing your illness?"
Chun Zhaoyi's delicate and worried look made Emperor Ming feel a lot more comfortable.
He patted Chun Zhaoyi's butt and sneered: "Don't worry, Zhou Chen is somewhat useful. He has recommended a new doctor who is experienced in medicine. I asked the experienced doctor to see him twice. He is really good."
Isn't he still young and prosperous these days?
Emperor Ming stroked his beard and raised the corners of his lips gloomily: "I will never bet on one person. Ming Lanruo's little medical skills cannot restrain me!"
When Chun Zhaoyi heard this, her eyes rolled slightly: "But, how did General Zhou hide the truth and bring Taoist priests into the palace? Will it anger Master Qiantui? After all, Master Qiantui is accompanying you when you are making alchemy?"
She had no idea that Zhou Chen had enshrined a new Taoist priest to the emperor.
The emperor still had quite a few of them.
"Hmph, Cang Qiao has been a bit proud of his favor recently. He probably thinks that I will never be the same if I leave him and need to be taught a lesson." Emperor Ming snorted coldly.
Just like Zhou Chen said, he favored Cang Qiao too much and should give Cang Qiao a beating at the right time.
Moreover, it is also a good thing that Zhou Chen can offer useful Taoist priests to him.
Chun Zhaoyi leaned against Emperor Ming softly and softly, breathed into his ear and said softly: "Your Majesty, the Holy Ming!"
Emperor Ming took Chun Zhaoyi into his arms and went to the inner hall.
…
It's the third day of this torment again.
Chun Zhaoyi then gathered her clothes and came out of the inner hall, watching her father-in-law and her father-in-law leading the people and the sedan chair over.
She walked up to her father-in-law and whispered the words of today's emperor.
However, Eunuch He looked calm and unsurprised, and simply said: "Ms. Chun Zhaoyi has done an excellent job. All you have to do is serve His Majesty as always."
Chun Zhaoyi understood immediately when he saw this. It seemed that there was really nothing he could hide from Dongchang.
only……
She thought for a while, wondering if Concubine Ming knew that she should find a way to send a message to Concubine Ming.
Naturally, she couldn't let Concubine Ming be killed by the emperor. She would have to rely on Concubine Ming for the rest of her life.
…
A few days later, Ming Lanruo received the news sent by Chun Zhaoyi, and then read the news secretly sent by Concubine Zhou from Prince Qin's Mansion.
The Zhou family has been really busy lately.
Zhou Chen asked people to join him vertically and horizontally, and at the same time, he tightened his grip on the King of Qin who had been named the prince, but did not hold a ceremony.
At the same time, he sent people to the emperor's side, trying to gain Cang Qiao's favor from the emperor.
She burned both notes thoughtfully and looked towards the horizon.
In the evening, dark rain clouds appeared in the sky again. Chunhe looked at the sky and said: "It looks like the weather is going to change."
Ming Lanruo smiled softly: "Yes, things are going to change."
The cold wind blew up her soft black hair, and fine raindrops fell with the sound of thunder.
Tick-tock, tick-tock fell all over the yard.
She suddenly remembered the last time she and that man were leaning against each other on a rainy night, and the way he held her hand while playing chess.
She hadn't seen that man for seven or eight days again. She knew that he had been extremely busy recently.
Recently, everyone in the government and the public has said that Nine Thousand Years Old Cang Qiao seems to have offended His Majesty, and His Majesty has become much colder towards Cang Qiao.
Therefore, even though they were both in the capital, she could not go to see him in order not to further anger Emperor Ming.
Ming Lanruo narrowed her eyes and said softly: "Chunhe, send a letter to Master Qiantose, saying... no matter how busy you are, you must take care of yourself and don't take medicine randomly."
"Since Ruoruo misses Master Qiantzu so much, why don't you go to Dongchang in person?"
A cool and gentle voice suddenly sounded behind Ming Lanruo.
Ming Lanruo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned around and saw that a young scholar in a plain white robe had stood by the door without knowing it.
His slender eyes were like mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and he was dressed in a white robe with wide sleeves, making him extremely pure and elegant.
Ming Lanruo opened her eyes slightly and said in shock: "Yin... Yin scholar?"
"It's been a long time since I've come to see my dear lady, and she's worried about me." The young scholar walked in.
Chunhe watched his master holding back and not rushing over. He chuckled to himself, quietly retreated, and closed the door for them.
"You...why are you here?" Ming Lanruo coughed lightly, casually picked up a round fan, and walked to him swaying lightly.