The Imperial Study

Kangxi stared at the prince who was kneeling on the ground, his face was blue and he was gritting his teeth, and the green tendons on the fists covered by his wide clothes were pumping.

"Prince, explain to me, what the hell is going on?"

Kangxi's deep voice came, which frightened His Royal Highness the Prince's face pale, but he didn't expect it to be like this, but would his own emperor Ama believe it?

"Huang Ama, things are not what you think. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is really scared now, feeling the anger coming from his Emperor Ama, His Royal Highness the Prince's answer is so pale.

"It's not what I thought, is it fake that you hugged Concubine Yi?" Kangxi shouted angrily, his face turned black.

When he was reviewing the recital today, he suddenly heard that his sixth elder brother and eighth elder brother had something to report, he didn't expect that his most trusted prince would actually hold his own woman, that was his concubine, how dare he be so bold 'hug'?

Looking at the prince kneeling on the ground, Kangxi's heart was dripping blood, this is the prince he carefully taught, this is the prince he took care of the eldest prince, he originally thought that he would hand over his position to him after a hundred years, but what did he do?

Who is Concubine Yi? That's his own concubine, even if he doesn't go to her now, but she is his own woman, the prince's nominal concubine, but he actually dares to hug his concubine, this is incest, this is disobedience!

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince couldn't refute his Emperor Ama's words, Gain, he did hug. But he really doesn't have any other ideas, and his own emperor Ama won't believe it!

"Get out, get out of here and kneel. If you don't dare to get up without my orders, see if I don't kill you!" Kangxi shook off a sentence fiercely and strode away.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince watched his Emperor Ama leave, his face turned pale a few times, and he stood up and walked out slowly, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knew that his Emperor Ama must have gone to find Concubine Yi. But Concubine Yi's weak body can withstand the wrath of her own emperor?

At this moment in Yanxi Palace, Sang Zi sat on the chair and couch carefully. The recipient watched from several of her own children, but in addition to heartache, some of her heart only chuckled.

"What do you have to say, if you don't have it, leave!" Sang Zi sighed slightly. I don't know what to think. I just feel that I am really a disaster, and I can poke out such a big cage when I go out casually.

"E-Niang, tell me why you provoked the prince, don't you know how precious the emperor Ama is to his brother?"

He's not alone. Even Yinqi, Yin's Russia and Baocheng felt that their Eniang peach blossoms were a little too overflowing. It's only been two years since this Geldan incident, and now there is another prince, and they really want to say, can you stinky men stay away from their mothers?

"E-Niang has already said this, it was E-Niang's heartache attack at that time, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was worried that E-Niang was suffering from typhoid fever, so he was ready to put E-Niang on the big one out of kindness. Sang Zi felt that this matter was really not that complicated, but the key was that the prince and his identity were too sensitive, and anyone who could pass on a little thing knew it.

"E-Niang, you also said that the prince is worried about you, but what does your words make others think?" Yinyu looked at his calm E-Niang with an anxious face, anxious: "The prince is thirteen years old this year, not three years old, even if he is worried that you are lying on the ground and have typhoid fever, but he can't touch your body!"

"That's right, Eniang, when the prince was going to hug you, you should have kicked him away, how could you let him take advantage of you?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he got a roll of his ninth brother's eyes: "Can you speak, what is it to take advantage of Eniang, it is obviously ...... is obviously the prince, he is a thief with a weak heart. Yinyu originally said a smooth sentence, but suddenly found that he couldn't say this, and as a result, he said that the prince was a thief.

"Okay, what is a thief's heart, the prince is not the kind of person you say. Although Sang Zi felt that the prince's behavior of holding herself at that time was inappropriate, but the prince was out of kindness, and she couldn't blame others against her will.

Yin Yu was dissatisfied with his mother's words, and said: "Eniang, why are you still talking to him, obviously he took advantage of your heartache to try to insult you, and he is still speaking for him like this?"

"Aixinjue Luo Yinyu, you have enough for me. Sang Zi said angrily, frowning slightly, looking at his children, and finally, his eyes fell on Yinyu's body: "Yinyu, the prince is really out of kindness this time, you can't be resentful of the prince because of this matter, have you heard?"

Bao Cheng, Yin Qi, and Yin Ru nodded under Sang Zi's gaze, but Yin Yu watched Sang Zi keep talking for the prince, and was very unhappy in his heart, but he met his mother's gaze and spit out softly: "Got it." "Three words. But when he looked at Sang Zi, his brows wrinkled unconsciously: "Eniang, you told your son the truth today, did you remember that Geerdan before you had a heartache?"

Hearing Yinyu's words, the eyes of several people in Baocheng stared at Sang Zi's eyes, and Sang Zi unconsciously dodged a little, and saw Yinyu angry: "Eniang, aren't you bitter enough to hurt Geerdan? Why can't you just forget him? Are you really like the person who grabbed your body as the outside world said?"

"Smack!"

With one hand, Sang Zi's slap fell on Yinyu's face, and in an instant a slap print, Sang Zi bit his lip, staggered and sat on the chair, his heart was as uncomfortable as a knife, and he gently snorted his eyes: "You all go, this matter is not to blame the prince, all the faults, Eniang bears it alone!"

As soon as Yin'o wanted to say something, he was pulled by Yinqi, and Baocheng gently hugged Yinyu's shoulders with a look of disbelief and walked out slowly. Zhiqin, who was standing next to him, saw his master so angry, pinched his handkerchief and tangled it a few times, and quietly halled.

Wait for her to walk to Bao Cheng and the others who are standing in the courtyard. Gently looking at the palm print on Yinyu's face, he was slightly distressed: "Brother Jiu, the master has left Yanxi Palace for the first time in two years today, but the master is in a bad mood and sprains his foot, so the slave and maid hurried back to let people prepare for Luan, as for the things I saw on the way." The slave knows that you will not believe it, but even if you do not believe it, you cannot say the words that hurt your master. Because the master, she is your biological mother!"

"Hahahahaha!"

When Yinyu heard Zhiqin's words, he couldn't help laughing, Eniang was their Eniang, but their Eniang had changed when she was captured by Geerdan. The mother who used to take gentle care of them. Now he actually beats him for other wild men.

I saw that he stopped laughing, with a sarcastic evil smile on his face, and looked at the open hall: "Lord's mother, is she?" Yinyu's finger pointed at the hall: "When she was captured, the Lord worried about her day and night and begged the Buddha, but she was good, she actually fell in love with a man who captured her." Where did she put Huang Ama and us brothers?"

Speaking of this, Yinyu shed tears sadly. His eyes flickered painfully: "I knew that she would become what she is now, I would rather she die in the Mongolian steppe two years ago." The last half of the sentence was already a roar.

There was a sudden sound of a teacup breaking in the room, Sang Zi's whole body, as if all the strength was withdrawn, was clinging to the table, his mouth was panting, the beads of sweat on his head fell one by one, and everyone standing outside the hall was instantly surrounded by that rich aroma.

Zhiqin's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly ran into the palace, and Bao Cheng's expressionless face became gloomy, and he directly grabbed Yinyu's arm and dragged him outside, followed by Yinqi Yinyu, only to see them looking at Baocheng in front of him with an angry face and dragging Yinyu, although he wanted to say something, he pinched his fingers tightly and slowly lowered his head.

At this moment, Sang Zi, her face was pale and weak, lying on the table, the tears on her face fell one by one, and her sadness appeared on her expressionless face and pierced her heart.

Suddenly, she smiled, and the pale face without a little blood put on a suffocating smile, Zhiqin wanted to say, master, don't laugh, the slave looked distressed. However, she couldn't do anything, she could only stand silently beside her master, watch her cry, watch her laugh.

Zhiqin held back the tears in the corners of her eyes, gently walked to her master's side, slowly helped her master's body, and let her lean into her arms to wipe away her tears.

Leaning on Zhiqin's arms, the hunger in Sang Zi's eyes was like a pearl with a broken thread, falling down one by one, the pair of slender fingers pumping green tendons tightly grasped her heart, and the cold and biting chill made her tremble all over.

"Yinyu is right, Bengong should have died two years ago, or when he was hit by that poisonous arrow, Bengong shouldn't have lived in the world, but why did God let me live?" Sang Zi snorted his eyes in pain, and tears slowly spilled out from under his eyelashes.

"Master, don't say it, you didn't do anything wrong at all, why do you want to torture yourself by saying such things!" Zhiqin doesn't know how her master was captured by Geerdan, but she can also know a rough idea of the news she received from outside, maybe in the eyes of outsiders, the master's sadness for Geerdan is degenerate, but Zhiqin knows that if it weren't for Geerdan leading his 100,000 soldiers to be buried in Zhaomodo for his master, the master would not be sad.

However, no one thought that such a cunning and despicable person as Geldan would use his own way to successfully drop a drop of cinnabar on his master's heart, even if his master hated him before, it would take root and sprout with this drop of cinnabar!

Zhiqin's heart felt uncomfortable for her master, gently stroking her master's hair, only to hear her whisper: "Zhiqin, there is a pain called 'life is not like this', but that's it!" (to be continued......)

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