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When Lazhen heard this, her eyes were dark, no matter how dull she was, she understood what Lin Yiru said.

The other party actually knew all along that he had fallen on her?

And the emperor has already made a decision?

Lazhen felt a cold sweat, but he still had a fluke and said, no, this is just Lin Yiru's words, Murong Zhengqing is so in love with himself this time, how could he really let himself be suppressed by Lin Yiru, a slut.

Gu Rong, who came to block Lazhen on purpose, felt that it was really interesting to watch Lazhen change his face.

Gu Rong, who returned home after showing off, yawned and leaned lazily on Luan's car.

Being an imperial concubine, or an imperial concubine who is not feared by the emperor and does not need to be in power, or even has to sleep, this feeling is really refreshing.

Following the emperor's decision to restore the status of the abolished queen, the entire palace changed again.

In March of the following year, after the completion of the third ceremony of the third day of March, Lin Yiru was re-canonized as the queen and participated in the ceremony hand in hand with the emperor.

After the abolition came back, another season passed, and the pregnant concubines gave birth one after another.

However, when the palace concubine gave birth, it was like a curse, and for a month in a row, each concubine had a difficult birth.

Most of the concubines worked hard for two days or even longer, and some of them lost their strength during production, and both mother and child died.

Those who are lucky enough to give birth to a child either die of a blood collapse or are dying of a vicious disease.

At the beginning of winter this year, four palace concubines in the palace passed away one after another, and six of them were on the sickbed, and the newborn princes and princesses were extremely weak.

This situation lasted for two years, and when the third year came, all the princes and princesses who were born died, and the palace concubines who had been sick for a long time also passed away one after another.

The entire harem is in a miasma, the queen has no real power and nothing in the past three years, and there are rumors that the queen's cruel methods have made the harem unpeaceful, and finally angered a group of courtiers whose daughters died as palace concubines.

The emperor did not abolish the queen, but used thunderous means to take the imperial concubines who had cultivated themselves for several years into custody, and verified by the criminal department, confirming that the palace concubines were all tricked by the imperial concubines, and the production was a life talisman.

After the truth was announced, the courtiers shifted their anger to the imperial concubine Rajan, and the crowd was excited, asking the emperor to split this vicious woman, and everyone in the Rajan family was also implicated.

When the situation in the court was changing, as the most idle queen, Gu Rong was cooking tea in the palace.

Outside the door, the first fresh snow arrived.

Murong Zhengqing has true love for Lazhen, he has already found out everything, and it took three years to delay it, and after the concubine and the prince and the princess died, he finally dealt with the beloved woman ruthlessly.

However, this is only the case, and who knows what the truth is.

No matter what kind of true love it is, in the end, when it comes to his own safety and heirs, Murong Zhengqing no longer let Lazhen's behavior affect the court.

The car cracked yesterday, Gu Rong took a look from afar on the city wall, and when she saw the embarrassed figure being executed, she felt bored, so she turned back.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the whole world was silvery white.

Gu Rong poured a cup of hot tea, the curling heat was thick, Gu Rong sniffed the fragrance of tea, pulled a leaf on the emerald mint on the table and threw it into the teacup, and took a sip gently.

The tea was sweet, but as soon as he entered his mouth, Gu Rong felt a sweetness in his throat, and a line of blood slowly slid down the corner of his mouth.

Gu Rong raised his finger and was about to wipe away the bloodstains, when suddenly there was a sound of the window lattice, and a crack was opened.

Gu Rong raised his eyes and saw that the chubby white cat Xuehua was arching his body against the window, and he also screamed sharply outside.

Putting down the teacup and walking to the window, Gu Rong opened the window completely and glanced out the window.

The eyes were silver-white, and Gu Rong specially instructed the palace ** attendants and palace maids not to sweep the snow, just to enjoy the scene of the first snow.

The cold wind whistled into the room, Gu Rong took two breaths of cold air, coughed uncomfortably, and another blood line slid across the corner of his mouth.

There was a clattering sound on the roof, and a cloud of snow fell.

Gu Rong looked up and saw a corner of the black fox fur moving with the wind, and the corners of his clothes were still stained with half-melted snow.

Snowflake meows and jumps up and grabs the corner of her swaying clothes.

The owner of the fox fur seemed to notice that his clothes were hanging down, and raised his hand to pull it, causing the snowflake to meow and scream.

A slender hand reached out and pinched the neck like a snowflake, trying to pull the snowflake away.

Gu Rong looked up at the fat cat Tuanzi who didn't let go of his claws, and the owner of the hand had already made a move to chop the neck of the snowflake, Gu Rong said loudly: "Xuehua, come down." ”

As soon as Gu Rong spoke, the hand that slashed at Xuehua's neck stiffened and silently retracted it.

Hearing Gu Rong's summoning, the snowflake tore the fox fur again, and felt the cold, so he let go of his claws and jumped on Gu Rong's head, forming a white hairball.

Gu Rong reluctantly took the snowflake off his head and put it on the cushion.

The black fox fur hanging on the roof flashed, disappeared with the wind and snow, and then, with a click, the roof tiles made a crisp sound, and a person jumped from the roof and landed in front of Gu Rong.

"The Seventh Prince. Gu Rong looked at the man covered in wind and snow who appeared in front of him and raised his eyebrows.

Murong Han looked at Gu Rong, his eyes stopped at the corner of Gu Rong's mouth, his brows twisted fiercely, he raised his hand and took it out in his arms for a long time, took out a plain handkerchief, and handed it to Gu Rong: "There is blood at the corner of the mouth, wipe it." ”

Gu Rong didn't take the other party's veil, raised his tongue to lick off the bloodstains, and raised his eyebrows to look at Murong Han.

I haven't seen him for three years, and Murong Han's whole temperament is completely different from back then.

Murong Han was a suave noble son, but after three years in the army, while he was covered with wind and frost, his whole person was also calm like a pine, but there was an inexplicable gloom and gloom.

At the same time, Murong Han's figure was also more muscular, and under the fox fur was a slightly open dark colored single coat, and a knife mark could be seen from the collarbone to the chest hidden under the clothes.

In just three years, Murong Han has completely changed his appearance.

Gu Rong glanced at it and withdrew his gaze.

Murong Hanshang stubbornly stretched out his hand and handed the handkerchief in his hand to Gu Rong, and a faint dark fragrance on the handkerchief drifted into the room with the wind, which was a kind of fat powder fragrance that had never been seen in the palace.

Gu Rong smelled it, and his throat began to itch again.

In the past three years, Murong Han has become famous, not only because of his meritorious service in guarding the border passes, but also because the Seventh Prince, who was clean and self-righteous in his early years, suddenly changed his temperament and was keen to linger in the flower streets and willow alleys.

Every year Murong Han will come back for a while, and as soon as he comes back, he is nothing more than drunk and sleeping in the willows, presumably at this time, he has just returned from the beauty country, and the handkerchief given by his lover is still running around.

Although I don't know why the other party came to my palace again, but thinking that this person ran to him to vomit bitterness as soon as he was frustrated, Gu Rong understood in seconds, it seems that Lazhen was killed, and Murong Han, who lingered on the flower street, fell in love again.

Murong Han's martial arts have improved again in the past two years, and he can easily enter and leave the palace as if he is in a no-man's land, and he doesn't know when the other party hid on the roof of his house, but the guards didn't notice it. (To be continued.) )