This incense Liu has also smelled, the taste is pure, the most precious one, she was puzzled, and was about to ask, but saw the Lu family holding the incense burner with her own hands, "The incense made by the mother is not happy, and it can't fall into the hands of others, and the concubine takes it and abandons it." ”

Ling Xiang nodded.

The next day, news reached Changle Palace.

He deprived Shangguan Yu of the Duke of Korea, removed the head of the Military Governor's Yuan, and sent him to prison for the crime of treason, and then punished after the trial of the three divisions.

In addition, Murong Li, the twenty-eighth grandson of the Murong clan of the late Yan royal family, was named the king of Bohai and led the military prefect.

Da Yin has a different surname and cannot be crowned king, but this Murong Li came out of nowhere, but the emperor called him a descendant of the Murong family, that is, the same ancestor as Emperor Yin, and he was also sealed.

When Ling Xiang heard the news, her eyebrows furrowed, and she sneered slightly in her heart, Rong Chengning was killing chickens and monkeys to warn her about yesterday's events.

After a long time, except to admit his mistakes and bow his head to admit his mistakes, there was no other way to save him, and everything was gloomy.

Pindi was packing up the treasure box and handing it to the attendant, walked back to Ling Makeup and said, "Niangniang, the left and right are almost cleaned up, it's better to go over earlier." ”

Changle Palace is not a place to live for a long time, and she doesn't want her master to stay here to see things and think about people, and she doesn't raise her eyebrows for a day.

Ling Xiang looked at the remnant lotus Qiushui at the bottom of the building and said: "If you don't bring it in life, you won't bring it in death, the money is not mine, and it is very important to move it around." ”

Lu Shi was also full of unhappiness, "The people below are getting lazier and lazier, and they don't even clean up the dead leaves in this pond." ”

Pindi leaned his head and poked underneath, and said with a smile: "When I was in my hometown, where was I willing to dry up this full lotus pond, I harvested it in early autumn, dried it until it was seven or eight percent dry, removed the petioles, folded it in half into a semicircle or fan-shaped, dried it, put it in a ventilated and dry place for later use, put it in when cooking, take its fragrance, increase the flavor and relieve greasy, and the slave maid loves to eat the lotus leaf rice made by the mother......"

Ling Xuan glanced at her, and suddenly remembered that the first time she noticed her, it was when her father was exiled, her mother and brother were helpless, and she was abandoned by the Shen family.

Pindi smiled and squatted down and said, "The slave has a lot of mouths." ”

"Where." Ling Xiang smiled back at her, "I've never been as transparent as you." ”

Just like Pindi said, the lotus leaf that is already a waste in the palace ban is still very useful in the people, in fact, not to mention the cooking she said, the value of medicine is even more.

Before, Ling Makeup wanted to marry Pindi and others to the guards from a white family in the capital, but Pindi and Xiao Jian resigned, and Wenqin was in a dilemma, so Ling Makeup made the decision to marry her to the small flag officer of the forbidden army who Cheng Ai retired.

Because at that time, Ling Chunniang and his wife were also very selective, and they were very down-to-earth descendants, burly and tall, and their ancestors left several rooms.

This kind of creation made Yao Yulian and Cheng Miaoer very envious, but even Pindi and Shi Xiao refused to leave, and they knew that it was not their turn, and the queen looked friendly, but acted decisively, so they didn't dare to say anything.

"Move the palace, the mood is clear, and it's the same wherever you live." Ling Xiang raised his hand and straightened the sideburns of the genuine flute, and said, "Go ahead." ”

Pindi said briskly in agreement, a pear vortex floated on his cheek, and he spun away.

Lu sighed lightly: "This girl, everything is simple in her eyes. ”

"But mortals are alive, and they can't live without the word food and shelter, and for her, Guan Ju Palace is no worse than Changle Palace."

Lu Shi glanced at the queen with relief, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes stretched, and said with a smile: "Exactly, now that I think back to those times in the Ting Forced Labor Bureau, I don't feel how bitter it was." ”

Ling Xiang looked at the distant mountains and nodded: "It's windy, let's go, you still have to take care of yourself." ”

***

In the blink of an eye, on September 27, the enthronement ceremony of Emperor Jinglu was held as scheduled.

This day happened to be Ling Xiang's birthday, the first Qianqiu Festival of the original Fenghe Dynasty.

The royal family seemed to have collective amnesia, and only the Yuyang Palace and the Weiguo Mansion sent birthday gifts to the palace, and they were stopped by the newly replaced forbidden army.

Guangningwei has been sent out of the palace by Ling Xiang and scattered in the wilderness, and it cannot be formed into a confrontational arm, so it is better to be reduced to pieces.

No matter how open-minded she is, the longer it has been since Rong Xijue's disappearance, the more Ling Xiang's heart sinks, and of course she has no intention of celebrating her birthday.

The music of the previous dynasty sounded for a day, but the palace was a gloomy fog.

With the exception of a limited number of people, most of the minions were wilting.

It is said that in order to avoid the trouble of changing his name, Emperor Jinglu changed his name to Rong Chenning.

This move attracted a round of applause from the government and the public, and people were far-fetched, and legend has it that this was in response to the astrological theory.

Moreover, in the legend of the Book of Mountains and Seas, the dragon of the North Sea has the appearance of Chenning, and the word Chenning falls on Emperor Jinglu, which is appropriate.

But after seeing his true face, Ling Makeup was very disgusted by a series of performances before and after his accession to the throne.

The world is also blind, in the past, Wang Mang performed the bridge, this person comes again, no one recognizes it?

It's like an ugly person is ugly in everything he does, and a handsome person is good-looking in everything he does, and there is no right and wrong in the world.

If Wang Mang's new dynasty can last for generations, he will naturally be an immortal master.

In all the unsatisfactory situations, the only thing that is gratifying is that she asked for all the old people who served Rong Xijue to be transferred to Guanju Palace, but Emperor Jinglu replied with permission, and I don't think I was worried about what waves she could make at all.

Today's Guan Ju Palace, inside and outside, are familiar faces.

In the past few days, Ling Xiang has made a few new poisons from the remaining medicines in Changle Palace, which are colorless and odorless, and he brought some with him, and the others were quietly placed in a small drawer under the flower stand, looking like anthers.

She fiddled with her long crystal fingers, always thinking about how Rong Chenning discovered the secret of the incense that day.

The analysis was fruitless, and it can only be said that his sense of smell is different from ordinary people.

She avoided any smelly toxic drug ingredients in the newly made medicine, looking at the pots of chrysanthemums blooming in front of the steps, she pondered, how to find another chance, and made a move unconsciously, Rong Chenning was not a god, and there was no way to detect it.

She thought about it, and her eyes were full of Rong Xijue's appearance, emotional, arrogant, gentle, and annoyed......

Thinking of his Ling makeup, his whole body was full of strength, and he completely forgot how much of a crime it was to poison the monarch.

Fortunately, she remembered her mother, her younger brother and her elderly rental parents.

Ling Xiang finally felt that one thing was even stranger: since Rong Chenning had discovered that the incense in the quiet room that day was highly poisonous, why did he just take Shangguan You out of anger and not attack himself? Is there any scruple left? Or do you plan to stabilize the situation after ascending the throne, and then kill yourself silently?

Knowing that the calamity was coming, but not knowing when it was coming, that feeling was more unbearable than sudden bad things, and all day long, Ling Xiang's face seemed to have a layer of frost. (To be continued.) )