He Wanru was not so easy to appease this time, "Are you filial? How do you be filial? Oh, if you are really filial to your mother, go and snatch the throne, and your mother will be happy. Le Wen Novel |

"As long as the mother concubine helps Qi'er, why don't Qi'er dare." Xia Yuanqi smiled contemptuously, "But not every courtier is willing to have a woman in charge. ”

He Wanru's heart moved, if it was ......

"Mother doesn't have to suffer much, she just needs to use all the energy she has spent on her brother on Qi'er." Xia Yuanqi tilted his head and looked at it innocently, but the words he said were not innocent at all, "Mother is willing to help Qi'er?" ”

He Wanru has always known that her young son is ambitious, but no matter how you look at it, he is not as good as Hao'er, but now that she looks at it, she feels that she was poor before, Qi'er is not only ambitious, but also has an excellent mind.

Eight years old, eight years old in the palace is not too young.

He Wanru got up, stepped on the debris of the ground and walked to the window, and personally propped up the window high, and the cold wind wrapped in dampness came to her face, so that her brain completely calmed down.

In this palace, there is more than one prince in Qi'er, even if she accepts her fate, others may not.

Sang Yirong has always regarded himself very highly, and he will never kill the prince and princess, and even give preferential treatment, but if it falls into the hands of the other two princes, it is difficult to say what the result will be.

Instead of relying on others, it is better to control yourself and let others rely on your own breath.

"Qi'er, it's time to prepare to be a filial son."

Xia Yuanqi's smile spread on his face, and he bowed, "Yes, mother concubine." ”

Xia Zhenming died in the Zhengde Palace, the bed that he shared with the queen.

Sang Yirong's appearance was unexpected, after all, the emperor wanted to see her before he died, and she would not be in the future. But it is expected, those in the know know that the first few years of the emperor and queen were really good.

Fan Dong greeted people at the door, and looked at the queen who was standing at the door and looked up at the three words of Zhengde Palace, and couldn't help but say: "The old slave will send the emperor to the main hall to complete the last journey according to the emperor......'s wishes."

"Fan Dong, I want to stay with him alone for a while."

"Yes." Fan Dong motioned for everyone else to stand back, but he didn't go far, only stood guard outside. Don't let anyone ram the two inside.

Occasionally, he would think. If the emperor hadn't inadvertently met He Wanru and hadn't been seduced by He Wanru, would the emperor be fine now? Is it that there will be no regrets for more than ten years, is it......

Fan Dong wiped away his tears, in this world, there is only no way back. There are no regret pills to take.

Sang Yirong walked very slowly, especially after entering the inner hall.

Every grass, tree, table and chair here was arranged by herself. Even after more than ten years, she remembers it clearly, and now, these things are still in place, except for the old ones. Just like it was back then.

The Zhengde Hall that everyone is curious to enter is very old.

People are old, and things are old. Things are people, and that's exactly what happened.

The eye fell on the huge portrait on the wall, it was her. But she looked at it and felt very strange.

Or maybe it's because she is still young in the painting, and now, she is old, and her body is gradually aging, and she is getting worse day by day.

But she always has to try her best to last a few years, Xia Er is only seventeen, and her life is Xia Er's confidence.

A few steps further, the person on the bed came into view.

Sanxia sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the face that was not quite the same as he remembered.

You said that you have spent so much effort, and you can't take anything away with your feet stretched, if you really like He Wanru, how about I let her bury you with you?

Destroying the two families of Guan and Pan, knowing that the country needs to recuperate now, but they insist on provoking a war, tolerating the small night in the middle of the court, and not hesitating to make the Cangyun country stormy, isn't it just to force me to show up?

It's clear that you're sorry for me, but why do you have to make others pay?

Xia Zhenming, after being the emperor for a few years, have you forgotten what your background is? If you really want to go back to the original world, you can still kill people at every turn.

People are terrible after death, their skin and flesh are sunken, their faces are stiff, and their faces are dead and white, no matter how majestic you were in life, it will be like this after death.

Sangxia watched it for a long time.

The sky was getting dark, and no one dared to come in to hold the lamp, and it was not until the vision began to blur that Sang Yirong came back to his senses.

One last glance at the person on the bed, Sang Yirong got up and walked out.

Xia Zhenming, go all the way, don't meet again in the next life.

Sang Xia was waiting outside the hall in filial piety clothes, and saw her busy coming forward to help.

As soon as he appeared in front of people, Sang Yirong was usually cold, as if no one was in his eyes.

Her eyes swept over a group of people kneeling not far away, this was the first time she had seen Xia Zhenming's concubine, probably not able to get out of the emotions just now, she walked in that direction, and stopped when there were still a few steps left from them.

If you want to be pretty, you are filial, this is really true, the plain makeup is more and more set off their national color and fragrance, all of them are beauties, Xia Zhenming has a good eye.

"The concubine meets the queen."

Some people got up, and others followed suit.

Sang Yirong ignored it completely, and only looked at He Wanru, "Many years ago, I was entertained by you, but unfortunately, although I lost half my life, I still gave birth to the child." ”

He Wanru's face was even paler, but her tone was just the right amount of doubt, "What does my sister mean by this, why can't my sister understand." ”

Stopping the angry Leng Jia, the corners of Sang Yirong's lips hooked slightly, but she didn't say anything more, turned around and left, wanting to anger her with a salute? That's not enough.

At this time, Sang Xia knew that someone had beaten her when she was in her mother's womb, and her eyes were cold when she looked at He Wanru, and He Wanru lowered her gaze, as if she didn't realize it.

"Mother, did you leave because of her mother? She also did it to you? ”

"It's not her, it's someone else, there are very few men in the world who are willing to live alone, Xia'er, these grievances have nothing to do with you, don't put your mind on this."

Sang Xia bit her lip, "I'm afraid that what my mother will bear, I will have to bear it in the future." ”

"If you want to bear it, it will be someone else's bearing, silly Xia'er, how can you be the same as me, this harem is equivalent to a void in your hands, unless you also want to be like all kings with three palaces and six courts."

"How is that possible!"

"Since it's impossible, what else do you have to worry about? Don't worry about Pingzhi? ”

Sanxia didn't speak, which was equivalent to acquiescence.

Sang Yirong patted her hand, "I can rest assured, the inheritance of the An family has its own uniqueness, Ping Zhi is a leader, his temperament will not be bad, I think he treats you sincerely, as long as you manage it well, you should be able to guard each other for a good life, as for the An family, you don't need to worry, if they have ambition, this day will not be the turn of others to sit, just treat them as an ordinary family, but there is Pingzhi, you don't need to worry too much about this aspect." (To be continued)

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(Tianjin)