Chapter 67: Infatuated and Ruthless Concubine (9)

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The real love is to hide people like protecting Fang Weili, let everyone ignore her, let everyone fight together, and then eradicate it in one fell swoop and make room for Fang Weili.

Worried about her, worried that she would let her open her mouth to kill Concubine Wei Shu?

If this word spreads, from the former dynasty to the harem, everyone will point the finger at her, and her reputation will be ruined!

Bai Jiao had to wonder if Ling Jiao's child was killed by Wei Shufei, maybe Liang Lie was more likely to do it.

The Ling family is powerful, the Wei family is powerful, and whoever has a child between her and Concubine Wei Shu may become the crown prince.

And if he is a prince, how can he leave a place for the person on the tip of his heart? He and Fang Weili's son is the prince he wants to establish.

Concubine Wei Shufei's child can't stay, and neither can the child in her belly!

Beat her first, with Ling Jiao's temper, it will definitely make Wei Shufei suffer a heavy loss, Wei Shufei will not be good at resting, the two fight, Ling Jiao is a step ahead, and her vitality will be greatly damaged.

In the previous life, Ling Jiao and Concubine Wei Shu fought in full swing, Concubine Liu Xian and Concubine Tong De were watching on the side, making trouble from time to time, no one noticed that there was a woman who was once favored by the emperor, no emperor's favor, and was inconspicuous, that was the final big winner!

"Your Majesty's heart for the concubine, the concubine has received it. It's just that Concubine Wei Shu has lost her child, and the concubine's revenge has been avenged, I only hope that Your Majesty will pity her more, and the concubine only hopes that Your Majesty will be good, and the concubine will not be wronged. ā€

Not to mention that she has no children, even if she has children, Bai Jiao will find a way to kill them, she will not give birth to children like Liang Lie.

A startled light flashed through Liang Lie's dark eyes, how could Ling Jiao say such a thing?

She has always hated Concubine Wei Shu.

No! Ling Jiao hated all the women who were close to him, valued him, and had a place in his heart, could it be that the words he confessed just now pierced the softness in her heart, so it was like this?

It was the same before, as long as he said that she was the most important, Ling Jiao would be generous and give in, except for the child, everything else was to put him first.

"Since Jiaojiao is willing to let go, I am grateful to you," he lowered his head, his chin rested on her forehead, and hugged her, "Jiaojiao, I only have you." ā€

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"I only have you, you have to guard our home for me, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, I give it to you, you have to take care, in my eyes, nothing is as important as you."

A sentence suddenly came out of his heart, before Liang Lie cut the domain, he held Ling Jiao's hand and said affectionate words, now that he thinks about it, how ironic.

"Your Majesty, the concubine is tired and wants to rest, Your Majesty will go back."

Bai Jiao's words made Liang Lie stunned again, how could she let him go?

When did Ling Jiao try her best to let him stay, but what happened now, was it because she lost her child and was stimulated too much?

Liang Lie looked at her quietly, and there was no trace of overflow in his eyes.

"Then you have a good rest."

"Hmm." Bai Jiao lazily responded.

Outside the Yuehua Palace, Liang Lie looked at the palace gate coldly and turned to leave.

Back in Zhaoyang Palace, two figures walked out of the shadows and knelt on the ground neatly.

Liang Lie's slender fingers lightly clasped the dragon case, one by one, and clearly hit the secret guard's heart.

"Where did the concubine Niangniang go just now, and who she met, tell me again."

"Avoidance, Niangniang went to Taiwu Hall to see Concubine Ning just now, and that's it after she came back."

Concubine Ning? So that's it!

Liang Lie breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and the tight strings in his head slowed down and relaxed.

"Xing'er seems to have said something to the noble concubine, and the inferior rank is far away and can't hear clearly."

Liang Lie waved his hand, not caring very much: "Don't blame you, Ling Jiao's martial arts are not weak, don't get too close, she finds out, you come to see you!" ā€

The secret guard kowtowed three times to the ground, his expression was solemn, and his face was solemn: "Your Majesty, rest assured, you will definitely be loyal to your duties." ā€

Everyone understands what it means to be faithful.

The next day, Bai Jiao went out of the palace early with the waist card and went to the Zhaoyang Temple outside the city to burn incense.

The green hills are shrouded, the white clouds are swirling, the sky is high and the clouds are wide, the sun is shining, and ten thousand golden rays of light are sprinkled from the sky, illuminating the hazy sky. The magnificent light shines on the splendid hall, with red walls and yellow tiles, layered on top of each other, reflecting a brilliant spiritual light.

When Bai Jiao's sedan chair arrived, the host of Zhaoyang Temple was dressed in a red and yellow robe, holding a staff, and led a group of monks to greet him.

In the wide square, except for the abbot, the smooth heads look even brighter in the sun.

The cyan sedan curtain, embroidered with complex patterns, the wheels are rolled step by step, passing through the bluestone slabs, leaving a string of "squeak" reels.

"Abbot, the concubine Niangniang came to incense today, and she didn't prepare in advance, so please trouble the abbot to retreat left and right, clear out the idle people, etc." The coachman's clear voice echoed through the square.

The abbot lowered his head and responded, "Obey the will of the mother." ā€

The footsteps of the crowd departed, and after a while, the huge square became empty.

"Niangniang, according to your orders, everyone has retreated. If the mother wants to go in to burn incense and ask for a signature, she still wants the old man to give a lecture, or the mother can do it herself, and the old man will retire. ā€

After the abbot finished speaking, he stood respectfully beside the sedan chair and bowed his head.

In the Daqing Dynasty, everyone knew that Concubine Xi favored the harem, so although she came without notice this time, the abbot still did not dare to slack off.

"The abbot will accompany the palace in, there is something I want to ask you about the palace."

Bai Jiao helped Xing'er get off the sedan chair, with high cloud temples, only a pearl fringed hairpin, lined in the black hair like ink, the silver beads flashed, light and smart, the piece of jade on the chest was like chicken blood, with her ice muscles and jade bones, and the skin of the frost and snow, it made her more charming and picturesque.

"Niangniang is polite, I don't dare to ask for advice, Lao Wei should try his best to solve his doubts for Niangniang."

The abbot's face remained unchanged, holding the staff, and he walked all the way in front, and Xing'er helped Bai Jiao to follow behind.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall is in the center of the main hall, and the dusty floor reflects the solemn treasure of Shakyamuni.

The Buddha's compassion is to pity the suffering of the world, struggling in the Three Realms, unable to see through it, unable to ask for it. But if it is so painful, why create man?

Buddha, can you really save sentient beings?

Bai Jiao knelt on the golden pu fan, holding three yellow incense sticks, and looked at the statue reverently.

The Buddha said, sincerity, gold and stone for the open, so, can you bless the people who really need shelter?

Apricot inserts incense into the incense burner.

Bai Jiao stood up and turned to the abbot: "There is something unclear in this palace, can the abbot tell me, is there really a psychic thing in this world?" ā€

The blood jade on his chest was vivid, as if there was a light flickering in it, announcing its extraordinary origin.

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ps: Thank you for the big peach blossom fan of Jing Wuming, thank you so much, Mo Mo Da.