The grandson concubine Jiang Rongyue incense died. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The birth of the emperor's great-grandson also brought a bit of sadness, and the prince's mansion was silent.

According to the rules of the palace, the funeral of the princess was quite grand. All the officials in the capital personally led their families to the door to offer condolences.

The emperor and King Yan, who were far away in the palace, also quickly learned of the bad news.

The emperor, who was immersed in asking about immortality, also felt a little sorry after hearing the news that his granddaughter-in-law died in childbirth. It's just that he is both the Son of Heaven and an elder, and there is no reason to come to the door to offer condolences in person. only instructed Gonggong Ding to go to the prince's mansion on his behalf.

King Yan expressed his deep regret: "I really didn't expect the princess to go like this." Father and son-in-law want to go to the prince's mansion to mourn, and they can comfort him when they see their grandson. ”

The emperor nodded and agreed.

As soon as King Yan left, Concubine Wei Xian also came.

"Your Majesty, the concubines were shocked to hear the bad news of the death of the princess, and their hearts were filled with sadness." Concubine Wei Xian wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and said with red eyes: "The concubine should have gone to the prince's mansion in person, but she was worried that there was no one around the emperor to take care of her. After thinking about it, I had to send the female officer around me to go. ”

The emperor sighed: "It's okay, let the people around you go to mourn on your behalf, it's also a good job." ”

Concubine Wei Xian thanked her and retired.

After returning to the dormitory, he ordered someone to call Ling Jingshu over: "Ashu, you can go back to the capital on my behalf now and go to the prince's mansion to mourn." I can't come back in time tonight, so I'll stay in Ling's Mansion for one night, and it's not too late to come back tomorrow. ”

Ling Jingshu has been in a trance since she heard about Jiang Rongyue's death. I always feel that everything I hear in my ears seems to be separated by a layer, and I can't hear it clearly.

She nodded silently, even forgetting about her thanks.

Concubine Wei Xian would not take this little thing to heart, and seeing Ling Jingshu's reluctant appearance, she couldn't help but sigh: "Don't say that you feel uncomfortable when you hear it, even I can't slow down until now." Such a young and lovely girl, it was gone in a blink of an eye. It's really suffocating. ”

The poor child was born without his own mother.

In the future, the imperial grandson will definitely marry another. As soon as the new concubine passed the door, she had to have children. The son left by Jiang Rongyue doesn't know what fate it will be in the future.

Being born in the royal family is both lucky and the greatest misfortune in the world. Without the care of his biological mother, the road ahead will be very difficult.

Thinking of this, Concubine Wei Xian's heart was gloomy for a while.

Ling Jingshu was in a low mood and had no intention of speaking. While listening to Concubine Wei Xian's chatter, Jiang Rongyue's face appeared in his mind.

When she first saw her, Jiang Rongyue's sweetness, cuteness and cuteness left a deep impression on her. After that, although the two did not interact much, they also got along well.

The last time we met, it wasn't very pleasant. However, from Jiang Rongyue's standpoint, there is nothing wrong with doing it.

After a few months, what I heard was the bad news that Jiang Rongyue died in childbirth. While making people sad, they can't help but sigh with a thin face.

At this time, the imperial grandson must be very sad in his heart!

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Ling Jingshu deliberately wore a plain dress, no grease powder, and only a white hosta on her head.

The carriage galloped, and arrived at the prince's mansion in the evening.

The subordinates of the prince's mansion wore mourning clothes and had sad faces.

The people who came to mourn had not stopped since the morning, and the steward who stood at the door to greet the guests was already tired and his legs were sore, and the muscles on his face were stiff.

When he saw the carriage with the palace mark, the steward did not dare to slack off, and greeted him from afar.

A beautiful girl in a plain dress got out of the carriage.

Guan was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, and stepped forward to salute: "The slave has seen Lady Ling." Ling Jingshu has accompanied Ling Xiao to the door several times, and most of the stewards in the prince's mansion know her.

Ling Jingshu came in place of Concubine Wei Xian this time, her identity is different from the past, and the shelf she should have is to be put out. Nodding slightly, Wen Yan said: "I came to condolence on the order of Concubine Xian, and asked the steward to take me to the mourning hall." ”

The steward's heart sank, and he hurriedly answered, leading Ling Jingshu into the prince's mansion.

The mourning hall is located in the front hall of the Prince's Mansion.

As far as the eye can see, it is white. There were many people coming and going, but no one made a noise. When everyone walked, they also relaxed their steps, intentionally or unintentionally, as if they were afraid that the heavy footsteps would disturb the people sleeping in the coffin.

Ling Jingshu entered the mourning hall, and the first thing she saw was the heavy coffin.

Also, the imperial grandson standing by the coffin.

In the past, the high-spirited and dazzling young man witnessed the death of his wife. The whole person was shrouded in silent sadness, and his figure was gloomy and lonely.

He didn't look at anyone, just stood by the coffin and looked at the woman lying in the coffin.

Jiang Rongyue died of a postpartum hemorrhage. Before entering the coffin, he had already been wiped clean and changed into clean clothes. At this time, he lay quietly in the coffin, as if he was asleep, and his face was peaceful.

Ling Jingshu's heart was heavy and astringent, and she couldn't say uncomfortable and depressed.

She took a deep breath and stepped forward to offer condolences, but she should have left immediately. Looking at the appearance of the imperial grandson's mourning more than his heart dying, he couldn't bear it in his heart, walked to the imperial grandson's side, and said softly: "The deceased is gone, please also ask His Royal Highness the grandson to mourn." ”

A familiar voice came into the ears of the imperial grandson.

The imperial grandson, who had been standing still, finally had some reaction.

He raised his head slightly and glanced at Ling Jingshu.

He hadn't spoken all day, his throat was very dry, and his voice was hoarse: "You're here." ”

"Yes." Ling Jingshu was hard-hearted, and she couldn't make a face to the imperial grandson at this time, and replied softly: "The slave and maid came to condolence on behalf of the virtuous concubine." People can't be resurrected after death, and Concubine Taisun knows underground, and she doesn't want His Royal Highness Taisun to be depressed. I hope that His Royal Highness Taisun will cheer up as soon as possible and don't worry about the people around him and those who care about His Highness. ”

In the past, the imperial grandson might have been swaying for the sentence "people who care about His Highness", but at this moment, he didn't react at all, nodded his head, and stopped talking.

Ling Jingshu didn't say anything more, saluted, and turned to leave.

No matter how sad and sad the imperial grandson is, it is not her turn to care and comfort. If she showed too much concern, it would be bad if the imperial grandson misunderstood that she intended to take over Jiang Rongyue's position.

Ling Jingshu left too decisively.

When the imperial grandson cheered up a little, he found that Ling Jingshu was gone.

The already cold heart of the imperial grandson became more and more desolate. Ling Jingshu has always been like this, always knowing clearly what she should do. Never relenting.

He turned his head silently, and his gaze returned to Jiang Rongyue's face. It wasn't until this moment that he realized what he had lost.

What he lost was the woman who loved him the most in the world.

In the future, there will never be a second woman who will love him like this! (To be continued.) )