"What's wrong with the emperor?" Ling Tao asked with concern, if he was not at ease, he looked closely at Ling Yue's ruddy face, and he was full of anger when he scolded people, but he didn't look like he was sick, so he put his mind at ease.

"It's just that the heart is stuffy and restless." Ling Yue avoided the serious, Ling Tao was extremely shrewd, and the slightest clue could not escape his eyes.

Ling Tao smiled: "I see that you miss your brother Huan, go out of the palace to see him." ”

"Who's going to see him?" Ling Yue said coquettishly, her cheeks were flushed, and her daughter's posture was fully revealed.

Ling Tao laughed, "Don't want that kid, I also think he is not worthy of my sweetheart, next month's hairpin party, I want to choose a good son-in-law for my good daughter." ”

"Father-Emperor-" Ling Yue shouted with a small mouth, "Yue'er don't get married, stay in the palace to accompany her father forever." ”

Ling Tao smiled slightly, the affection on his face overflowed, he reached out and touched Ling Yue's head lovingly, then he raised his steps, took a few steps and turned around to remember something.

"In a few days, it will be your mother's birthday, and you will stay in the palace obediently for me on that day."

Ling Yue carefully glanced at Ling Tao's expression, and seeing that he looked happy, she jumped forward in a few steps, holding Ling Tao's arm on her wrist, and asked cautiously, "Father, who is my mother?" The child was never heard. ”

Ling Yue has been fostered in the name of Queen Qian since she was a child, but the palace people kept silent about which concubine her biological mother was, some concubines vaguely knew, but no one dared to mention it.

Ling Yue knew that her biological mother was an untouchable taboo in the palace since she was a child, and she never dared to mention half a word in front of Ling Tao.

This time, Ling Tao didn't get angry, looked at her dotingly and said, "In a few days, you'll know." ”

Ling Tao touched her daughter's hair lovingly, walked out of the palace gate, and stopped to look back at the golden palace behind her.

Nian Chu Palace.

He poured everything he had into the world to build this extravagant and gorgeous palace for her, but she left before she even had time to look at it, and she didn't understand his heart.

Fifteen years!

She's been gone for fifteen years!

Fifteen years ago brought back the news that she died of martyrdom for another man, her husband.

Fifteen years ago, his courtiers did not bring her back, but they brought her daughter back. She didn't have time to live in the palace, and her daughter did.

Ling Tao's heart was bitter, in the past fifteen years, he had never forgotten that woman for a day, which confirmed that sentence, the more you can't get it, the more precious it is. Therefore, he would rather pamper all his love for her to her daughter. It seems that only then will he not feel too much regret.

***

At this time, a subordinate of the Nangong family in the east of the capital screamed, breaking through the quiet and watery morning.

Soon, there was a mixture of noises, shouts, and cries, and the people below did not know what was happening, and they were tied up in a heap, trembling and shaking.

"Check, check for me." Mrs. Nangong, who was crying to death, cried loudly, but the next moment she pounced on her beloved son's corpse, "Xu'er, you died so miserably, how can you bear to leave it as your mother?" ”

"Pull those two foxy sluts out and give me a crushing bonus." Mrs. Nangong contorted her face and shouted angrily.

Only then did the concubines and concubines who arrived in time know that their elder brother, the only seedling of the Nangong family, died on the bellies of the two maidservants last night, and when a subordinate found it this morning, all three of them had been dead for a long time. The concubines looked at Mrs. Nangong who looked like a madwoman in horror, and the concubines' eyes suddenly brightened, as soon as the elder brother died, the opportunity for these concubines came.

The son of the fairy died so badly, Mrs. Nangong was not only saddened by the death of her son, but also hated these concubines, she was convinced that her son was killed. Although the son behaved absurdly, he was the one who would not let himself die on the belly of a woman, otherwise he would not become the successor of the Nangong family.

It's him!

It must be that scumbag.

That slut killed her son.

Mrs. Nangong led a group of people to rush into Nangong Ze's courtyard, but saw that the courtyard door was closed, and two maidservants were guarding the door.

"Madame, you can't go in."

"Fuck off." Mrs. Nangong slapped a slave in front of her to the ground, ordered someone to kick the door open, and rushed directly into the concubine's bedroom.

What catches your eye is the intertwined ** of white flowers.

Mrs. Nangong blushed and spat disgustingly.

"The son didn't know that his mother had this preference." Nangong Ze stood up naked and said casually while dressing slowly.

"You, you ......" Mrs. Nangong pointed at her concubine and was furious.

The things that were tangled in the concubine were facing her, and the maid goddess who was not hanging on the bed looked at her in horror, and even forgot to put on her clothes, and Mrs. Nangong was so angry that her lips trembled and finally gritted her teeth and turned her face away.

She originally wanted to rush forward and fight with him when she saw her concubine, asking him to pay for her son's life, but now she can't take a step no matter what.

"It's rude, mother, please move to the front hall, and wait for her son to tidy up his appearance and then see you." Nangong Ze smiled and looked at Mrs. Nangong's purple face, and he didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed.

"Nangong Ze, Mrs. Ben can't spare you." Mrs. Nangong took a sip again, gritted her teeth and led the people away.

Nangong Ze snorted coldly, and his cold eyes stared coldly at Mrs. Nangong's distant back.

The servant girl got up from the bed trembling and fumbled to get dressed, and the next moment her throat was pinched by a pair of strong hands that were about to be turned away.

"Later, do you understand what to say?" Nangong Ze warned coldly.

"I understand, I understand that the third master has been hanging out with the slave and maid in the room all night, and has never been out of the house." Twisted Blue bit her lip.

She timidly glanced at the scars on Nangong Ze's waist that were still oozing blood, and lowered her eyebrows.

The grief of the Nangong family has not yet dissipated, and Murong Mansion has made trouble for a girl again.

"That's what she said? Want that cheap girl, want to sell the deed? Madame Feng asked angrily.

"Yes, ma'am!" Steward Li stood outside the curtain and replied, and Mother Zhou knelt beside him.

"She thought I was dead?" Madame Feng threw a cup on the ground, her voice a few feet higher.

"Madame has to be the master of the old slave, Miss Six not only wants to snatch the old slave's daughter-in-law, but also threatens the old slave to hand over the deed of sale, otherwise it will ......" Zhou's mother cried a lot higher.

"How else?" Mrs. Feng asked with anger.

"Otherwise, let people collect Zhou Gu's body." It was Steward Li who answered.

Zhou Gu is the only son of Mrs. Feng's mother Zhou, and a year ago, she fell in love with the girl Chi Peony next to Murong Yan, and relied on her power to marry Chi Shao.

"Madam, you have to be the master of the old slave, the old slave has only one son to send to the end......" Zhou's mother's cry shook the birds outside the house and flew away a tree.

Sending it off?

Still the end? Steward Li despised and disdained in his heart, Zhou's mother's unsuccessful son was dead, disloyal, unrighteous and unfilial, and he knew all day long that Xunhua asked Liu to drink and make trouble, and someone helped God clean up Zhou Gu, Zhou's mother should be grateful to others, otherwise Zhou Gu was not dead, and Zhou's mother was tossed to death by him first.

"She dares!" Mrs. Feng was furious, the red peony was given to Zhou Gu by her, and Murong Yan was slapping her in the face, "Don't think that with the protection of the waiting master, I will let her do whatever she wants." ”

Is a person like Miss Six a person who needs to be protected? Even if there is no Hou Ye's support, I think she is very daring.

Steward Li lowered his head, not daring to say what was in his heart.

"It was the servant girl who took the initiative to find Miss Six." He said.