"I always felt that something was wrong." Ling Jin suddenly smiled and said.

Ling Xin was hiding it deeply, but when did the prince become so deaf and clear-sighted?

"Doesn't he? The clam competes, the fisherman profits, and His Royal Highness sits back and enjoys its achievements. Baibu smiled and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

The master has gained power, and his status as a subordinate has also risen. The master lost power, and they were the first to be unlucky.

Ling Jin frowned and pondered, and when the hundred departments withdrew from the door, he raised his head, and a gloom flashed in his eyes, "Fisherman? ”

Don't do it.

His ambition is not there. All of this is for the sake of the mother. The mother will not die in vain.

Ling Jin remembered the tragic situation of Concubine Jin when she was dying that day, and her face turned cold. A five-year-old child doesn't know the cruel meaning of death at all, he is just a concubine who shook vigorously and fell into a coma.

"Mother, wake up." Ling Jin wiped away the black blood gushing from her lips for her, "The child immediately went to the imperial doctor." ”

Concubine Jin gasped and grabbed him, "Jin'er, come back quickly!" ”

Ling Jin's stubborn tears finally flowed: "Mother, the child goes to find his father." ”

Concubine Jin shook her head desperately, "Jin'er, you must remember. No one can trust it but themselves. ”

"Can't Daddy believe it?" The ignorant Ling Jin stared at his eyes like a clear spring.

Concubine Jin's heart throbbed badly, this child is very smart, and he is a bane after all.

"Jin'er, the mother concubine is going to a far away place, and she is no longer by your side all the time. You must promise your mother that you can't show your intelligence in front of people. ”

"Mother, why?"

"Because, it will invite death." Concubine Jin said with tears in her eyes.

Ling Jin tilted his head and nodded, grabbed Concubine Jin's hand and said, "Mother, the child understands!" If the child is too smart, others will be jealous, and even the father will not be able to save the child. ”

Concubine Jin showed a relieved smile, her mind was over, and she left.

Ling Jin was out of breath crying.

Ling Jin stretched out his hand and touched it, tears already soaked his eyes. It's been more than ten years, and every time he thinks back to that night, he still can't help himself, and the wisp of black blood on the corner of Concubine Jin's lips is his nightmare every night.

The title of the ninth prince has upgraded the joy of Pingyang Houfu to become three happiness. Because of the auspicious day of Princess Lingyue, the marriage of the second daughter of Pingyang Mansion can only be advanced to the fifth day of the first month of June. Marrying two daughters in one day, after the big wedding of Murong makeup in Pingyang Houfu, the people of Beijing were invited to comment. One marriage and one acceptance, one wife and one concubine, failed to become a good story as Mrs. Feng wished, but became a joke after tea and dinner.

It was rumored in Beijing that it was Murong Shuang who was waiting for the prince of Pingyin to marry, and it was Murong Qian who was in the general's mansion, and it was Mrs. Feng who used the power of her daughter in the palace to force Murong Shuang to change from a wife to a concubine, and Murong Qian to change from a concubine to a wife.

As soon as this rumor came out, Mrs. Feng's smiling face immediately turned cloudy, and she scolded the housekeeper angrily: "What a boldness! Check it out for me, and if you find it, you can beat it to death. ”

"Mrs. Hui, the slave has already sent someone to investigate, the first came out of the beggars, there is no master and no head, the slave can't torture the beggars in the whole capital." Steward Li said with a bitter face, he had been tossed for a few days and lost his temper, and he even forgot to flatter in tone.

He is not good for the past year, the things in the house are one after another, all thankless, please this and offend that, think this time he is a housekeeper who has completely lost the favor of the master, and if there is another case, he has to wrap up and leave.

"You can't do a little thing, what's the use of you?" Sure enough, Mrs. Feng was so angry that she smashed the cup in her hand on his head, "Do you want Qian'er's reputation?" Go, I will be upset when I see you, and if someone dares to spread it, he will be killed on the spot, killing one is one, and killing two is a pair. ”

Steward Li lowered his head and dumbfounded, Madam, this is crazy! It's better to listen to the waiter.

In the increasingly fierce rumors, Murong Shuang's mourning was greater than his heart's death, and he got on the sedan chair with an expressionless face. Murong Qian was also aggrieved and aggrieved on the sedan chair, and people who didn't know the inside story thought that she was the one who was the concubine.

"Miss, aren't you going to send off the third miss?" Yuzhu couldn't help but ask, her own lady was okay in the morning, she got up, exercised in the morning, washed, and eaten, which was no different from weekdays, and the joy and noise in the house were not affected at all.

The red peony lingzhi looked at each other and smiled evilly.

Chi Shao snorted: "But to be a concubine for others, what is there to give." ”

"It's a good sister." Yuzhu sighed, in this family, only the third lady is good to the young lady. As long as the person who is good to the young lady, Yuzhu will be engraved in his heart and will be rewarded over time.

"It is precisely because the third miss is a good person that the third miss does not want to see the third miss sad, and the third miss does not want the third miss to see her downcast." Lingzhi smiled.

"It's hard for you to laugh, you don't have any sympathy." Yuzhu sighed again and went back to the house sullenly.

These two girls, smiling sadly, must have something to hide from her. The young lady is too partial, because she doesn't know martial arts, she only asks her to watch the house, and never gives her anything to do. What is martial arts? She also has real skills. Miss Poison Secrets of the predecessors didn't read a word and handed it over to her to be responsible, her technique of using poison has been superb, she can poison a large piece with a wave of her hand, and a needle will be pricked, and no matter how strong the master is, he will not be able to get up.

What's so great about martial arts? Yuzhu snorted twice.

"Why can't we laugh? It's not us who can't laugh, we have to be the one who laughs last. Chi Shao said triumphantly, poor butler, at this moment he didn't know that the main lord who had made him suffer was sitting here leisurely eating Sixi buns.

Murong Yan, who was eating steamed buns, raised her cool gaze and glanced at her, and Chi Shao closed her mouth.

The two maidservants ate porridge quietly, and suddenly heard the master ask: "You say, will Murong Qian be so angry that she hangs herself?" ”

Chi Shao sneered, "If you die, you will be clean, so you can save yourself from harming others and yourself." ”

Lingzhi rarely covered her mouth and smiled to help: "Murong Qian will definitely not, Murong Qian and her mother will definitely be." ”

Chi Peony has a lively temperament, is flexible, dares to love and hate, and was originally afraid of Murong Yan with a cold face, but after getting along, she found that Murong Yan did not treat her as a person, and gradually revealed her original nature. Compared with the red peony, the Lingzhi is much more subtle, and he is more careful in his work than the red peony, and he doesn't talk much. Yuzhu is much further back, looking more honest than the two of them, and her temperament is sometimes confused and cute, but once someone offends her young lady, she will erect a vicious thorn like a wounded hedgehog, and she is more ruthless than anyone else.

Murong Qian is a spoiled child after all, Murong Yan didn't want her to die, but if she wanted to die, she would also be a powerful sister, and it would be fulfilled.

Since her son's marriage was decided, Mrs. Pingyin sighed all day long, watching the wedding date approaching day by day, her son's face was ugly day by day, his smile was difficult to show, and she was so worried that the wrinkles at the end of her eyes could kill flies.