Chapter Twenty-Seven: Hate Iron Doesn't Make Steel

Shen Meixin glanced at her son with a nonchalant face, and she didn't know what it was like. Born in the royal family, which is not for the throne intrigue you fight for me, her son is good, he is not interested in the throne, he finally sat on it, and even thought of a way to return the throne to Yu Moyan. Doesn't he know what it means to be out of power?

After a pause, a different color crossed the bottom of Shen Meixin's eyes, and she suddenly looked at Yu Zijian and asked, "Do you want to know what King Xian did when he came to the Mourning family early this morning?" ”

Yuzi Jian was stunned, "I think, if the queen mother is willing to say, the sons will listen to them, and if the queen mother doesn't want to say it, the sons will not ask." ”

Shen Meixin glared at Yu Zijian, looked at him with an expression of hatred for iron and steel, and said in a low voice: "King Xian came to the queen mother and sent a box of things here." ”

"What's that?" Yu Zijian instantly stared at Shen Meixin like a curious baby.

Shen Meixin glared back, gritted her teeth and endured the pantothenic acid in her stomach and returned: "What he sent was Mama Li's scalp!" ”

Yu Zijian listened to Shen Meixin's words, her throat suddenly tightened, her back felt numb, and even the surrounding atmosphere instantly became weird. He leaned forward and whispered, "Queen Mother, you can't be joking, are you?" Who the imperial brother is, the sons know better than anyone else. How could he send this to you for no reason? After speaking, he suddenly said: "Queen Mother, whose scalp did you say he sent?" Mama Lee? ”

Shen Meixin exhaled lightly, and did not answer Yu Zijian's words, Yu Zijian made up for it by herself, and suddenly her stomach rolled, and she couldn't help but pick up the spittoon on the side and vomit.

Shen Meixin pointed at Yu Zijian, "Look at you, where do you look like the king of a country." ”

After a long time, Yuzi Jian eased up. His face was a little pale, he looked at Shen Meixin and asked, "Queen Mother, what have you done?" ”

"Don't you blame King Xian? He took that kind of thing to the mourning family here to intimidate the mourning family and threaten the mourning family, don't you feel sorry for the mourning family? ”

"No, the queen mother, Erchen knows the imperial brother very well, others must not offend him, he will never hurt people first, he can come to your Shouhe Palace to find you in person, you must have provoked him. No wonder the emperor's face was not very good when he went to court today, it turned out that he was angry with his mother~"

Shen Meixin listened to Yu Zijian's words and almost fainted with anger. What kind of son did she give birth to? It's just that if you don't look at yourself, you help outsiders blame her? Who is she doing all this for? It's not for this son to live a better life, but for her to be dead in the future, he can still sit firmly in his country.

I was going to use the events of this morning to make my son have a grudge against King Xian, how can I say that my son is leaning towards King Xian again?

Yuzi Jian saw Shen Meixin in a daze, and her palm shook in front of her eyes, "Queen Mother? Queen mother? ”

Shen Meixin suddenly turned back to her senses and glared at Yu Zijian with cold eyes, Yu Zijian got up and said to Shen Meixin: "Queen Mother, the emperor's brother's personality, the son-in-law knows better than anyone else, you can sit here and talk to the son-in-law today, the son-in-law knows, the imperial brother is not worried about you for the sake of the son-in-law." I also hope that the queen mother will not be so reckless in doing things in the future. ”

Shen Meixin looked up at her son with a condescending face, and even for a moment, she almost didn't know the person in front of her.

My son wasn't like this when he was a child, he was very obedient, and whatever she said, his son would listen. Why did he grow up and become more distant from his own heart?

His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say a word, and his eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist and looked at Yu Zijian.