Chapter 315: Same as Bamboo

In the cold winter, the Zhongcui Palace, which was already covered with a layer of dust, fell another layer of snow, and the original white snowflakes were gray, so heavy that they shrouded the entire hall, and the gloomy atmosphere was exactly the same as the cold palace that was separated from the palace walls of several palaces.

"Qing'er, you go and beg your father to see me again." The originally glamorous Queen Lin knelt on the ground in despair at this moment, and her messy hair could no longer stop the slanted hairpin from falling heavily to the ground.

Murong Liang had never seen her like this, the queen of the world, the biological mother who had always given advice to herself, would one day kneel on the dirty ground and beg bitterly.

He didn't expect that Murong Jue would have such a means to expose everything carefully arranged by the queen mother, it turned out that his immobility was all to recuperate and prepare for action.

If you are not careful, you will lose all the games, and everything is over. Murong Liang looked at Empress Lin's helpless gaze and felt it deeply. "Mother, you shouldn't have been." He held Queen Lin's arm and said with a sigh.

When Empress Lin heard this, she couldn't control her crying anymore, she was lying heavily in Murong Liang's arms like a beam without support. She was remorseful and desperate, she never thought that she would get to this point today, she should have disposed of Murong Jue a long time ago.

"Queen Mother, don't worry, the child will beg his father to let you out as soon as possible." Murong Liang felt the tremor of Empress Lin's body, he hugged her tightly and said something that he didn't even know in his heart. I can't protect myself, can I still ask my father to release her?

Empress Lin burst into tears, she nodded, and suddenly she remembered something and straightened up from Murong Liang's embrace, "You take this to your father." As she spoke, Queen Lin bit her fingers, and drops of bright red blood scrambled to the ground, startling a fine amount of dust.

"Queen Mother, what are you doing here?" Murong Liang looked at this scene in surprise.

Empress Lin tore off a piece of white fabric from her cuffs, and she said as she drew it with her bitten fingers: "You send this to your father, maybe he will be able to remember the old love." She didn't believe it, she had been with him for so many years, even if she didn't have love, she should have some attachment, and the company of so many years was not as good as Concubine Flaw. That woman is just good-looking, and if she has a little brain, she can be framed by herself.

After a few moments, the white cloth was stained with blood. It was a bamboo forest, and if it weren't for the bright red one, it would be a little delicate, but it would be strange to look at it at a glance.

"Don't worry, the queen mother, I will definitely hand it over to my father." Murong Liang took the fabric and said.

Empress Lin raised her sleeve and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Go, go." She hurriedly pushed Murong Liang.

Murong Liang was pushed to his feet with the blood-stained fabric, and he took one last look at Empress Lin and left in a hurry.

The lush bamboo forest on the cloth is Queen Lin's last bargaining chip, I remember that she was not a queen at that time, and the first painting he made for himself was the bamboo forest that did not wither regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. The emperor said that he was like bamboo, weak on the surface and the inside. I still remember that day, after the sealing ceremony, the heavy phoenix crown pressed on his head, and everyone called Queen Lin in unison, and he personally handed over the phoenix seal carved with phoenix patterns to her hands, and the heavy feeling made him feel steady.

And now from Zhongcui Palace to Cold Palace, from the phoenix crown to the pearl hairpin, from the sky to the ground, it is like a dream.

Queen Lin thought about it, as if she was stunned and showed a sneer.

And here, Murong Jue had long expected that Murong Liang would go back and ask the emperor to forgive Empress Lin from remembering the old relationship, and he bribed the people around the emperor to stop Murong Liang.

"This prince hasn't been deposed yet, let me in." Murong Liang clutched the handkerchief tightly and said angrily at the few guards who stopped him.

People are cold, and these people are so respectful to themselves on weekdays.

"The prince should go back, the emperor told me not to see you." The voice of the guard led by him was neither high nor low, but it pierced Murong Liang's heart.

"Fuck off." Murong Liang couldn't hide the anger in his heart and was about to rush in. Seeing this, several guards drew their swords one after another, but it was only a matter of time before the prince who had no heat abandoned it, and they couldn't offend Murong Jue.

After a sword dance, Murong Liang was at a disadvantage without sword strength, and he suffered a lot of sword wounds on his body, which were hideous and terrifying, and he was drenched in blood.

Seeing this, several guards slowed down their movements, after all, the emperor has not abolished the crown prince, and even if they are not the prince, they can't beat people to death.

Just as he was hesitating, a sharp voice came. "Presumptuous, what are you doing?" The sound of the fight reached the emperor's ears, and seeing that the emperor was displeased, the eunuch hurriedly went out and shouted.

Several people stopped, Murong Liang half-knelt on the ground, describing embarrassment, he gasped in the cold wind, and beads of sweat the size of beans mixed with blood and flowed into the snow, "Father." He shouted with his head down, choked up.

"You still have a face." The eunuch saw that it was Murong Liang, and complained regardless of his identity as the crown prince.

As soon as the words fell, the emperor walked over with heavy steps. Seeing this, the eunuch hurriedly lowered his head and retreated, "Murong Liang, you can't protect yourself, do you still think I will forgive that slut." Looking at Murong Liang, who was covered in injuries, he was furious. The pain of knowing the truth kept him awake at night, and he wished that a thousand knives would not be enough to slash Queen Lin to vent his anger.

Hearing his father call his mother a slut, Murong Liang's heart was pinched fiercely, "Father, the queen mother has something for her son to hand over to you." "Anyway, my father is finally willing to see him. Murong Liang took out the cloth and presented it with both hands, hoping that he would be able to take a look. However, this piece of cloth painted with bamboo forests is now stained with Murong Liang's blood, and the lush bamboo forest has no shape, and some are just bloodstains.

The eunuch on the side hurriedly handed the cloth to the emperor, "What is this?" The emperor frowned at the bloody cloth. What does Empress Lin mean by giving herself such a piece of cloth, did she want to make herself sympathize with her by staining her blood. What is this blood, she killed a human life. If it weren't for Empress Lin, Concubine Flawed would not have died, and Murong Jue would not have endured humiliation for many years.

"Father, the bamboo forest painted with the blood of the queen mother is above, and now the cloth is stained with the blood of the son-in-law. Please also ask your father to take care of you for the sake of the queen mother for many years. Murong Liang begged bitterly.

"Okay, let's release her from the cold palace, after all, she is the queen." The emperor held the handkerchief and said coldly.

Hearing this, Murong Liang's eyes widened in disbelief, he didn't expect his father to pardon his mother so easily.