"The slave knows what is wrong."

Aunt Ziyun lowered her head and helped the Queen Mother to walk back slowly.

"Han'er, you see that although the lights are bright here, the fake is fake after all, how can it compare to the dazzling sunshine outside.

Every time the concubine has to be here to meet you, after this time, the concubine outside is just an old woman who has disfigured her face. ”

Nangong Han stretched out his hand and slowly took off the black veil on Concubine Zhen's face.

The veil instantly revealed an ugly face.

Concubine Zhen angrily swept down the water cup on the table in an instant, and said viciously: "She ruined me like this, and the mother concubine also had a peerless appearance back then." ”

Her face became even more terrible because of her anger, like Shura crawling out of hell.

It's chilling.

"I know, I know." Nangong Han hugged his irritable mother and comforted her.

It's like comforting a child who wants a gourd of rock sugar.

"The mother concubine wants you to swear that you must kill her daughter and avenge the mother concubine, the biggest resentment of the mother concubine in this life is that you did not kill her, I want my son to kill her daughter."

Hearing this, Nangong Han's body stiffened and said, "Mother, there are many doubts about what happened back then.

Besides, she will also pay the price for what happened back then, and the child will definitely figure it out and give her mother a fair hand. ”

Concubine Zhen immediately became angry: "Are you also protecting that woman?" Do you know how big a fuss she made back then?

If it weren't for her, your mother would have lived most of her life in such darkness, if you don't want to kill her daughter, I'll do it myself. ”

She broke free from Nangong Han's embrace, with a sad and indignant face.

"Mother, listen to me, Yan Ying looks ugly now, and she doesn't look like that on the portrait at all, or the mother concubine will sit there drinking tea, and the child will draw it for you."

Nangong Han still said softly with relief.

Aunt Praruo on the side hurriedly helped Concubine Zhen and comforted: "Master, you should dissipate your anger, that woman was also famous at that time, and her daughter who wants to be born in the future will not be bad, what if you give it to someone like a fake?" ”

After being reminded by Aunt Praruo, Concubine Zhen sat on a chair and drank chrysanthemum tea, looked at the agarwood on the desk and said, "Is the Queen Mother a mediator today?" ”

Nangong Han nodded lightly and said, "I mentioned the county lord of Changping and the young lady Yan Xin of the Ding'an Hou Mansion." ”

"What do you think?"

"The children don't have any ideas." Nangong Han began to outline Yan Ying's outline and said.

"The county lord of Changping is too noisy, and the Guogong Mansion is empty again, and it will not help you in the future.

The Ding'an Hou Mansion is in full swing, Yan Xin, I have also heard of it, she is a rare beauty, and it will be of great help to you in the future, if you can ask for it, it will be good. ”

Concubine Zhen is still satisfied with Yan Xin.

"The concubine heard that the princess of the rice country is also interesting to you?"

Nangong Han raised his head and said, "The Rice Country is far away from the Apocalypse Country. ”

Concubine Zhen smiled: "I am a daughter-in-law, not a daughter-in-law, as long as it is helpful to my son, I don't care if the road is far or near." ”

If it's a daughter, Lu Yuan has to weigh it.

"Mother, I just want you to enjoy your old age in good health, if the eldest daughter of the Ding'an Hou Mansion marries us.

The imperial brother will be jealous of me, after all, the prince's wings are not yet full. Nangong Han said and drew Yan Ying's big eyes.

When painting her mouth, Nangong Han smiled unconsciously, and Aunt Praruo on the other side sighed inaudibly when she saw it in her eyes.

"Mother, what do you see? That's it. Nangong Han handed over the painted portrait.

"So ugly?" Concubine Zhen blurted out.

Is this really her daughter in this portrait? She couldn't help but look at the son she trusted the most and the only one she could rely on.

The god of war of the dignified Apocalypse.

Nangong Han also noticed her incredibleness, and said with a smile: "The painting of the mother concubine can't paint her actual ugliness." Her skin is darker. ”

Nangong Han was a little exaggerated.

At this moment, he felt that being ugly was also an advantage.

Concubine Zhen took the portrait and looked at it carefully and said: "Could it be that she also knew that she was too gorgeous back then, and she was afraid that her daughter would be poisoned, so she made a fake one and came out to throw bricks and jade?" ”

It's really vicious.

"I think there is a possibility, the concubine will wait for me to figure out the ins and outs of the year, and then we will make a decision, okay?" There was a hint of pleading in Nangong Han's tone.

Concubine Zhen took the portrait and handed it to Aunt Praruo and said, "Go to the street and ask whose girl this is." ”

She was still suspicious.

After all, this doesn't make sense.

Aunt Prajna took the portrait and went out,

Nangong Han drank the chrysanthemum tea brewed by Aunt Panruo and said, "Does the mother concubine believe in children?"

Concubine Zhen tapped the table with her fingers like onion fingers, ignored Nangong Han's words, and changed her posture to take the wooden fish on the side.

Concubine Zhen knocked on the wooden fish with her hand, and the only thing in the room was the sound of the wooden fish knocking.

The moment Aunt Praruo entered the door, Concubine Zhen's eyes suddenly opened and asked, "Aunt Praruo, have you taken the portrait to ask someone?" ”

The tone was a little anxious.

Aunt Praruo nodded hurriedly and said, "I asked, and I recognized it as the second lady of the Ding'an Hou Mansion at a glance, but everyone said a word." ”

Aunt Praruo hesitated and turned her head to look at Nangong Han.

"What?" When Concubine Zhen asked this, she deliberately glanced at Nangong Han.

Is his own son ......

Thinking of this, her lips turned a little white.

"The painting is much better than my own." Aunt Pranya smiled.

"Oh, really?" Her face was visibly much lighter.

"Indeed, I'm afraid that things will be reversed, how brilliant she was back then, but now her daughter is bland, not as blessed as the concubine, King Han is a dragon and phoenix among people, and he is in a high position."

Aunt Praruo folded Yan Ying's small statue and put it in the pocket of her sleeve.

"I just look at you to make me happy, no one recognizes me anymore when I look like this, the real Concubine Zhen has been buried in that fire.

I've been trapped in the courtyard in the suburbs for a long time, and only when I enter the underground passage at the door and walk to the end, can I experience the illusion of being favored back then when I arrive at the Hanwang Mansion.

That's it, if we are free, we still have to go out and see the outside world. Concubine Zhen said that she was about to go out with the curtain.

Aunt Prajna followed behind.

"Mother Concubine" Nangong Han stood up.

"Is my son still in trouble?" Concubine Zhen didn't look back, just stopped.

"Mother, the child thinks that appearance is just a skin, and the mother concubine should go out more to get close to nature."

"You said this when you were young, but the concubine couldn't listen to it." Concubine Zhen bluntly refused.

"Back then, your father praised me for being a beautiful face in the prosperous world, if it weren't for her, I wouldn't be living like I am now!"

"Mother, at least a life of grievance is better than a beautiful death." Nangong Han's words seemed to mean something.

"My son talks a lot today." Concubine Zhen walked into the corridor with some displeasure.