After finding someone to bring a note to Sun Qianzhong, Murong Ling went to Concubine Jing's bedroom with peace of mind.

She is the eldest daughter of the Murong family, she once crowned Chu Jing, and she was originally going to be sent to the palace as the queen's mother, but it was her sister Murong Jing who replaced her in the palace, and became the current Concubine Jing.

comforted his sister, even if Sun Quanzhong was loyal to such an excuse, he couldn't refuse, so he simply agreed.

Because today was a festive day, and all the servants had gone to help in the imperial garden, the huge palace seemed even more deserted, and there was no other old man except for a few maidservants who were waiting nearby.

Anle Palace is very close to the Imperial Garden, and even the joyful laughter can be heard from there, and the matter of the third prince is turned over by laughter, and no one knows that there is a sad woman who is desperate for this.

"Don't cry, it's all this time, what's the use of tears?" Murong Ling walked into the dormitory, retreated the maids on both sides, and said in a cold voice.

"Woooooooooo......oo Sister, my children are dead, why can't I be sad, woo woo...... My poor Emperor. ”

The cry of grief made people listen to it very poignantly, but it was really impatient when it fell on Murong Ling's ears.

"Does it work? Will Xuan'er come back to life? Where is the man you love in your heart? The indifferent words, every sentence was like a knife, inserted into Mu Xijing's heart.

The truth is sometimes so unbearable, which is why so many people like to speak with a clear conscience, and pick out some words that others like to hear.

"But sister......" Murong Jing wanted to explain before she finished being interrupted by Murong Ling indifferently.

"Do you think you still have time to cry and cry here? When Huang Yi is busy tonight, the next person to deal with is you. ”

Huang Yi is the current queen mother, who can clean up the three palaces and six courtyards of Emperor Chu.

"If I knew that I would definitely not feed Xuan'er, how could I harm Xuan'er......" Murong Jing cried uncomfortably, this was probably the biggest mistake she made.

However, what Murong Ling said did make sense, and when she was busy entertaining the envoys tonight, she would free up her hands to deal with herself.

deliberately killing the prince, the punishment for this crime should not be too light.

"Enough! Let you stop crying, you know to cry and cry all day long, is it a woman like you that he likes? Murong Ling yelled impatiently.

She is cold and stubborn, she can do everything well, and she herself is good enough, she thinks that only Chu Jing, the best man, is worthy of herself.

But she was wrong, it turned out that all men liked to be delicate and unattached, she thought he would be different, and the result was not the same as those stinky men.

"You know that he murders me, yes, he just likes me like this, of course my sister is not as good as my sister, but the best thing about my sister is that she can get the emperor's favor, and my sister is delusional when she works hard."

This was originally a hidden pain in Murong Ling's heart, but it was said so bluntly, it was like an old scar being torn open alive, revealing the blood-red memories inside.

A pair of delicate eyes were covered with scarlet bloodshots, and Murong Ling instantly moved to Murong Jing's side and pinched her neck fiercely.

She really hates this woman very much, when she was in the house, she and herself robbed her father's favor, and later she robbed the man she loved, but she only relied on her to see him from afar.

"Ahem...... Sister, why bother? Even if you strangle me, it won't change any reality, he just doesn't love you......"

Knowing that her martial arts were not as high as Murong Ling, Murong Jing didn't even struggle, her charming eyes stared at her quietly.

The loss of her beloved son is equivalent to losing her support, and in the future, she always thought that she would have a happy life and instantly became a phantom.

Anyway, there are not many happy days to live, so why should she care so much?

"He doesn't love me, he doesn't love me......" Murong Ling repeated this sentence, and finally fell to the ground in a distraction.

yes, how ridiculous, he doesn't like himself at all.

She always remembered the resolute look and tone of his voice when he said that he hated her, and made her love like a joke.

But the more she loves, the more difficult it is to give up, until she has been married to Sun Qianzhong for many years, and after having a daughter, the only man she thinks about in her heart is still him.

"Does my sister finally know about grief?" Concubine Jing said self-deprecatingly, this sister has always been aloof and indifferent, how have you ever seen her bow her head?

"Sadness? Hmph, I'm afraid you're thinking too much. Murong Ling said disdainfully, even if she was sad, she would not choose to expose it in front of Murong Jing.

The sharp fingers were clenched in the sleeves, and the tips of the fingertips were almost pinched into the flesh, but she didn't feel the slightest pain.

After quietly tidying up her clothes a few times, Murong Ling said as she walked towards the outside of the palace, "This path is your own choice, but I can't complain that my sister won't help you." ”

She wanted to see if the man who was said to love her like his life would choose to help her at such a critical juncture.

The reason why Huang Yi dared to act so boldly was not because his father and brother had heavy troops in their hands and had been guarding the border gates.

Although the border passes have become more and more stable in the past two years, war has never been brewed, and it is always imminent.

Murong Jing didn't say anything, what if she saved herself, even if she died, she would bring the secret to the Yellow Spring.

The arrogant back, beautiful and elegant, unhurried.

After coming out of Anle Palace, Murong Ling did not return to the General's Mansion, standing in the imperial garden, she looked up at a corner of Yipang.

When he's in a bad mood, he likes to come and stay here, you see how well she knows him, but she can't even get into his eyes.

Lowering her eyes sadly, Murong Ling calmly walked towards the rockery, her steps were as if she had been enchanted, and she could only go in that direction.

For fear of the embarrassment of bumping into her face, Murong Ling jumped on the rockery softly and approached the small pavilion from an extremely hidden corner.

Her wish was really small, she just wanted to see what he was doing, even if it was just a glance, even if he was no longer the handsome and handsome he used to be.

In the pavilion of the Imperial Garden, a pale yellow light came from inside, and the windows of the room were closed, and from time to time a few coughs would come from inside.

The Praetorian Guards tightly surrounded this pavilion, and even the eunuchs who were waiting close were driven out, and the current emperor was in a rage, and he didn't dare to provoke him.