Concubine Ling has been sad recently, and when she thinks of Luo'er's assassination, her whole heart goes up and down every day.

Why is Luo'er's life so bitter?

The palace maid Ronghua looked at Concubine Lingniang, who sighed all day long, and felt uncomfortable, the eleventh prince was safe and sound, they were maids, they were persuaded and persuaded, but it was useless.

Niangniang is precious to the eleventh prince.

Who let Niangniang only have one child of the eleventh prince.

It's not like other concubines, both children under their knees, just like the Zhuang Concubine Niangniang of the Embroidery and Palace, the princess alone gave birth to three, and there were four princes and seven princes, although the four princes died early, the seven princes invited themselves to the fiefdom after the New Year, although Concubine Zhuang did not have a son by her side, but she could not change her belly to fight for anger.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

Just when Rong Hua was in a trance, Concubine Zhuang came from outside the Huaqing Palace with a big belly.

Rong Hua looked at Concubine Zhuang's big belly from afar, and couldn't help but pout, to say that the emperor doted on his mother, but Niangniang had no heirs except for the eleventh prince.

Look at this Concubine Zhuang again, the child gave birth to a string, so who do you love?

Today's emperor is also over half a hundred years old, and Concubine Zhuang is also a half-old, who is not as young and beautiful as her own mother, and her upright belly is how to look at it.

The emperor is a big pig's trotter, and he shows deep love for his mother on his face, and he has a bunch of babies with a bunch of concubines behind his back, and he is angry when he thinks about it.

It's a pity that she is just a small palace maid in Huaqing Palace, even if she wants to complain about her mother, the emperor probably doesn't bird her.

Rong Hua secretly rubbed the handkerchief in her hand, and almost crumpled the handkerchief into pieces.

Concubine Zhuang was supported by a chamberlain, stepped into the Huaqing Palace, and then opened her throat and shouted, "Sister Ling, can you rest?" ”

I'm afraid no one will know she's coming.

Concubine Ling, who was originally sad, heard this shout, so she could only cheer up a little, got up and walked out of the hall to greet her.

"I didn't stop, why did my sister have time to come to Huaqing Palace." Concubine Ling stood at the door of the hall, and she didn't mean to get close to Concubine Zhuang at all.

At this time, Concubine Zhuang had a stomach, who would dare to touch her?

What if the dragon son and grandson in her belly have a bad luck and are relied on? In this palace, every step is frightening, and you have to be cautious to help people.

Concubine Zhuang was full of spring breeze, stretched out her hand to stroke her big belly, and said with a smile: "This palace sits in Xiuhe Palace every day, it's really boring, come out and walk around, I never wanted to walk and walk to this Huaqing Palace, and I came in to see my sister by the way, my sister is good lately?" ”

"Thank you sister for worrying, it's just that my sister is pregnant, don't just wander around outside, if something happens, no one in the palace can afford it." Concubine Ling said without being salty.

"My sister is too worried, my sister has given birth to a lot of children, and now I feel that giving birth to a child is like laying eggs." Concubine Zhuang laughed.

Rong Hua slandered for a while, did Concubine Zhuang think of herself as a hen? Giving birth to a child is like laying eggs, and the hen still lays eggs a day, so if you have the ability, you can go to the next child a day.

What are you talking about in front of your own mother?

It's not a bully, but only the eleventh prince has a child.

When I thought of the eleventh prince, I was really sad for my mother.

Concubine Ling was a little absent-minded, she was now so focused on her children that she didn't have the heart to care if Concubine Zhuang gave birth to a child as if it was like laying eggs.

Concubine Zhuang looked at Concubine Ling unmoved, withdrew her hand from the hand of the waiter, and pulled Concubine Ling over, which made Concubine Ling's face change slightly.

"My sister's face is not very good, is it not enough to rest recently?" Concubine Zhuang said softly: "This palace heard that the eleventh prince was assassinated a few days ago, and the assassin has not been found so far, but I really sweated for the eleventh prince, and my sister should not worry too much, the eleventh prince has his own natural appearance, and he will be fine." ”

Rong Hua heard it so much that she wanted to go up and beat Concubine Zhuang violently.

It's really a pot that can't be opened!

Their own mothers are worried all day long, they try their best to divert their attention every day, this Concubine Zhuang is good, and she will pick out the assassination of the eleventh prince in three or two sentences, I am afraid that Niangniang will think of it and be heartbroken again.

Concubine Ling reluctantly squeezed out a smile on her face, and said, "Sister Cheng Jiyan." ”

"Speaking of which, the eleventh prince's life is really bumpy, he accidentally broke his leg five years ago, and now there are still people who want to assassinate him, fortunately, Mo'er in the palace went to the domain early, otherwise he would have to worry about his son's life all day long like his sister, and he was too tired to live." Concubine Zhuang said to herself.

Concubine Ling's face turned slightly pale.

Rong Hua almost couldn't help but want to beat people out.

It's just too much!

But when she looked at Concubine Zhuang's big belly, she could only grit her teeth and secretly tell herself that she must hold back.

You can't fight, you can't fight.

If she makes a good fight, she will definitely have to cause trouble to her own mother, and when the time comes, she will be burdened by her mother, Huaqing Palace, and even the eleventh prince, then she will be a sin.

"Anyway, the eleventh prince is not too young, and my sister should take care of the marriage for the eleventh prince, maybe she can be happy, and it will be prosperous in the future, and then give birth to a son and a half daughter, it will be better." Concubine Zhuang seemed to have not spoken for a year, chattering vigorously.

Concubine Ling's body shook when she heard this, she had been worried about Luo'er's leg disease, and then worried about Luo'er's safety, but how could Luo'er's marriage be left behind.

As soon as Concubine Zhuang reminded her, she instantly felt that it was such a reason, and it was good to marry a princess and rush to the door.

Thinking about it again, Luo'er already has a designated candidate for the princess, that is, there is such a thing as passing the door, as long as you mention it to the emperor, you can pass the door on a good day.

Although the eldest daughter of the Zhenguo Mansion is the queen's niece, it is quite appropriate to think about it, but there is no way, the two are the marriage designated by the emperor, since it is her daughter-in-law who has passed the door in the future, as long as Luo'er is doing well, she has to let go of her prejudices.

The eldest daughter of the Zhenguo Mansion is not young, but because of Luo'er, the marriage has been delayed, otherwise if she were a woman from another family, she would not have known how many children she had given birth to.

The more Concubine Ling thought about it, the more reasonable she became, and a smile gradually bloomed on her face, and she smiled: "Thank you sister for reminding me, my sister also thinks it's so reasonable, it seems that I have to find Luo'er to talk about his marriage, and I can't delay other girls." ”

Concubine Zhuang became even more energetic when she heard this, and said with a smile: "It's good for my sister to listen to it, and my sister is also worried about my sister, if you want to talk about other princes, you see that King Xian's son will be able to jump, and the eleventh prince and King Xian are not a few years old, but they can't be left behind in this regard." ”

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