Emperor Nanchen frowned slightly, turned his head and looked at Zhou De for a moment, thoughtfully, and looked at Jing Lingyi, his eyes were full of kindness, "Yi'er can have such a motivated heart, I am naturally pleased, but I don't want Yi'er to work too hard." ”

Jing Lingyi shook his head, "Father, rest assured, the sons and daughters are going to study, and they won't be happy at all." ”

Emperor Nanchen looked at him and said with a smile: "Stinky boy, I don't know you yet, I sleep until three poles a day, if you let you go to the court every day to listen to the government, I'm afraid that your kid won't need three days, and he will retreat." ”

Jing Lingyi grabbed his dragon robe and pouted: "Father made fun of his sons again, but sons are not so lazy." ”

Emperor Nanchen stretched out his hand and patted his head gently, "Okay, if you can be obedient to me, I will be satisfied, as for the things above the court, Yi'er is still young, and I don't want Yi'er to work too hard, my wish is that Yi'er is safe and happy." ”

"Erchen knows that his father feels sorry for Erchen, but Erchen is not afraid of hardship, and others can reach Baolong Hall when they are in Yin, and Erchen can too." Jing Lingyi pulled his dragon robe, shook it, and said coquettishly: "Father, you should experience the son, the son is already an adult, no longer a child, the father and the emperor are so conniving at the son, others will gossip." ”

"I just want to spoil Yi'er, who dares to gossip?" Nanchen Emperor Road.

"Father, please, son-in-law promises, will you stay in the palace honestly in the future?" Jing Lingyi pouted.

Emperor Nanchen looked at him, his heart softened for a while, frowned slightly, and said thoughtfully: "Rong Zhen think about it." ”

"Really?" Seeing that he was relieved, Jing Lingyi's starry eyes widened, and his eyes looked at him with bright eyes.

"Alright, let's dine with me first." Nanchen Emperor Road.

Jing Lingyi pulled his dragon robe, pouted and said coquettishly: "Then the father just agreed?" ”

"I'll think about it, eat first." Emperor Nanchen gave him a chopstick dish and said tepidly.

"Thank you, Father." Jing Lingyi smiled and nodded hurriedly.

After lunch, Jing Lingyi went back to Baoyao Palace, and he was in a good mood.

It's just that as soon as he left, Emperor Nanchen didn't take the matter to heart, and was busy with government affairs, so he slowly put the matter aside.

The news that the five princesses were unfortunately buried in the fire soon spread in Beijing, and everyone didn't know the inside story, but they just thought that the princess was suffering from her life, but they didn't discuss the next things.

Jing Xuanyu suffered a dumb loss, although he dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, but his hatred for Emperor Nanchen and Jing Lingyi was intense.

As soon as the fifth princess died, Mu Caidie was excited, urging Mu Tingsu to propose to Jing Xuanyu to marry her, but because the white affairs of the Royal Palace's mansion were imminent, no happy events could be held within a year, so as not to cause discussions, and Mu Tingsu had to put the matter of marrying her daughter on hold.

Jing Lingyi waited in the Baoyao Hall for a few days, but finally couldn't sit still, and was about to go to the Dragon Bedroom Hall to ask for an explanation, but halfway through, he saw Feng Lanyu hurriedly running forward with the two imperial doctors, and felt strange in his heart.

"Why are you so panicked? Which master is sick? Jing Lingyi asked.

"It turned out to be His Royal Highness the Seventh, and the minister was in a hurry to rush to Huaxiang Palace." A physician replied.

Feng Lanyu stood behind the Imperial Doctor, inconvenient to interject, and bowed her head silently.

"Huaxiang Palace?" Jing Lingyi was stunned.

Xiao Mozi hurriedly reminded: "Your Highness, it is the sleeping palace of Concubine Xue. ”

"Xue Fei?" Jing Lingyi recalled, looked at the imperial doctor, frowned, and said, "What's the matter?" ”

"Concubine Xue suddenly had a tire, Your Majesty is anxious to announce that the ministers are waiting for the past, Your Highness, the ministers are busy first, it is inconvenient to delay, and I ask Your Highness for forgiveness." The Imperial Doctor didn't bother to salute, and hurried forward after speaking.