Zhao Chen walked out of the Qianqing Palace with his head down, wiping the tears on his face casually, and he couldn't stop slandering in his heart.

Wei Guogong is not a petty person? That's why Emperor Chu can say this!

Which of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty did not know the fiery temper of Wei Guogong? If she dared to go to the door like this, she was afraid that she would not be beaten to death by that old man, and she would not be much better!

Besides, how can she, a beautiful woman with a beautiful face and moon appearance, marry someone else's eldest lady?

And the dead-eyed Xie Duan-

Alas! Life is not easy!

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a figure, her eyes rolled, and she hurriedly walked a few steps to catch up.

"Western painting, you wait." She shouted.

The palace people in front of him stopped, and when they saw that it was Zhao Chen, they hurriedly saluted and said, "I've seen Prince Wu." ”

"Excuse me." Zhao Chen approached with a smile and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"The new concubine is happy, and the slave maid was ordered by the Queen Mother to send a reward, and she is preparing to go back to restore her life."

After Zhao Chen heard this, he took out a hosta from his bosom and said with a smile: "This king saw this on the street a few days ago, and he remembered you after a little glance, such a good product, it should be matched with a beauty like you." ”

Looking at the jade color, which was obviously worth a lot of money, Xihua's face flushed, and he said angrily: "You! Accustomed to coaxing! ”

"This king is telling the truth." Zhao Chen gently put it on for her, and said with admiration: "It's a perfect match!" ”

"This, this is too precious."

"This king can't always be filial piety on his knees, and the ancestor still has to work hard for you, what is this little play?"

The cheeks of the Western painting are even redder.

Although she and the other sisters in the palace often receive small gifts from Zhao Chen, they have never been such a reverie object...

After she thanked her in a low voice, she shyly peeked at Zhao Chen.

Five chapters of Tsing Yi, with two shoulders coiled dragon, a white fur hanging down his ankles, and a smile between his handsome eyebrows and eyes, such a jade-like young man, which one would not like it?

If only this leg hadn't fallen and mutilated—

Her heart softened, and she asked softly, "Did you cause any trouble again?" ”

Zhao Chen grinned: "It's not a big deal, I just don't want to take a concubine." She said as she walked: "This king will go back with you, just to greet the ancestors." ”

Xihua followed her footsteps, lowered his head and asked, "Is it Miss Yan of the Weiguo family?" ”

"Yes, even you've heard of it?"

"When Duchess Wei Guo asked the Queen Mother a few days ago, she mentioned this matter." Xihua's voice was low, "However, listening to her voice, it seems that she is reluctant to do this family business." ”

Zhao Chen raised his eyebrows with interest: "What did the ancestor say?" ”

"The Queen Mother just smiled and responded a few words, but then she was a little angry, and when she went to bed, she said——"

She walked around to Zhao Chen, cleared her throat and said seriously: "The Queen Mother said that choosing her to be your princess is a blessing that she cultivated in her previous life, otherwise she is a person with gold edges, and she is definitely not worthy of you!" ”

Zhao Chen was completely relieved and couldn't help laughing.

"Don't laugh, the slave thinks that the Queen Mother is right, you are such a good person, if you really want to say that this family business is not suitable, the other party is not worthy of you!"

"Just say this in front of this king, you can't say much to others, remember?"

Xihua nodded: "The slave understands." ”

After chatting about the daily life in the palace for a while, the two of them had already walked outside the Cining Palace.

Xihua said: "The Queen Mother should have just finished worshipping the Buddha at this hour, and the slave maid will report it for you." ”

After a while, the palace people invited Zhao Chen into the main hall.

"Grandson greets the ancestors." She bowed respectfully.

On the phoenix couch sat an old woman of nearly eighty years old, her hair full of silver threads coiled high, and the traces of time were all over her face, making her look extremely old.

Seeing Zhao Chen, her cloudy eyes were full of unconcealable love, and she hurriedly beckoned: "Come over and let the mourning family take a look." ”

Zhao Chen obediently stepped forward and half-knelt beside the old man.

The Queen Mother looked at her for a while, and couldn't help frowning: "Why did you lose weight after not seeing anyone for a while?" ”

Zhao Chen pondered for a moment before raising his head, and called out aggrievedly: "Old Ancestor—"

The white miserable little face, the red eyes, the pink and tender lips... Live like an abandoned puppy.

The Queen Mother hurriedly pulled her to sit beside her, and asked distressedly, "Who bullied our Chen'er?" ”

Zhao Chen immediately lowered his head again, looking pitiful.

"Wei Guogong is sick, His Majesty asked his grandson to come to the door to accuse, and said, said that if Wei Guogong does not forgive his grandson, his grandson should not think about it-"

"The mourning family has heard that it was you who swore on the street that you would not marry that male actor, which made Wei Guogong angry." The Queen Mother feigned anger and said: "You said how old you are, how can you be so nonsense!" ”

"My grandson doesn't know that he is a man, I just want him to walk steadily."

"But after all, you've decided to be married."

"That's set by His Majesty, and my grandson is just following orders." Zhao Chen said in a sullen voice: "Ancestor, Cui'er will not dismiss me for being lame, will not look down on me, and will not cling to me because I am a prince, do you think the granddaughter of Duke Wei will be like this?" ”

At this time, as if unintentionally, the Western painting straightened the porcelain vase placed next to the couch.

Looking at the porcelain vase given by the Duchess of Weiguo, the Queen Mother suddenly remembered what happened a few days ago, and her face was not good.

Zhao Chen's mind moved, and he sighed heavily: "Actually, they are quite right, the grandson is indeed incompetent, not only insulting the name of his father's martial arts, but also deserving of being looked down upon." ”

As soon as Zhao Chen's words came out, the Queen Mother frowned.

"It doesn't matter if everyone looks down on their grandson, but grandchildren don't want their princess to be like this, otherwise, my grandson will not be able to raise his head for the rest of his life."

The Queen Mother's eyes sank, and she glanced at her husband who was close to her, who leaned closer and muttered in her ear.

Her husband's surname is Sun, and he has served the Queen Mother for more than 50 years, and Zhao Chen has seen each other's skills with his own eyes when he was young.

Reaching the pinnacle, he can be called the first master of Ouchi!

And what the other party said was what happened in the Qianqing Palace, and he repeated everyone's conversation word for word.

Seeing the Queen Mother crying, Zhao Chen couldn't help but sigh lightly in his heart, but he approached and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?" Did the grandson say the wrong thing? ”

The Queen Mother shook her head slowly, and wept: "It's all the fault of the mourning family, the mourning family shouldn't have agreed to your father to join the army, and shouldn't let him go to the border, otherwise how could you suffer these hardships——"

Ten years ago, the young son of the Queen Mother, Zhao Baice, the king of martial arts, led the army to resist the enemy at the border pass, and finally died in battle.

The most dazzling marshal in the history of Great Chu, the god of a hundred battles whose subjects worship the gods, fell on the battlefield like this, and Princess Wu then threw herself into the well and was martyred, leaving only her seven-year-old son Zhao Chen to be taken back to Beijing.

took the throne, entered the clan, and became the youngest prince in the history of Great Chu.

The lines in the corners of the Queen Mother's eyes deepened a little, and she sobbed: "It's all to blame on the mourning family, it's the mourning family who is sorry for you." ”