But Lu Mingfeng quickly came back to her senses, and she couldn't help but gently pinch her daughter's soft face: "Sister Nuo, my mother will say a few words to my uncle, come over soon, you will be obedient first."

After saying that, he came in and took Sister Nuo'er out.

There were only two people left in the main hall, Gong Jueyi and Lu Mingfeng, her expression was condensed, and she was no longer as soft as she was in front of Sister Nuo.

Gong Jueyi smiled bitterly, turned around and walked towards the gilded throne with his hands in his hands, as if he didn't intend to say anything.

After a while, he spoke, with a little hesitation: "The child belongs to Prince Jing, right?"

Where did this start, Lu Mingfeng couldn't help but be stunned, how could he think that this kid was Gong Xuanchi? She has only had one time with him, and she and Gong Xuanchi are innocent.

But she almost nodded, "What's the matter, who stipulates that I can only give birth to you!?" ”

An unprecedented bitterness permeated Shanggong Xuanchi's heart, he had not been confirmed by Lu Mingfeng before, and he still had a trace of luck, but now, he actually felt so desolate, and his heart was frozen for thousands of miles.

"No wonder he hasn't married, he was waiting for you, and soon I won't be able to do it, I'll give him the Zen position, just ......" Gong Jueyi's expression froze, as if he had drunk a bowl of bitter medicine: "It's just that Taigong Sheng is still young, I just hope you can open up and let him and the imperial concubine go!"

Lu Mingfeng didn't expect Gong Jueyi to say this to her, but she was more surprised in her heart, Gong Jueyi wanted to give up the throne? If you have to let it anyway, why do you have to do it when she comes back?

Immediately afterwards, I heard Gong Jueyi say: "I owe you too much, after so many years, I have also figured it out, whether Sister Nuo'er is my child or not, I owe you."

Lu Mingfeng couldn't help but sneer when he heard this, now he knows that he owes her? Seven years ago, when he was desperate to use her as a pawn, he never saw him soft, and now what is the use of coming to her to talk to her!

"What's the use of you thinking you owe me? What can you compensate me for, don't you think it's ridiculous? If the apology is useful, what will the yamen do with it! ”

Gong Jueyi didn't expect Lu Mingfeng to be excited, he glanced at Lu Mingfeng apologetically: "Now that you have everything, what can I pay you back?"

As soon as these words came out, Lu Mingfeng also reacted, what else is she doing now? With the identity of Mrs. Yunzhang of the Yun Clan and the owner of Ming Ji, what do you lack?

If it was in the past, she was always tired and out of breath, longing for someone to take her into her arms and shelter her from the wind and rain, but now that she is used to relying on herself for everything, she has no such thoughts, no desires.

The corners of her mouth hooked up a sneer, and she said with a bit of banter: "It's not me who you owe the most, and I don't need your things."

Gong Jueyi couldn't help but be stunned, could it be that besides her, there was ...... He thought of the little girl who was there just now, she, could it be his daughter? But Lu Mingfeng said it himself, Sister Nuo is Gong Xuanchi's daughter. Lu Mingfeng is about to leave, everything that should be said has been said, what's the point of staying, she has now solved a knot, she just wants Gong Jueyi to take her like she has no choice. She just wanted him to feel the pleasure of being uncontrollable for once, and now the goal was achieved, but her heart was not as happy as she expected.

Who knew that Gong Jueyi suddenly stood up and walked to the rosewood table on the side, he sat cross-legged with his clothes, spread the yellow silk on the table, raised his head and said softly to Lu Mingfeng: "Will you help me grind the ink at the end?"

Lu Mingfeng didn't know what he was going to do, but he still nodded, as he said, maybe he had sharpened the ink for him for the last time in his life, why be so harsh?

She half-rolled up her sleeves, dropped two drops of water in the inkstone, and gently polished the pine pattern ink regularly.

The ink is getting thicker and thicker, Lu Mingfeng stopped at the right time very accurately, the ink was thick appropriately, Gong Jueyi's old Zihao pen was dipped in ink in the inkstone, and the pen was placed on the yellow silk cloth with ease.

After writing the will in one go, he habitually blew the words that were still a little wet.

In the end, he took the holy decree to Lu Mingfeng, with a somewhat decisive tone: "This edict is for you, keep it well, if you still have affection for Gong Jueyi, give him this edict, hire you as a wife, and treat Sister Nuo well."

Lu Mingfeng was stunned again, what does Gong Jueyi mean, is she being a matchmaker for her now?

She didn't accept the edict, but then she thought of Gong Xuanchi sending Sister Nuo'er away in person, so she still stretched out her hand to continue, if she could take the opportunity to take revenge on Gong Xuanchi and look at his deflated appearance, why not?

She thought in her heart, and straightened her look: "You don't have anything else to do, I'll go back with Sister Nuo."

Gong Jueyi didn't leave her behind, and just as she stepped out of the hall door with one leg, Gong Jueyi's voice suddenly came from behind her: "Is there a red mole on the back shoulder blade of Sister Nuo'er?"

Lu Mingfeng's face changed abruptly, and his surprised gaze fell on Gong Jueyi, how could he know this? In her doubts, Gong Jueyi waved her hand lightly: "That's it, I'm just asking casually, you can go."

Lu Mingfeng retracted his gaze in shock, stabilized his mind and turned to leave. But she was very puzzled in her heart, how could Gong Jueyi know that Sister Nuo had such a mole on her body, Sister Nuo had never seen Gong Jueyi since she was born, and then she had been living with her in the Yun Clan, but now he said the location of the mole so accurately, which made her not suspicious.

But before she could think about it, Sister Nuo pounced, and Lu Mingfeng squatted down to hug her: "Sister Nuo'er is not hungry, is it okay for my mother to take you to dinner."

Who knew that Sister Nuo'er actually hung her head, and said with some grievances: "Mother, is it okay to give a little money to that uncle, he is so pitiful, we have so much money, is it good to give him a little."

Gonggong Li on the side listened to it almost full of black lines, this little girl looks very cute, how can she talk but make people angry? The emperor turned out to be a poor uncle in her eyes? The emperor is the lord of the calendar, nothing, this little girl.

Lu Mingfeng couldn't help but smile bitterly, Gong Jueyi didn't know how she would feel if she heard this, but she naturally wouldn't really rely on Sister Nuo to give money to Gong Jueyi.

She smiled and kissed Sister Nuo'er on the cheek, "Okay, well, I listen to Sister Nuo'er, but now Sister Nuo'er still has to go to lunch obediently." ”

Sister Nuo complied, immediately smiled, responded obediently, and pulled Lu Mingfeng's hand into the carriage.

The carriage drove away, but Gong Jueyi in the Xuande Hall could not calm down for a long time, and when he asked Lu Mingfeng what he said just now, the unbelievable look in her eyes said everything.

Sister Nuo is his daughter, and that cute little girl is actually his daughter, which makes him feel a little complicated.

Every emperor will take a pill when inheriting the throne, and a red mole will grow on the shoulder blade behind him, which is a symbol of status and a royal bloodline.

For so many years, only Murong Huaqing gave birth to a son for him in the harem, and Ruan Concubine later became pregnant with another, but in the end she still didn't hold the miscarriage, and no one in the harem gave birth to a dragon heir after that.

He only has one son under his knees, Gong Sheng and Gong Yinuo are born in one year, Yinuo is still an older sister, and she is a few months older than Gong Sheng.

Gong Sheng is an only son, so that he is the most memorable, in the past seven years, there have been a lot of poisoning and stabbing, fortunately, there are no dangers, which is finally a kind of comfort, but thanks to the wit of the imperial concubine, otherwise it would not have been possible to resolve those crises so casually.

Therefore, Gong Jueyi also had a little more respect for Murong Huaqing. At this time, in the Changyang Palace, Murong Huaqing, who was wearing a purple gold thread and a hundred birds in a phoenix palace skirt, was lying gracefully on the beauty couch, and the people around her had changed.

The corners of Murong Huaqing's eyes were also faintly wrinkled, the pearl was covered with dust, and the beauty was twilight, which made people sigh and sigh.

At this time in March, it is the day of spring flowers, the birds outside the window jump up the branches, the window outside the plum white pink, the small Xuan window, the soft sunlight shines in.

Suddenly, a palace maid wearing an emerald green bijia ran in from outside the door, she walked in and prostrated on the ground, and said respectfully: "Niangniang, just now the little noble son of Xuande Hall came to deliver the letter, saying that Concubine De Niangniang is back!"

Murong Huaqing's face changed drastically, and he stood up, although it had been seven years, this name still made her hate her so much, Gong Jueyi used her as a knife to deal with Murong Mansion.

Wasn't it because of her that I was in the first place? But she didn't take care of her in person back then, but now she actually appeared again, she suddenly sounded in her stomach, and she didn't know if it was a boy or a girl when she was pregnant with the emperor's first child.

She looked at the creeping maid on the ground with a bit of viciousness, and said in a sharp voice, "Did she bring anyone in?"

The palace maid's body trembled a little, and she didn't dare to speak, but she couldn't help replying. She shrunk and glanced at the other little palace maid next to her, looking hurried.

She was alarmed, "Yes, there is a girl about the same age as the prince."

Girl? Hearing this, Murong Huaqing was overjoyed, and her originally low mood became joyful again, she did not allow anyone to threaten the position of the crown prince, and her son was the only one who could inherit the throne.

After experiencing the initial panic, Murong Huaqing calmed down, she thought in her heart, Lu Mingfeng was born to a girl, even if she returned to the palace, she would only end up with the reputation of an eldest princess, and it would not threaten her and her son's status.

Thinking of this, a strange look flashed in Murong Huaqing's eyes, but she definitely couldn't let Lu Mingfeng enter the palace so easily.

Having made up his mind in his heart, Murong Huaqing's expression also calmed down.

What did she panic about, she didn't hold back just now, and she was deflated.

The hand with the openwork red gold armor gradually arrived, revealing sharp marks on it.

"Well, I know, continue to pay attention to the situation over there, and if there is a little trouble, they will come over to me immediately."

The little maid hurriedly retreated. As if pardoned.

Songzhi on the side stepped forward and gently refilled a cup of hot tea for Murong Huaqing, she thought of her son, so she asked Songzhi to come up and listen: "You have to pay attention to the prince's side, don't go wrong."

Matsueda smiled and nodded, looking respectful and obedient. Murong Huaqing's face gradually improved.

She was really worried just now, she lost her sense of proportion for a while, and she was overjoyed, she had endured it for so many years, how could she break her success because of Lu Mingfeng.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside, a sound of hairpins ringing Jinhua, someone lifted the curtain, and heard a loud voice outside: "The prince is here!"

It turned out to be a son, and the face that was as cold as frost just now suddenly floated with a feeling as soft as spring water, which made people want to drown honey in it. Seven-year-old Gong Sheng was dressed in a small yellow robe, with a pair of auspicious cloud embroidered shoes on his feet, and the pattern outlined by gold thread revealed this royal luxury in the reflection of light.

He was holding a bouquet of flowers, large double-petaled cherry blossoms, and the faint sweet fragrance still lingered on him. I have to say that the genes of the royal family are all carefully selected, and if you take out a child at random, you can see that you are handsome and elegant.

Murong Huaqing quietly watched his little angel come to himself, his happy expression was undisguised, Hongcheng gave the flowers in his hand to Murong Huaqing, and his voice was gentle and warm like a spring breeze in March, like a spring breeze blowing in the willow wind.

"Mother, the flowers in the imperial garden are blooming well, the child came back from the snow, and when he saw it, he went to pick a few branches of Concubine Hua, na, this is for you."

He took out the handful of flowers in his hand and solemnly gave it to Concubine Hua, how could Concubine Hua be unhappy, she was even happier than the New Year, and even felt that the red gold face that Gong Jueyi gave her did not have a bouquet of flowers sent by her son Gong Sheng himself to make her happy.

The pink and white crystal petals looked even better in the light transmission place, and Murong Huaqing couldn't let go of it with joy. Her gaze was leisurely, like a bright star in the middle of the night.

Gong Sheng saw that his mother was happy, and he was also happy, "If the mother concubine likes it, the son will go to get some flowers for his mother after class and put them in a vase to raise, and the mother concubine will be happy when she looks at it." ”

Murong Huaqing nodded with satisfaction, and the smile made her gaze more distant and soft, making her upright facial features even better.

There is no longer the original girlish feeling, but there is a kind of majesty precipitated by time, where she sits, but it makes people feel that this is as beautiful as a painting.

The best painters can't describe her demeanor, that kind of soft and touching and restrained beauty.

But if Gonggong Li sees it, he will still feel that the imperial concubine is not as good as the current Concubine De Niangniang, no, she should be called Mrs. Yunzhang, such a charming aura exuded from her bones. Graceful and generous, the feeling of respecting and staying away comes to mind.

Yes, today's Mrs. Yunzhang is no longer the submissive little girl she used to be, she already has the capital to fight against everything.

Murong Huaqing took the flower in Gong Sheng's hand with his own hands, put it in front of him and sniffed it gently.

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