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"Since you believe that the concubine has not died, what are you doing here today? Do you want Jing Chenyao to see how infatuated you are? Jing Mofeng asked, with even a bit of carelessness in his tone.

The emperor staggered, supported by Chen Debu, who was silent behind him, Chen Debu looked at the father and son in front of him, his heart was full of compassion, he wanted to open his mouth for the emperor to say, to Jing Mofeng, it has not been easy for the emperor these years, to talk about the emperor to protect Jing Mofeng's life, in order to secretly not do anything to him, how much pain the emperor has endured for many years, and wants to talk about how many things the emperor has done and sacrificed for the sake of Concubine Rou Niangniang......

However, in the face of Jing Mofeng's face that should have been sad, but with a smile that seemed to care about nothing, Chen Debu couldn't say anything, he was as speechless as the emperor.

Jing Mofeng didn't seem to have thought about what the emperor would answer at all, he just looked at the emperor silently, watching him tremble and couldn't say anything, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and then stepped forward again, and said in the emperor's ear: "Kindly remind you, don't think that Tianqingwei is by your side, how safe it is." ”

After the words fell, no longer paying attention to the emperor who seemed to be lost and depressed, Jing Mofeng's figure slid backwards, as if dancing on the ice as graceful and smooth, and fell straight to the rockery behind him, reaching out to push away the rockery blocked in the cave, holding Ling Qingrui, Jing Mofeng left calmly.

There was silence all around, as if no one existed standing there, and only Chen Debu knew that the body he was holding on to was trembling like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" The emperor suddenly coughed, and this cough could not be stopped, as if he wanted to cough out his heart and lungs, which was earth-shattering!

"Your Majesty, take care of the dragon...... Emperor! ”

Before Chen Debu's sentence of taking care of the dragon body was finished, he saw the emperor suddenly spurt out a mouthful of blood, and he was so shocked that he almost fainted, but he knew that he couldn't faint at this time, so he hurriedly ordered someone to send the emperor back, but the few Tianqing guards around him didn't seem to hear his words, and stood there steadily, not moving.

Chen Debu was sweating all over his body in a hurry, but he also suddenly remembered that Tianqingwei only obeyed the emperor's orders, although he had served the emperor for decades, he couldn't order Tianqingwei, he was even more anxious at the moment, and he supported the emperor hard.

At this time, the emperor commanded with a faint breath: "Go back to Yushuang Palace." ”

"The emperor's ......" Chen Debu watched Tianqingwei help the emperor to walk back, almost wanted to cry, the Yushuang Palace was extremely deserted, and the emperor couldn't trust those people in the Tai Hospital, and refused to let the imperial doctor come to diagnose and treat, but the emperor's body, can it really hold on?

Not to mention the emperor's return to Yushuang Palace, just saying that Jing Mofeng left with Ling Qingrui as if no one was around, and when he arrived at Liuhua Palace, as soon as he let go of Ling Qingrui, his figure couldn't help but stumble slightly!

Ling Qingrui stretched out her hand to support him, but the moment her fingers touched Jing Mofeng's body, she changed her mind, hugged him tightly, and squeezed her petite body into Jing Mofeng's chest.

She knows his heart!

At this time, he doesn't need any words, because no matter what kind of words of comfort, they are pale and useless, he really just needs a hug, a warm body that can almost freeze his body, and heart, a little bit warm, slowly disintegrate those cold hugs.

Jing Mofeng's body slowly relaxed from its original stiffness, and reached out to hug Ling Qingrui in his arms, but Ling Qingrui could still sense that his heart had not completely warmed up.

Did he suddenly learn that Concubine Rou had not passed away at all, and lost his usual calm, or was he angry because he didn't believe the emperor's words? Ling Qingrui silently drew a few question marks in her heart, but she didn't ask after all.

The two of them hugged each other tightly, and I don't know how long it took before Ling Qingrui took the lead in breaking the silence and asked softly, "Is the concubine really alive?" ”

"I ...... I don't know. In the tone of Jing Mofeng's reply, there was no hesitation and confusion that he had never had.

Before, in front of the emperor, Jing Mofeng had a determined expression, and he refused to believe that his mother was still alive, but at this time, he hesitated, he thought selfishly, if the mother concubine was really alive and just fell into the hands of Jing Chenyao, then he would definitely rescue the mother concubine, and then be filial to her knees, making up for the suffering suffered by the mother concubine who fell into the hands of the enemy for so many years.

However, he was really not sure, the scene when his mother died was vivid, how could he even admit that his mother was wrong? The emperor is so swearing, the silk handkerchief and the letterhead are in front of him, should he believe in his eyes more than ten years ago, or should he believe in the eyes now?

Ling Qingrui noticed his hesitation, slowly withdrew from his arms, let him sit on the chair, and opened his mouth to say something to him, but it was a pair of confused ink eyes, Ling Qingrui couldn't help frowning slightly, feeling that something seemed to be wrong, but she couldn't say it, a thought slipped through like lightning, so fast that Ling Qingrui couldn't catch it, and couldn't think of it.

When he looked at it again, only contemplation was left in Jing Mofeng's eyes, Ling Qingrui shook her head, maybe she was thinking too much, right?

Jing Mofeng took out the silk handkerchief and letterhead he brought back from his arms, and said to Ling Qingrui in a calm tone: "Qingqing, you help me take a look, there is something wrong with these two things." ”

Ling Qingrui nodded, took the letterhead and examined it carefully, even put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it, then slowly shook her head and said: "There is nothing wrong with this letterhead, it is indeed written by someone recently, but I am not familiar with the handwriting of the concubine, so I can't judge whether it is true or false." ”

Carefully putting the letterhead back into Jing Mofeng's hand, Ling Qingrui picked up the silk handkerchief again and looked at it carefully, and after a while, he hesitated slightly: "The silk handkerchief is the same." ”

"What else?" Jing Mofeng had obviously noticed Ling Qingrui's momentary hesitation.

Ling Qingrui raised her eyes slightly, looked at Jing Mofeng and replied: "This silk handkerchief should be soaked with the juice of cold sedges, which will make the already poisoned emperor's body even weaker." ”

The reason for the hesitation was that Ling Qingrui understood that Jing Mofeng at this moment did not want to hear any news about the emperor, and sure enough, hearing Ling Qingrui say this, a trace of ridicule flashed on his handsome face, and he did not answer.

Ling Qingrui didn't mention this topic anymore, and said instead: "Mofeng, whether it is embroidery or handwriting, can be imitated, so even if there are these things, we can't be sure that the mother concubine is really alive and has fallen into the hands of Jing Chenyao." ”

Jing Mofeng nodded silently, but his eyes kept falling on the letterhead, and after a while, he said slowly: "Qingqing, can you see that this wind character is different from other words?" ”

Hearing this, Ling Qingrui's eyes also fell on the letterhead, Jing Mofeng said the wind character in the "wind" on the letter, and saw that the wind character was extremely beautiful, as if there was really a wind passing through the letterhead, and then Ling Qingrui's gaze condensed slightly.

In the middle of the wind character, for some reason, when the pen is closed, it is not like other people's habits of collecting the pen, which is drawn outward, but it is strangely slightly retracted inward, and it actually forms a small circle.

Ling Qingrui, who noticed this, hurriedly looked at the other words again, and Huo Ran found that the other words on this letterhead were also the same way as others, only when writing wind characters, that strange circle would appear.

Jing Mofeng seemed to know that Ling Qingrui had noticed, and said: "When I was young, my mother often taught me to practice calligraphy, first of all, starting with my name, when writing this wind character, I always couldn't write well, and my mother personally took my hand to teach me to write, but at that time I was very stubborn, every time I wrote to the end, I had to draw such a circle before I stopped, my mother admonished me countless times, but I repeatedly taught me, and even in the end, I took my mother with me, and I was used to drawing a small circle." ”

Jing Mofeng's fingers rubbed over that word, and said: "This habit, even the emperor is not clear, only the mother concubine and I know." ”

Ling Qingrui frowned slightly, this is when she feels tricky, if this habit is unknown to others, then could it be that the person who wrote this letter is really a concubine?

Jing Chenyao started the layout more than ten years ago, but he has been holding back for so long before he starts to make trouble, why is this? Even if he wants this country, he doesn't need to use a woman to handle it today, right? How did he know that the current emperor would let him do what he did because of Concubine Rou?

Just as Jing Mofeng suspected, the emperor did favor Concubine Rou at the beginning, but he was not the only one, just looking at Concubine Rou was not one of the four virtuous and virtuous concubines, not to mention the posterior, it was impossible to even be promoted to a concubine, which can be seen.

What exactly does Jing Chenyao want to do with Concubine Rou? Or, if it wasn't Concubine Rou, what did Jing Chenyao do this for?

Ling Qingrui almost had a headache when she thought about it, and her eyes fell on Jing Mofeng, but seeing that his ordinary appearance was either gentle as jade, or cunning as a fox, or arrogant and awe-inspiring, all disappeared, replaced by a touch of loneliness, a trace of confusion, Ling Qingrui's heart suddenly hurt.

Reaching out and taking the initiative to hold Jing Mofeng's hand, Ling Qingrui slowly squatted down, stared at Jing Mofeng's ink eyes from below, and said: "Mofeng, no matter what the truth is, we need to unravel this black curtain with our own hands, if the mother concubine is really still alive, it means that the mother concubine is waiting for us to save her!" At this time, you can't have the slightest hesitation, moving forward is the only thing we can do! ”

Hearing this, Jing Mofeng shook slightly, his eyes shone brightly, he looked straight at Ling Qingrui's eyes, held Ling Qingrui's hand back slightly, then slowly curled the corners of his lips, nodded and said, "Qingqing, it's good to have you by my side!" ”

"No matter what Jing Chenyao wants to do, I won't let him get his wish!" Pulling Ling Qingrui, Jing Mofeng stood up, and arrogance returned to him at this moment.

Seeing that he had returned to normal, Ling Qingrui slowly said the words that had been suppressed in her heart since she was in the Dry Rain Palace, and after Jing Mofeng heard it, her face still sank slightly.