The tea at hand had been changed four times, and Mo Junchen's eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter. The screams of Concubine Rong in her ears became weaker and weaker.

"Ginseng soup! Quick!" Deng Tao's voice came out from inside from time to time.

Just as Mo Junchen waved his hand to let Chang Shiliang change into the fifth cup of tea, a bright cry came out of the dormitory.

Mo Junchen didn't care about drinking tea, and quickly got up and walked towards the dormitory.

"Ahh A scream full of horror followed, and Mo Junchen couldn't help but pause.

"Your Majesty......" Deng Tao ran out of the dormitory with a roll, kneeling at Mo Junchen's feet, and kowtowed incessantly, "Your Majesty forgives you......

"How?"

"Mother...... Mother, she ......."

"What's wrong with Concubine Rong?"

"Mother, she gave birth to a monster!"

"Presumptuous!" Mo Junchen shouted angrily and interrupted Deng Tao's words.

Deng Tao didn't say much, just crawled on the ground, trembling.

Mo Junchen saw that Deng Tao didn't look like he was talking, and the anger on his face gradually subsided, but he always only believed what he saw with his eyes. Mo Junchen groaned slightly: "Take the child out and let me see!"

"Your Majesty, don't look at it......" Wen Po's voice came from the tent in the dormitory.

"My child, why can't I watch!" Mo Junchen's anger made no one up and down the Yaohua Palace dare to speak.

"Your Majesty......" Wen Po trembled and walked out of the dormitory with a small burden, breaking the air that had just frozen.

Mo Junchen took the burden from Wen Po's hand, and with just one glance, the blood on Mo Junchen's whole body was cold.

A small baby in the burden is like being wrapped in a thick eggshell, with helpless crying and constantly waving limbs, cracks appear in the eggshell one after another, looking towards the crack, the inside is red, gently pressed, blood gushes out of the crack, it may be too painful, and the cry is sad again.

Mo Junchen handed the little burden back to Mrs. Wen, and glanced coldly at Deng Tao at his feet: "Get up."

Deng Tao stood up tremblingly, lowered his hands and bowed his head to stand beside Mo Junchen.

"Go make me a bowl of soothing soup." Mo Junchen waved Deng Tao away. Seeing Deng Tao's back disappear outside the gate of Yaohua Palace, Mo Junchen took Chang Shiliang out of the main hall of Yaohua Palace, standing at the door of the main hall, Mo Junchen looked up at a wisp of floating clouds in the distance, and let out a long sigh, "Chang Shiliang, pass on my will, immediately close Yaohua Palace, and all palace people are not allowed to go out, ten days later, Rong Guifei Lin will be buried in the mountain behind Longquan Temple, and all palace people will be buried together."

"Yes......" Chang Shiliang bowed down.

With the decree issued, the gate of Yaohua Palace was closed by the forbidden army, and together with the weeping and pleading of everyone in the palace, they were locked up.

"Chang Shiliang," Mo Junchen took a deep breath, "follow me to the Imperial Garden."

"Yes."

Although the Imperial Garden in late autumn is not as dazzling as in spring, it is also violet and red. The fragrance of cinnamon makes people feel refreshed, the fiery red wood hibiscus is eye-catching, the begonias are slightly trembling by the autumn breeze, and the purple, yellow, red, white, green, all kinds of chrysanthemums and all kinds of colors compete with each other.

Mo Junchen paced on the gravel road, silent.

Chang Shiliang followed behind Mo Junchen and accompanied him with twelve points of caution.

"Chang Shiliang." After being silent for a long time, Mo Junchen's voice was a little hoarse.

"The old slave is here." Chang Shiliang took half a step forward and supported Mo Junchen.

Mo Junchen stopped, squinted his eyes, and looked at the layers of red maple leaves around the gazebo not far away, as if muttering to himself, as if to say to Chang Shiliang: "I saved a son of my own today, and killed a child of my own with my own hands. Say, am I a good father?"

"Your Majesty." Chang Shi's conscience inexplicably flashed a touch of sadness, "The old slave hasn't read any books, and he doesn't understand those big truths, the old slave only knows that if you want this flower to grow well, you must cut off all the bad ones, otherwise there will be no flowers in this garden."

Mo Junchen looked at Chang Shiliang and looked at it again

Looking at the flowers blooming like clouds around him, he sighed lightly and said, "Let's go see the Queen Mother."

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There was peace in the Funing Palace.

"The emperor is here." Leng Mei, who was guarding outside, was deeply blessed by Mo Junchen, "The slave maid is going to pass on the message to the emperor."

"Is Chen'er here?" A gentle and loving voice came from the room.

"Mother. My son has come to greet you." Mo Junchen respectfully lowered his hand and responded, "If the mother is resting, the son will come back later."

"It's okay, come in." With the words of the old queen mother, the curtain at the door was lifted by Han Ju. With Han Ju's salute, Mo Junchen entered the house.

"Leng Mei, Han Ju, you go and let the emperor taste the newly made dim sum in our palace." The old queen mother looked at Mo Junchen's eyes full of smiles.

When only the mother and son were left in the house, the old queen mother added some spices to the incense burner on the side, and the light smoke rising from the house was wrapped in a warm aroma, gently surrounding Mo Junchen.

"The emperor has lost weight and is emaciated during this time." The old queen mother looked at Mo Junchen with pity, and her outstretched fingers caressed Mo Junchen's face.

"Worries my mother." Mo Junchen met the loving gaze of the old lady, and his restless heart gradually calmed down.

The bead curtain sounded, and Han Ju and Leng Mei walked in with two or three snacks and a white fungus lily pear soup.

"It's easy to be impetuous, so drink soup to feel more comfortable." The old queen mother pushed the bowl to Mo Junchen's hand.

"You go and prepare some food, and the mourning family will leave the emperor for dinner in the evening." Seeing Mo Junchen take a sip of soup, the old lady's smile went straight to the bottom of her eyes. Seeing that Mo Junchen seemed to have something to say, the old queen mother sent Han Ju and Leng Mei out.

"Whew......" Mo Junchen let out a long sigh of relief, a slightly cool soup in his stomach, his heart was really much more transparent, he glanced at the old queen mother, and said softly, "Concubine Rong......

"Born?" The old queen mother looked at Mo Junchen and smiled.

Mo Junchen hesitated, nodded, and stopped talking.

"Dead?" The old queen mother looked clear.

Mo Junchen's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at the old queen mother incredulously.

"Done the right thing." The old empress dowager nodded lightly, "Chen'er, don't blame yourself, you can only blame him for having an ambitious brother and a nephew who can fight well. Come and see." As she spoke, the old queen mother led Mo Junchen to the bedside.

A green chrysanthemum is blooming on the windowsill, but there is a pot of chrysanthemums with long leaves and no flowers next to it.

"Sigongtai is becoming more and more unruly, such flowers can actually be sent to Funing Palace!" Mo Junchen frowned.

"This is planted by the mourners themselves." The old queen mother stopped Mo Junchen, who was about to call Chang Shiliang. "This is a pot of green chrysanthemums last year, when the flowers bloomed, not to mention how beautiful they were, the mourning family liked it very much, so they let the flower room leave it to the mourning family, the more the mourning family looked at it, the more they liked it, they liked it so much that they were reluctant to cut a leaf, and then this year there were only lush leaves, not a bud. The mourning family asked the manager of the flower room, and the manager said that the nutrition has grown branches and leaves, and naturally it will not grow buds. If you should prune, you have to prune, and if you are reluctant for a while, you may change the outcome." The old queen mother paused, "Okay, let's go and taste the newly made dim sum in my palace."