In the Fengluan Pavilion, Lu Runkun bent down and knelt in front of the queen and the emperor, next to the bloody puppy and Jing'er who had not stopped her tears, she wiped her cheeks with a handkerchief, and confided in the nobles in front of her about the dispute between King Rui and the Eighth Prince in the daytime, the queen looked at the emperor on the side from time to time, with a little fear in her eyes and the hope hidden under the calm, after a long time, the emperor slowly said to the eunuch on the side: "Pull this beast away and bury it, block it here, it's not too unlucky." ”

As soon as the words were uttered, there was no need to say more, and the surrounding spectators already knew the follow-up ending, and the queen lowered her eyes to cover up the disappointment in her eyes.

King Rui has never shown up, and it is said that the puppy he likes left suddenly, and he is resentful and does not want to see this bloody scene again.

In the evening, Lu Runkun served the queen to change clothes and sleep, and the emperor comforted the queen and King Rui verbally and then went to the concubine's bedroom, it is said that he only verbally urged the eighth prince, telling him not to bully the hostile brother, and then there was no more him.

The gorgeous woman reflected on the brass mirror only endless loneliness and sadness, the scene of the mirror combing yellow just corresponds to the scene of the first scene of the picture scroll, Lu Runkun put down the curtain of the bed, silently took out the clothes in his hand, and covered the door.

is in the most enviable high position of women in the human world, but she can't protect her son, and it's very difficult to even protect herself.

Facing the waning moon covered by dark clouds, he sighed that life is impermanent and the world is unpredictable, Lu Runkun turned around and went to the kitchen, tomorrow is the autumn hunt, and the second scene in the painting should be the story line of the injured King Rui in the autumn hunt, and as a maid, she is going to go to the last supervision preparation, and tomorrow, the queen will reward the concubines and the families of officials with pastries.

Looking at the dazzling pastry patterns in front of you, a piece of blue-green square bean cake came into view.

"Run'er, look, this is your favorite green bean cake, which your father specially brought back to you from outside."

A woman dressed in a lotus lotus color elegant light dress gently hugged Lu Runkun, who was no taller than the table, in her arms.

The middle-aged man on the side put the velvet hairpin in his hand on the two small hairpins on Xiao Kunkun's head, and the girl ate a mouth full of green beans, squeaked and laughed, and stretched out her hands to hug the man in front of her.

The man took the girl and put it around his neck, and the woman next to him scolded with a smile: "What does this look like, look at you, spoil her lawlessly." ”

The man squeezed Xiao Kunkun's small fist, and his face was full of pride: "Huh! I like to be spoiled like this, lonely is just this one daughter, I don't spoil anyone. ”

"You really are, too."

"Huh?"

"I'm going to talk to you."

"Chan'er!"

A coquettish cry tore the curtain of memories to pieces, and the distant story suddenly ended into reality, in front of which was Jing'er's frowning angrily: "What do you think, you don't care about talking to you for a long time, you don't drool in this plate of pastries." The more the voice spoke, the more anxious it became, "No, you're really drooling, you're hungry and tell me, I'll secretly get one for you, you, you, you, this ......"

"What do you want?" Lu Runkun slapped her forehead angrily, "I'm not suffering from hysteria." ”

"And what are you thinking?" Jing'er leaned her hairy head over and gossiped on her face, "No, you're thinking about Ranfu, right?" ”

Ranfu? It's Ranfu again, who is this Ranfu who lives in the mouth of the gossip spirit?

It's not easy to ask nonsense with the skin of the original owner, so I had to hold back two words from between my teeth for a long time: "No." ”

How depressed but unable to vent, the strong curiosity in my heart and the lack of wanting to entangle can only turn into a long sigh in my heart - why didn't I finish reading this picture scroll in the first place, how long will this story be told, and a husband will be about to be exposed!

As the lord who has been served, he feels very awkward and uncomfortable all over his body when he does the work of serving others, Lu Runkun slowly knelt on the blanket next to the queen and poured wine for the queen and the emperor on the side, and tried hard to recall the etiquette norms that he worked hard to memorize yesterday by lighting a fire at the door of the thatched house, the rules in the palace of the human world are still very different from those in the fairy world and the god world, and the words are very different, and the regulations of Wen Zou Zou seem to be very obscure, so he delayed the time to sleep all night, made Jing'er think that she didn't go back all night after a stomach trouble, but now she has to support the dark circles under her eyes that can barely be covered by three layers of powder, and do the most trivial and torturous work under the hazy and intoxicating poisonous sun, Lu Runkun just thinks that there is a magic weapon that can fast forward the timeline.

Before the start of the autumn hunt, there was a warm-up of polo activities, and all the princes, young and promising children of officials and court officials would play, and Lu Runkun recognized the queen's sister-in-law Chu Changheng and the brown foal that injured Chu Changheng - it was the horse ridden by the eighth prince.

It seems that this is a revenge waiting for an opportunity, sitting in the stands can have an unobstructed view of the game below, at the beginning of the game, the eighth prince chased Chu Changheng relentlessly, and Chu Changheng is a sick and weak prince, not good at sports, according to common sense, the eighth prince should have stepped on him under the horse at this time, but this Chu Changheng blushed and coughed, and did not forget to flexibly avoid the target-oriented chase of the eighth prince, the emperor on the side looked at the Rui King who could only flee with disdain, and the faces of the queen and the concubine were not the same, But Lu Runkun felt that it was wrong, when King Rui was injured in the leg in the painting, the eighth prince was standing behind Yao Zhen, the son of Shangshu of the Ministry of Officials, and at this time it was already the last game, Yao Zhen had already been replaced from the field, and it was ......

Lu Runkun tried hard to recall the portrait of the official of the DPRK and the Central Committee and his heir last night, this is the son of Prime Minister Zuo - Peng Jiaqing.

The story has passed the timeline in the picture, it is impossible, unless someone interrupts, Lu Runkun squinted at the field, and when the burning incense pillar was about to end, Chu Changheng's horse was finally pinned by the horse of the Eighth Prince, and it was not surprising that Chu Changheng's leg fell under the hooves of the Eighth Prince, with a crisp sound, and the leg bone was broken.

The handkerchief in Lu Runkun's hand shook slightly, she clearly saw that Chu Changheng's horse was deliberately controlled by herself, and the crowd that had already been in turmoil on the side of that move couldn't recognize it, and couldn't think of it, because this was the move of the Protoss when he hit Yunju, and it was originally swept over from the surface to avoid the attack with the help of external force, so in order to control the center of gravity, the schemer often had his feet out of the pedal when the two beasts collided, and Chu Changheng made this move and threw himself on the ground when he turned sharply at the end, between the lightning and flint, People who don't understand won't study it carefully at all, and the reason why he fell to the ground at this moment is because he didn't see the whole picture of the scroll, and he didn't see Yao Zhen behind the Eighth Prince, and there is only one explanation - Tangxi Mingzhi!

Lu Runkun followed the crowd that hurriedly ran towards the arena, feeling annoyed and happy, she was finally not alone in it, and finally found the missing person, and she couldn't help but feel a little proud of her ingenuity.

The ladies in the stands looked at Chu Changheng and the Eighth Prince, who fell to the ground under the stands, and they all watched the show leisurely.

No one knows the ambition of the concubine, and the evil intentions of the princes are also known to everyone, so the provocation on the bright side is obviously enough to attract the attention of the surrounding visitors.

The queen and the concubine both hurriedly ran to their son's side, and before the queen could help up the son who fell to the ground, the concubine on the side had already dragged the eighth prince who had just dismounted and knelt on the ground with a "plop": "Your Majesty, the polo game is fierce, and it is inevitable that there will be bumps, even if the eighth prince is young and has no intention of harming others, but something has happened, no matter whether King Rui is seriously injured or not, the concubines are willing to take a sin that has no way to teach." ”

Yixi's words are so good, and he glances at his relationship far away, if the queen is talking about something, he will be unforgiving.

Lu Runkun turned his head to look and found that Chu Changheng was trying to squeeze his eyes behind his back, yes, the seven feelings of the current Yuanzun were sealed, presumably because he couldn't feel what was sad in his heart, how to cry out, so he quickly drew a spell in his palm with the blood on his legs, and in an instant, Chu Changheng's tears were gushing like the Yellow River bursting the embankment, Chu Changheng turned his head in a little surprise and saw Chan'er, who was a little weak-hearted.

It seems like...... It's a bit too much.

Lu Runkun hurriedly wiped the charm in his palm, then turned around, knelt on the ground with a "plop", burst into tears, raised his head to wipe his tears, and clenched his palm was also exactly the same tear gas charm drawn with the blood on Chu Changheng's leg.

"The emperor is Mingjian, King Rui is just a young child, he was so seriously injured, but he also endured a word, just to not let the emperor and queen worry, this is not to blame the eighth prince, after all, this is also His Royal Highness's lack of learning, His Royal Highness is so sensible, I can't bear to see the concubine punished, the emperor should not brush off the friendship of King Rui's love for his brothers and the filial piety of his father and mother."

The surrounding spectators were all thinking of the word "wonderful", and their eyes lit up, and they stretched their necks to look at the "stage" in front of them.

Everyone knows the palace maid around the queen, and her words are bound to carry the queen's face, as soon as these words came out, she was compassionate and generous on the surface, but in fact, she slipped her head to the concubine on the side, and asked her to admit punishment, not to admit punishment, and this will ultimately be the emperor, who is really treating others in the way of others.

As expected, the concubine's face turned blue and white for a while at this time, and the emperor also turned his attention to this son whom he had been scorning again.

Lu Runkun wiped a handful of tears and continued to add oil and vinegar: "Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness has always been weak and sickly, but you have never forgotten Your Majesty's teachings, and you have been working hard to practice martial arts. ”

The queen also knelt in front of her at this time and pleaded for the concubine, the emperor didn't say anything, but he also punished the concubine a little harder, and then brushed his sleeves away, and the medical officer dared to put Chu Changheng on the stretcher and carry it to the medical hall, and at this time, Tang Xi Mingzhi wiped the blood stains in his hands that had dried up and were difficult to clean, so he looked at the sky silently and kept tears, and automatically ignored the gloating eyes of someone beside him.