Chapter 119: The Most Suitable Person
In Fengluan Palace, the queen was listening to Mo Chunyan and Gao Jieyu's physical discomfort, she was already depressed when she heard the news from Chonghua Palace, and knew that Xiao Qi was gossiping with Jiang Guifei because she took a fancy to Gao Jieyu's pregnancy, so angry that she pinched the good red peony handkerchief in her hand, and her chest suddenly rose and fell: "It's just that Jieyu is pregnant, Jiang Guifei is holding chicken feathers as a sword, she just will use the means to seduce the saint to go to Chonghua Palace, which is really annoying." ”
Mo Chun handed over a cup of boiled blood swallow and echoed, "Who said it wasn't." Jiang Guifei controls the only concubine in the palace who has an heir, but you can imagine what the idea is, and ask the slave to say that Jiang Guifei has always been disrespectful to her mother, and now she has the consent of the saint to take care of Gao Jieyu, doesn't this give Jiang Guifei a great opportunity? Mother, we have to guard against it. ”
"Of course Hongu knows." The queen looked a little irritable, her fingertips twitched the spoon in the bowl, and she didn't take a sip: "But the queen mother said that the turmoil over Concubine Jiang Guifei's miscarriage has not passed, and if the child in Gao Jieyu's womb is gone, then the palace should be blamed for not being able to run the harem." ”
"Yes, the slave maid is worried that the child in Gao Jieyu's womb will be born, and it will naturally come to Jiang Guifei, and at that time..."
"No!" The queen said categorically: "After the saint promised her mother, Jiang Guifei has no possibility of being promoted." As long as the queen mother refuses, the Holy One will take care of the queen mother's son. ”
"But Niangniang, the world is unpredictable." Mo Chun was embarrassed: "You think, when Jiang Guifei first entered the palace, she was named a concubine by the Holy Shangjin, which is beyond the expectations of the Queen Mother and you, if you wait for the Queen Mother in the future... Who can guarantee such a long-term event in the future. ”
Mo Chun is also reasonable, of course the queen knows that with her dispensable relationship with Xiao Qi, it would be good if such a respectful relationship could be maintained forever, do you still have to expect that after the death of the Queen Mother in the future, Xiao Qi can still do this to herself?
When she was panicking, Mo Chun continued: "If you want the slave to say, Niangniang, you have to have your own children. ”
The queen was a little annoyed and angry, and said with embarrassment: "Do you still need to say this? But if you look at the number of times the saint has come to Fengluan Palace, you know that it is difficult for this palace to get pregnant! Bengong originally wanted to snatch Gao Jieyu from Jiang Guifei's hands, but the queen mother thought that Bengong was in a hurry. If you want to be a prince in the future, it's fine, but if you are an emperor, isn't it useless? But Hongu felt more and more that he couldn't afford to wait. ”
"Ten months pregnant, Jiang Guifei will definitely try to hit Gao Jieyu with her idea, if the saint agrees, then there is no hope for the palace." The queen was stunned, shook her veil and frowned. 𝙢.𝙑𝓞🅳🆃🅆.🄲𝓞𝓜
Mo Chun's eyes turned to the queen, and he immediately smiled lightly: "Niangniang, Gao Jieyu is not the only one in the harem. Jiang Guifei is short-sighted, but Niangniang is not. Even if Gao Jieyu gives birth to a prince, what is the use of a prince whose biological mother is Jieyu? ”
"Bengong also thought about it like this, but the queen mother meant, let Bengong wait..."The queen was a little moved by what Mo Chun said, but because the queen mother said before, the child, only the one who is separated by a layer of belly from him is the closest, so she hesitated a little.
Mo Chun smiled: "Niangniang, what is there to wait for." Don't forget, Concubine Jiang Guifei can't have children in this life, but you're not, if you have your own children in the future, it's a big deal to allocate the side hall in Fengluan Palace to raise them carefully, and others will say that you are kind-hearted. ”
"Yes." The queen was obviously relieved: "Concubine Jiang is different from this palace. Even so, the palace still needs to discuss with the Queen Mother, after all, only Ji Wanrong is the right person at the moment. By the way, how is Ji Wanrong's illness? ”
A vague smile appeared at the corner of Mo Chun's mouth, and he moved closer to the queen and said: "Back to Niangniang, there are already medical officers who have gone to Yaohua Palace to treat Ji Wanrong, and the saint has also let people go to see Ji Wanrong, and Jiang Guifei has also sent tonic medicine when she sees the wind." According to the attitude of the saint in this matter, Niangniang, Ji Wanrong is indeed a suitable candidate. ”
"Whether it is suitable or not, you have to agree with the Queen Mother." The queen bit her lip and said, "You wait and send some tonic medicine to Yaohua Palace, don't make this palace treat the concubines under you badly, and ask Jiang Guifei to come out!" ”
"Yes, the hour is not early, the slave and maid will serve you to eat." Mo Chun responded.
In the evening, after drinking the decoction re-prepared by the medical officer, Shen Qingjiao's symptoms of headache from time to time due to the wind and cold were reduced a lot, and Honeysuckle tucked the corner of the futon and said softly: "Niangniang, the saint is still very good to you, just let Gonggong Chen come again, saying that the letter sent to Ji County, hurry up, it will arrive tomorrow, so don't worry." ”
At this time, Shen Qingjiao drank the decoction, and took a green plum preserved fruit in her mouth, and the sourness at the beginning was suppressed by the sweetness that came out of the dense water, and for a while, the sweet and sour taste was mixed in Shen Qingjiao's mouth at the same time, just like Honeysuckle suddenly mentioned Xiao Qi, and Shen Qingjiao was caught off guard After remembering yesterday, the strange feeling that welled up in his heart.
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