The rebirth of a concubine: Gong Du will become the Queen Mother

Lu Zhaolin nodded and looked at the Queen Mother again: "The son is unfilial and the Queen Mother is frightened."

The Queen Mother gently shook her head: "What are you saying between mother and son?"

When he looked at Jiang Shiying, Lu Zhaolin had a smile on his face: "Is Ying's hand hurting?"

Jiang Shiying shook her head and asked him: "Is Your Majesty okay?"

Lu Zhaolin nodded and said, "That's great."

A smile broke out on Jiang Shiying's face and she said, "Then Ah Ying will be relieved."

In Ganquan Palace, Lu Zhaolin, Shangshu Ling and others still had political affairs to discuss from the previous dynasty. Neither the Queen Mother nor Jiang Shiying stayed here much.

More than half an hour passed, and Lu Zhaolin finally finished explaining the political affairs of the previous dynasty and sent away Shangshu Ling and others.

He took a breath and was about to drive to Jingyang Palace when a young eunuch came into the palace with a message saying that it was Concubine Wen who wanted to see him.

Concubine Wen is the mother-in-law of Prince Gong. Now she comes to ask for an audience, obviously because she wants Prince Gong to force the palace to rebel.

Lu Zhaolin frowned, pondered for a moment, and then asked someone to invite her in.

A quarter of an hour later, Concubine Wen resigned from Ganquan Palace with a stooped body.

Lu Zhaolin suppressed the sigh in his heart and took people to Jingyang Palace.

In Jingyang Palace, Jiang Shiying was sitting on the soft couch in the wing room. She held a rattle in her right hand and quickly flipped her wrist, making a "dong-dong" sound from the rattle.

Ping An lay beside her, her little hands clapped happily, and the laughter and the sound of drums merged together to form a happy song.

When Lu Zhaolin entered the door, he saw this scene.

The gloomy color between his brows and eyes gradually faded away, replaced by gentleness and joy.

"Ah Ying."

After saying this, Jiang Shiying turned around and looked over.

Then, she let go of her hand, and the rattle fell straight onto the thick carpet, making a muffled sound.

She ignored the rattle and stared at Lu Zhaolin at the door. After being stunned for a moment, she blinked, stood up with some surprise, took two quick steps and threw herself into his arms, saying: "It's quite a sight. Your Majesty."

Lu Zhaolin hugged her with a smile on his lips: "Didn't we just meet her in the Ganquan Palace in the afternoon?"

Jiang Shiying raised her head and glared at him: "How many times did you look at him?"

Lu Zhaolin smiled and said: "I will stay in Jingyang Palace today. You can see as much as you like."

Jiang Shiying's eyebrows curved: "Your Majesty, you must keep your word."

"That's natural." As he spoke, Lu Zhaolin's hand gently touched her face: "Ah Ying has lost a lot of weight."

Jiang Shiying said nonchalantly: "I just have a bad appetite recently."

She only said that she had a bad appetite, but did not mention that she was worried about him.

Lu Zhaolin was very worried. Ah Ying was like this. She treated me sincerely but never knew how to take credit.

Thinking like this, he spoke softly: "It would be better if Zhao Yuanshi comes to take a look at you. You are too thin, I really can't worry about you."

Jiang Shiying responded obediently: "Everyone listens to your Majesty."

The two of them didn't go inside, they just stood at the door and talked to each other. The look of you and me making everyone in the room lower their heads.

At this time, Ping An on the soft couch suddenly let out a dissatisfied "Ahhh" sound.

This voice seemed to wake the two of them up from a dream. After looking at each other and smiling, they walked hand in hand to the bed.

Lu Zhaolin picked up Ping An and gently pressed his cheek against Ping An's little face. Ping An thought this was teasing him, and started to giggle again.

Lu Zhaolin sighed: "We haven't seen each other for only ten days, and peace has become much stronger."

Jiang Shiying's eyebrows were filled with tenderness: "Mother Wan said that children are like this, they look the same every day."

The child felt tired, and Ping An's body was weaker than that of ordinary children. Not long after, he yawned and then slowly closed his eyelids.

Lu Zhaolin put him back on the soft couch, and the two of them quietly left the wing and returned to the bedroom.

As soon as she entered the door, Jiang Shiying casually dismissed all the people waiting in the hall.

Lu Zhaolin raised his eyebrows and saw her hands approaching his neck to unbutton his clothes.

He chuckled softly: "I haven't had dinner yet, are you so anxious?"

Jiang Shiying glared at him and said, "I just want to see how your majesty's injuries are. He's fully recovered."

Lu Zhaolin sighed softly in his heart, held her in his arms and said, "I am not injured."

Jiang Shiying looked up at him: "Seriously?"

Lu Zhaolin picked her up and walked toward the bed: "If you don't believe me, just check her carefully."

Yao Xingde, who was waiting outside the door, originally wanted to ask if dinner arrangements had been made when the time came. Hearing the commotion in the palace, he thought to himself that there was no rush for dinner, as hot water had to be prepared in advance.

After the clouds cleared and the rain cleared, the two of them did not ask for water, but hugged each other and lay on the bed talking.

Lu Zhaolin's voice was low and pleasant: "A Ying, are you relieved after the examination?"

His lips were close to her ear, and when he spoke, his warm breath blew onto her earlobe, tickling her so much that she subconsciously hid away while laughing.

Lu Zhaolin held her slender waist with one hand and held her shoulder with the other, trapping her firmly in his arms. He even deliberately leaned into her ear and asked, "Why doesn't Ah Ying speak? Ah Ying, are you relieved?" "

Jiang Shiying's words were mixed with laughter, and seemed a little intermittent: "Ah Ying... Ah Ying is relieved... Your Majesty... please spare Ah Ying... Ah Ying is so itchy."

Seeing her like this, Lu Zhaolin raised the corners of his lips, kissed her forehead again and again, and then said: "Ah Ying has lost a lot of weight, there is no flesh on her body, it's all bones."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Shiying suddenly turned over and came closer, pressing her slender jade fingers on his chest, with a hint of sadness in her tone: "Your Majesty, you dislike me now?"

Lu Zhaolin pulled her back into his arms and kissed her on the top of her head before saying, "Where is the disdain? I obviously can't trust your body."

Jiang Shiying's fingers gently circled his chest, and she raised her eyes to look at him: "Are you serious?"

Lu Zhaolin held down the troublesome hand and said with a hint of hoarseness in his voice: "It seems that I have to put my own practice into practice and prove it to Concubine Chen."

As he spoke, he stretched out his arms and turned over.

Jiang Shiying's unspoken words were swallowed by him. Only occasionally a few murmurs came out from between the lips and teeth, lingering in the ears ambiguously.

Early the next morning, Yao Xingde gently knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The door of the bedroom was opened, and the servants filed in.

Yao Xingde opened the tent, bowed, and said with a serious face: "Your Majesty, Concubine Wen is gone."

"What's going on?" Lu Zhaolin asked with a frown.

Yao Xingde said: "He hanged himself."

It was a grave sin for a concubine to kill herself, even a concubine.

But Concubine Wen's mother's family was already involved in Prince Gong's rebellion, and the whole family had no way of survival. It makes no difference whether Concubine Wen committed suicide or not.