Rebirth of the legitimate daughter: the daily life of His Majesty the Emperor’s beloved concubine

The soft red color of the palace lantern on the corridor eaves happened to fall on the pointed end of the hairpin, and the silver hairpin handle reflected the red light like a sharp arrow, shooting straight into her eyes.

Su Ning'an's eyes shrank, and the hand holding the handkerchief couldn't help pinching her fingertips. The tassels of the five-tailed phoenix hairpin in her hair trembled slightly, but she still stabilized her figure and refused to show any of it. Cowardly, but his back became straighter and straighter.

Looking at the hairpin in his palm, he frowned slightly and said coldly: "Where did Mr. Shanda pick it up? I didn't expect Mr. Shanda to have such a hobby."

Sheng Heng tightened the hairpin in his hand and took two steps forward. He saw her body tense up, but he stubbornly refused to step back. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and a glimmer of light flashed under his eyes. Ha, how interesting!

He held the hairpin in front of Su Ning'an and said, "I think the imperial concubine must have too many jewels, so missing one or two hairpins is nothing." After saying this, he glanced at Suning'an's expression, but saw that she was unfazed. Under such circumstances, He could still be so calm, and he couldn't help but feel a little more appreciative in his heart.

After a moment of distraction, he still said: "But if a humble minister inherits this thing from the emperor, I wonder what the emperor will think?"

Su Ning'an felt relieved and smelled the faint smell of blood on his body. Although she was confused, she looked at the distance between them, which was only five or six steps away. She couldn't help covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, turned around and walked forward two steps. Step by step, it still widened the distance between the two.

But I heard Sheng Heng behind me say: "The eldest prince is about to turn three years old. Although he is not the legitimate son, he is the eldest son. Naturally, the emperor has high expectations for him. If... the queen should think more about the eldest prince."

When she mentioned her son, Su Ningan's eyes turned cold, and a numbness ran over her scalp. The hand in front of her could not help but tighten the handkerchief, and he even threatened her with her son!

The corner of his eye was slightly focused on Sheng Heng, and he chuckled, "Sheng Sheng is so interesting. I am favored by Sheng. My son is the eldest son and his only son. This warning from Shanda makes me puzzled."

Although he was panicking in his heart, he was pressed down by her. He turned around and looked at Sheng Heng. The tassel hanging from the phoenix hairpin shook violently twice, "Does Sheng Sheng want to say that this belongs to me?"

Thinking of his appearance in the cave, Suning'an's face became even colder, and he took two steps to the side, speaking sternly, "Just pick up a hairpin and say it to slander me? Or do Shanda people think you will inherit this thing?" Will the emperor spare you if you go up?"

Sheng Heng smiled lowly, not at all intimidated by Suning'an's aura, "I'm afraid you have forgotten that everything that comes out of the palace must have a mark."

Turning his fingers, there was indeed a very small imprint of the imperial treasure room on the back of the hairpin. "Although Wei Chen is a man, he can also see that this hairpin is a pair of hairpins. Where does every piece of jewelry in the palace go?" There are records for all of them, and as long as the emperor checks it, he will know which empresses were rewarded with this pair of hairpins, and which empress lost one."

Su Ning'an looked at the hairpin in Sheng Heng's hand, snorted coldly, and his eyes fell on the few strands of hair placed closely together with the hairpin.

Although what he said was correct, it was expected that Sheng Heng would not dare to carry this thing up. If not, why would he need to find her privately?

There must be another purpose!

"In that case, please ask Mr. Shanda to pass this thing on to the emperor so that he can be promoted to a noble position and the emperor can clear the harem."

Although Su Ning'an's voice was soft, every word was sonorous, so she naturally refused to give in to him.

Sheng Heng smiled and said, "Where are you talking about? I just returned the things to their original owners." After saying that, he handed the things to Su Ning'an.

Su Ning'an looked at the hairpin in his hand coldly. Even if it belonged to her, she would never recognize it!

"This is not from me. Shanda people must have found the wrong person!"

After saying the next word, he turned around and was about to leave, but heard him say: "Mother, can you please listen to me?"

"Conversing with the palace concubine in private for a long time, Shanda Ren is already punished by death!"

King Jin watched from a distance as Sheng Heng and Suningan faced off against each other beside the rockery for a long time. He raised his lips with satisfaction before turning around and leaving from the path.

Women, there is nothing they are not afraid of when encountering this kind of thing. What's more, she is the emperor's woman!

Besides seeking perfection, what else can we do? snort!

Sheng Heng watched Suning'an leave, lowered his eyes, looked at the hairpin and the strand of black hair in his palm, and was about to tighten his fingers when he heard an ice-like voice behind him: "What do you want to say? You might as well talk to me. !”

Sheng Heng turned around and saw the emperor walking out from behind a big stone. An Li, who was waiting beside him, had just lit the palace lantern. Gu Yuan was still accompanying the emperor.

A stone shot out of Shen Yanzui's fingers and hit Sheng Heng's wrist. With a "clang" sound, the hairpin fell to the ground together with his hair.

An Li hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the hairpin and hair, wrapped it in a clean handkerchief, and handed it to the emperor.

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It wasn't until she was out of Sheng Heng's sight that Suningan allowed herself to stagger a few steps. Holding on to the red pillars of the hexagonal pavilion, he turned his head and looked at the brightly lit palace. The sound of silk and bamboo could be heard inside, as well as the poems spoken by the civil servants when they were drunk and drunk.

She took two steps back uneasily and looked at the overly busy palace in the distance. The person who could protect her was sitting there right now. As long as she told him, as long as she said...

However, she didn't dare anymore. I’m really not sure!

If she said it, would he really believe it?

But those two things are still in Sheng Heng’s hands!

His heart suddenly beat violently, and he was so panicked and uncomfortable that his body became weak.

He hurriedly stepped into the small pavilion, holding on to the stone table and gasping for air, but as if all his strength had been exhausted, he fell down on the stone bench.

Sheng Heng is acting like this today, so he must have some backup plans, and he will definitely come to her again in the future!

However, it is not difficult to guess what he is planning. She is a woman and a woman who knows people, so she can naturally feel the desire in his eyes.

But if he only wanted her body, she didn't believe it. He must have had big intentions, including high-ranking officials and generous salaries, or even...

Su Ning'an thought so and couldn't help but clenched her fists.

Shen Yanzui and Jiang Er passed by each other one after another, which made her eyes look firm. No matter what Sheng Heng wants, whether it's for the emperor or his son, she can't give in!

Even if he threatens him with this, it will never become a knife in his hand to harm the emperor!

Let alone let Jiang'er become a puppet in his hands!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty." Cuizhu came hurriedly with a big cloak, "Why are you here? Make it easy for me to find you."

Cuizhu touched Su Ning'an's cold hands and quickly unfolded the cloak and put it on her.

"Cuizhu!" Su Ning'an hurriedly grabbed Cuizhu's hand, and then she felt that the panic in her heart had some support.

"Empress." Cuizhu looked at the fragility between Su Ning'an's brows, squatted down and held her hand tightly, "What's wrong with you?"

"I-I'm so cold."

A gust of cold wind passed through the pavilion, causing the gauze curtains tied to the pillars to ripple.

"Then let's go back..."

"Go get the wine! I want to drink!"

"My lady..."

"Hurry up! I want to drink!"

I don't know whether he was in urgent need of wine to soothe the panic in his heart, or whether he wanted to forget about it temporarily. At this moment, Suningan just wanted to feel the hot wine sliding down his throat.

When Ana Shen came to look for it, she saw that the gauze curtains of the small pavilion had been lowered.

The smell of wine in the pavilion was turbid and hot, and Suningan was so drunk that he lay on the stone table, the wine bottle dangling in his hand, and he kept pouring wine into his mouth.