The reborn son is vicious

"Your Majesty!" Tang Ying and Ling Qing knelt in the court, begging sadly: "The Emperor please calm down! I beg the Emperor to take care of the concubine Xian..."

"Shut up!" Murong Jing was so angry that he raised his leg and kicked over the little table next to him, pointed at Tang Ying's head, and said sharply: "How dare you say that! If it weren't for the merits of you these years, she would have died a long time ago." Isn't it as simple as being thrown into limbo, and the two of you don't know how to say thank you, but dare to intercede for her? Tang Ying, are you impatient?"

Tianzi Lei Ting, how can ordinary people can bear it, all the officials in the audience buried their heads deeply, and dared not show their trembling atmosphere, and some bold ones only dared to sneak a few glances at the situation, no one dared to stand up , to say a word of intercession for the British Duke.

A century-old family, sometimes prosperous and sometimes prosperous, will be miserable when it falls.

At this time, Tang Ying was so anxious that she was about to bleed, but he didn't dare to say anything—it's useless to say anything now, Concubine Xian...

The most precious eldest daughter of the Tang family, the only crystallization of love between him and Ling Qing, it was over.

Just like that... being pushed down from a high position by a little concubine, Leng Xi, pushed into the abyss, never to be seen again!

Murong Jing obviously hadn't recovered from his anger at this time, his eyes were blood red, he looked down at the quiet hall, then at Tang Ying who was kneeling on the ground and dared not speak, and suddenly felt cold.

"Tang Ying, if I remember correctly, your second daughter is not yet married this year, right?"

Tang Xue, the second lady of the British government, is the eldest daughter of Tang Ying's concubine. Now she is twenty-eight years old, and she has a beautiful face, which is a good time for marriage.

As soon as Murong Jing said this, Tang Ying seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly an ominous premonition rose in her heart.

"It's... Weichen's youngest daughter, Xue'er, it's true that she hasn't chosen her husband's family yet."

Murong Jing's eagle eyes rounded, he waved his hand to the bottom of the stage, nodded and said: "What are you all doing kneeling? Today is a good day for my third prince's full moon, what are you all doing with mournful faces, huh? Get up! Why are you dissatisfied with me?" Give you a chance, say!"

Murong Jing was notoriously unpredictable, everyone knew that something was wrong when they saw the emperor's face, so they didn't dare to say anything, they hurriedly got up from the ground, tried their best to pretend to be happy, and felt uneasy in their hearts.

"That's it." Murong Jing smiled with joy and anger. He narrowed his eyes, as if he was thinking. After a long while, he curled up the corners of his mouth and said kindly, "Unfortunately, an accident just ruined my temper." , all the gentlemen are shocked, so, the British Duke Tang Ying—"

"The minister is here."

"Leng Zhaoyi was promoted a few days ago, and one of the concubines is missing, so I will make your second daughter Concubine Ning, it will be the icing on the cake for the third prince's full moon banquet."

Tang Ying was stunned all of a sudden - what does the emperor mean by this?According to his thinking, it would be trivial for the emperor not to pursue the fault of the Tang family at this moment. How could he choose his second daughter to be a concubine?

This... the emperor is too easy to talk to, right? !

The ministers were also surprised, but Murong Jing didn't pay any attention to the people who were looking at each other. He raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Ying's surprised face, slightly frowned and said, "Why, don't you thank me?"

No matter how strange and frightened Tang Ying was at this moment, she couldn't talk anymore, so she gritted her teeth and kowtowed to thank Ling Qing, who was equally astonished.

Only then did Murong Jing smile in satisfaction, then he turned his head again, glanced at Zhang Kang who was standing by and waited for orders, and said calmly: "The proposed decree: the British Duke Tang Ying is not strict in teaching his daughters, so he should be punished severely, but I I miss the British Duke who has bowed for many years and made up for his crimes. He will not be punished for the time being and will be punished for half a year. In addition, Tang Xue, the second daughter of the Tang family, entered the palace as a noble concubine. "

When Murong Jing said this, he suddenly raised his eyes to look at Ling Qing who was kneeling beside Tang Ying. He saw Ling Qing's beautiful face, which was so similar to the concubine Xian, and uncontrollably aroused disgust in his heart.

He withdrew his gaze, frowned and said: "His aunt has a first-rank imperial order, but she has no place to house after her discipline, which is the disaster of today's virtuous concubine, who is downgraded to a second-rank nobleman, take this as a warning!"

Leng Xi finally blinked his eyes at this moment, a trace of anger slowly floated between his brows.

No matter in his previous life or in this life, Murong Jing is still like this - when he is happy, he will never allow anyone to show displeasure, but when he is angry, he likes to torture others to calm his anger.

He vaguely remembered that his aunt Ling Qing was a very good person, with an orchid temperament and a gentle jade, even though she lived in the mansion of the Tang family, she was still able to be impartial, she was a rare beauty.

From Leng Xi's point of view, Concubine Xian's fate today is entirely her own fault, and it has nothing to do with Ling Qing.

But Murong Jing!

Not only did the Tang family not be allowed to have any dissatisfaction, but they also raised the status of Tang Ying's concubine and her children to torture a Ling Qing who had nothing to do with this matter - just to vent his anger? !

This kind of scum is only clean after death!

The cold light in Leng Xi's eyes became colder and colder.

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British government

It was an eventful night tonight. It was dark after the banquet, but the Tang family mansion was still brightly lit. What's more, there seemed to be a quarrel in the main courtyard where Tang Ying lived. At that time, the inside was full of voices.

"Ying'er!" The old lady knocked on the bluestone floor with her cane, looked at her son and daughter-in-law who were facing each other in surprise, frowned and said sharply: "You——what are you doing? Aren’t things messy enough at night? Our house has already folded into a Wan’er, do you have to piss off me, an old woman who is half buried in the ground, before you can calm down?”

The old lady covered her heart as she spoke, and angrily called her poor granddaughter Tang Wan.

"Qing'er", Tang Ying sent someone to help the old lady, while staring at Ling Qing who was holding something and drooping her eyes, she said eagerly: "What do we have to say, let's talk about it tomorrow-no matter what happens tomorrow , I will give you an explanation. It is already very late, let's go into the house to rest? Besides, you know that your mother is not in good health and cannot withstand such a toss. Don't you always worry about your mother's health the most? Why... ..."

"Stop it." Ling Qing didn't look at Tang Ying, stared straight at the ground, and said in a low voice, "Please don't say it..."

"Qing'er!" Tang Ying looked around at the people in the yard, and suddenly became a little impatient.

Originally, when he came back from the banquet, he was so exhausted that he didn't even want to say anything, but Qing'er, who had always been obedient in his family, was like taking the wrong medicine. He packed up his things in the house and was ready to leave!

This - what the old lady said is right, his British government has already lost face at the banquet today, if Ling Qing really ran away from home like this, their Tang family will be ashamed!

No, Tang Ying's brows and eyes darkened - no matter what, Ling Qing must be kept steady, and the matter must not be made a big deal!

Tang Ying was really in a hurry at this time, because he really didn't understand that he had been very kind to Ling Qing all these years, and any good treasure in the house was the first to be sent to Ling Qing's yard. What are you dissatisfied with?

As for the concubines she married, Tang Ying thought she couldn't help herself and acted on the occasion. May I ask which official's family in Daxu doesn't have a group of wives and concubines? Tang Ying just doesn't want to be said to be different, why Ling Qing can't understand he?

"Qing'er, I know you are uncomfortable and angry, but have you ever thought that I am also Wan'er's father, and I am also in pain and grief like you! I know that the emperor publicly scolded you today and demoted your position, you are ashamed Annoyance, your injustice, I understand and know it all, but Qinger, you must understand that no matter what the outside world says, or how the emperor thinks of you, you are the person I love and cherish the most, Qinger, you can't go, you go , What do you want me to do? What do you want the old lady to do? What do you even want the Tang family to do?"

Tang Ying is the Duke of the country that everyone respects outside, and the head of the Tang family inside. He thinks that he has kept Ling Qing in such a low profile. Room.

Unexpectedly, Ling Qing was determined to leave. Everyone saw this gentle and kind lady, with a pale face, and the hand holding the bundle, with blue and white finger bones. He shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "I I've thought about it, I've thought about what you said—but Tang Ying, I'm leaving not because of Wan'er, but...but..."

Ling Qing suddenly couldn't continue, he raised his beautiful phoenix eyes, under the bright moonlight, he stared at Tang Ying's face that has not changed over time for a long time, he looked at it so seriously and affectionately, as if Turning back the time, he went back to 20 years ago, back to the first time he met Tang Ying, the lover he fell in love with at first sight.

Ling Qing closed his eyes, two lines of clear tears spilled from his long eyelashes.

He cried.

"Qing'er!" After all, it was his long-loved wife, Tang Ying couldn't bear to be moved, and strode towards Ling Qing, apparently intending to hug him.

But before he walked in, Ling Qing suddenly opened his eyes, took a few steps back, and shook his head, unwilling to let Tang Ying approach.

"You! Qing'er, what are you going to do? It's too late, shall we spend the night first? Be obedient and come back with me."

"No..." Ling Qing no longer shed tears, but her voice was still a little hoarse, but there was an indescribable firmness and exhaustion, "I'm sorry, Tang Ying, I'm sorry—it's over, let's just say goodbye like this, Let's not see each other again."

One difference and two widths, never see each other!

It's this sentence again-it's heartbreaking!

Tang Ying listened to heart-criminating words twice in one night. The first time was told by the emperor to his precious daughter, but his daughter was thrown into limbo with no possibility of recovery. The second time was told by his beloved Ling Ling. Qing told him personally!

Could it be that even Ling Qing is leaving him behind?

He, Tang Ying, has clearly done nothing wrong. He clearly wants to be a good husband and father. Why do these people expect his wife to be separated and his family to be destroyed? !

Tang Ying really had a headache, he suddenly raised his eyes, his expression twisted, he stared at Ling Qing's face in disbelief, trying to see a trace of intolerance and pain from that face that he had been obsessed with for many years.

It's a pity not, Ling Qing's pale to bloodless face, except for heavy boredom and exhaustion, there is no trace of emotion, as if he has seen through the hustle and bustle of the millennium wind and snow, as desolate as a snow-covered plain.

Ling Qing turned around and left.

"Ling Qing!" Tang Ying didn't know at this moment, his voice was so sharp that it was broken, he only knew that there was a deep-rooted thought in his heart-absolutely not let Ling Qing go!

"Come on!" Tang Ying yelled in panic, "Grab Madam! Go and grab him!"

"Tang Ying?" Ling Qing turned around abruptly, staring at Tang Ying's trembling lips in disbelief, and said word by word: "You actually want to send someone to arrest me?"

"No, no." Tang Ying was a little out of control at this time. He looked at Ling Qing with a painful expression, and said eagerly: "I don't want to, but Ling Qing, you can't go, don't you go, okay? You can't leave me, Wan My son is gone, I can't lose you too, no! Absolutely can't..."

He looked flustered and at a loss at this time, he didn't look like a first-rank official, but rather a man who tried his best to save his love. Ling Qing looked at it for a while, and couldn't tell whether it was intolerance or sympathy, but he bit Tooth, still turn your back and want to go.

"No! You! What are you all doing in a daze—go, go and catch Madam back!"

The surrounding guards were also a little confused at this time—nonsense, the person Tang Ying wanted to arrest was their most honorable wife, if she accidentally got hurt, would these lowly guards still want to live.

When Tang Ying saw the hesitant guards, she was also in a hurry. He rushed forward regardless, apparently wanting to pull back his Ling Qing himself.

Unfortunately, just when Tang Ying was about to catch up with Ling Qing—at this moment of lightning and flint, no one could clearly see what happened, only heard two crisp slaps ring.

Tang Ying, the noble patriarch of the British government, was slapped away by a single person!

All the people present were dumbfounded at this moment!

Then there was only a bone-chilling sneer, which slowly sounded not far away.

The voice was not loud, but it carried an outrageous and evil spirit, like cutting a sharp knife through a person's heart, and the sharp pain came from the soul.

"Stupid thing, I have tolerated you for a long time..."

The voice became clearer and clearer, "Listen! It's okay for Xiaoling to quarrel with me, what kind of a dog are you?! One word from my father, I won't let you go! One word from my father, I will let you die!"

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