Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

It was a cool mid-autumn night, and the palace lanterns hanging from the corners of the eaves swayed gently in the wind. When Su Lingxi came out of Yanfu Palace wrapped in a cloak, she happened to see two people walking side by side on the palace road in the distance.

The man was tall and tall, and walked slowly, as if deliberately slowing down and waiting for the woman beside him.

Ling Youyao knelt for a long time, her knee was bruised a lot, and it hurt badly when she moved a little.

Hearing her gasp, Fu Mingjue stopped and looked back at her: "What's wrong?"

"My lord, my knee hurts." Ling Youyao wrinkled her small face together.

Fu Mingjue frowned, then squatted down, and said, "I will carry you on my back." He came in a hurry today, riding all the way from Xuanyu Camp to the palace, and forgot to ask Jiang Liu to prepare the cart.

Ling Youyao subconsciously refused: "No, I can go by myself."

"This is the only chance, it's up to you whether you want it or not." Fu Mingjue had a smile on his lips, but at this moment his face that had always been frosty seemed to be melting.

After Ling Youyao struggled, she still compromised.

Such a good opportunity, don't let it go for nothing.

Fu Mingjue held her arm carefully, afraid of touching her knee, so he walked very slowly.

Ling Youyao lay on his broad shoulders, smelling the faint scent of rosin on his body, her heart that had been hanging for a day inexplicably calmed down, she remembered the painting again, and asked: "My lord, did you see that painting a long time ago?" ?”

"Ah."

Ling Youyao always felt that she should explain, and said, "Actually, I did see Mr. Pei at Foguang Temple that day, but I didn't recognize him. Later, I heard Yin Zhu talk about it, and I knew he was the young master of Jing'an Palace."

"This king knows." It was just such a simple sentence.

Ling Youyao pursed her lips, looked at his expression secretly, and asked tentatively: "Then do you believe me?"

"Letter." He blurted out almost without thinking.

It was precisely because he believed in Ling Youyao that he beat Pei Ce up.

Ling Youyao bent her eyebrows and said softly: "I also think you will believe me, that's why I dare to talk to the empress dowager like that today."

Maybe it was out of intuition, maybe it was because the Queen Mother was stunned for a while, anyway, that's what she thought at the time.

"Next time the king is not here, if she sends you into the palace, just find an excuse and push it away."

Ling Youyao said in a muffled voice: "It's okay once or twice, if you push it off again and again, I'm afraid the Empress Dowager will be unhappy again."

Although the Queen Mother is not Fu Mingjue's biological mother, she still wants to be called Queen Mother.

Fu Mingjue said indifferently: "It's not the first time this king has made her unhappy, now it's just you, you don't have to be afraid of making her angry, if she can't stand it, she won't call you Entering the palace."

"." It seems to make sense.

With Fu Xiuyun as her own son, the Empress Dowager naturally would not care about Fu Mingjue, the adopted son born by a concubine. Apart from not being abused during his years with the Empress Dowager, what is the difference from being raised at the lap of his biological mother?

Ling Youyao leaned on his back, looked at the quiet and deep night sky, and asked mysteriously: "My lord, do you hate the empress dowager?"

Fu Mingjue was slightly taken aback, and then returned to normal: "She's not worth it."

The queen mother is just hateful, but not hateful.

"Then I contradicted the Queen Mother today, will she cause trouble for you?" Ling Youyao asked again.

Fu Mingjue sneered and asked back: "Isn't this king supposed to trouble her?"

If the queen hadn't stopped him today, he might really be charged with treason.

"The queen mother is very angry with me, my lord, you should stop looking for the queen mother," Ling Youyao persuaded, "otherwise you should add another charge of disobedience to your crime statement."

Feeling her gentle breath on his neck, Fu Mingjue couldn't help but feel soft in his heart, and said: "Okay."

Reputation is all vain, he never cared, but Ling Youyao didn't want him to do that, so he didn't do it.

Although you can't settle accounts with the Empress Dowager, you can still find someone else.
On a starless and moonless night, a faint light illuminated the path under his feet. Su Lingxi stood in the shadows, watching the two people's figures drifting away for a long time, unable to regain consciousness.

The Fu Mingjue in her memory was indifferent, like snow on the top of a mountain, which never melted all year round. Even when he smiled, his eyes were cold.

But now, he can let go of his posture and treat Ling Youyao tenderly
The corners of Su Lingxi's lips curled up, and a faint smile bloomed. The wind tousled her hair, but it couldn't extinguish the envy and jealousy in her heart.

Why can't such a good person belong to her?
Su Lingxi caressed the broken hair beside her ear, remembering what the queen mother said, she became more sure of what she wanted.

You can have both, fish and bear's paw.

After tonight, the rumors about Concubine Jing and the young prince of Jing'an Palace inexplicably disappeared, and instead spread about a romantic affair that Duke Yu had when he was young.

"I heard that Duke Yu once fell in love with a singer when he was young, and even had a child with her. His wife was pregnant at the time, and she was so angry that she gave birth prematurely when she heard the news."

Lu Bao excitedly told Ling Youyao about the rumor.

Ling Youyao cooperated and asked: "What happened next?"

"Later, the Duke's wife had a difficult childbirth, and she gave birth to the second Miss Su, and she died within a few days," Lu Bao continued, "I also heard that the Queen Mother and the Duke's wife were friends in the boudoir, That's why I take extra care of Miss Su."

Ling Youyao leaned on the soft bed, shook her head, and said, "What about the singer and her child?"

Lu Bao thought for a while, and said: "The lady of the country died because of that singer, the empress dowager will definitely not let her go, but it is said that she died of illness, but the servant feels that it is not that simple."

"As for her child. I haven't heard from her for so many years, so she probably won't be here anymore."

Ling Youyao sighed after hearing this: "I didn't expect Duke Yu's mansion to have such a secret."

Back then, the Empress Dowager handled this matter extremely cautiously, and very few people knew about it. Now that it was uncovered inexplicably, it is undoubtedly a disturbance for the Yuguo Mansion.

But who is this person?

— Besides Fu Mingjue, who else has the guts?
This matter was indeed done by Fu Mingjue. He has always been a vengeful man. Since the Empress Dowager dared to touch his people, she must be prepared to suffer the consequences.

In the study, Jiang Liu stood at the bottom and reported the situation of Duke Yuguo's mansion to Fu Mingjue.

"Duke Yu entered the palace early this morning. It seems that he wants to discuss countermeasures with the Queen Mother."

Fu Mingjue's face remained normal, as if he had expected this for a long time, and said: "Everyone is dead, what countermeasures can we discuss? Yu Guogong has been used to being at ease these years, and he doesn't even recognize who he is. Now let him It’s good to bother for a few days.”

"You're right." Jiang Liu bowed his head.

Fu Mingjue suddenly remembered something and asked, "How is the situation in Suizhou?"

"Returning to your lord, Shen Shizi has not done anything unusual during these days in Suizhou, except for daily inspections of house reconstruction, and he is staying in the Yamen to deal with injuries."

Fu Mingjue flipped through the newspaper in his hand, without looking up: "Where's Ling Ling?"

"Still in Suizhou."

"Isn't she penniless?" Fu Mingjue asked, "Why are you staying in Suizhou?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Liu's eyes showed a bit of contempt: "When she left Huaizhou, she brought a maid with her. That day, she was driven out of the inn by the shopkeeper. She was desperate, so she sold that maid into a brothel."

It is common for a master to sell a slave, but it is the first time to see someone like Ling Ling selling someone into a brothel.

Hearing this, Fu Mingjue became interested: "How much money did you sell?"

"20 taels."

"Heh." Fu Mingjue smiled contemptuously, "Man dies for money, and birds die for food. I didn't realize that she still has such courage."

Jiang Liu thought for a while, but still expressed his worries: "My lord, do you really want to let this kind of person come to Beijing?"

"She can come, that's her ability, if she can't come, it's her life."