The ugly concubine of the foolish king

Chapter 47, Madam Wu Mama Wu led Shang Qinger all the way to the side room. Because she drank a glass of warm water, Shang Qinger felt that she was still in good spirits, so she chatted with Madam Wu as soon as we got up .

"How long has Mammy been in the palace?" Shang Qing'er asked.

When Mother Wu mentioned the matter of entering the palace, her face beamed with joy.I have to mention that in the harem, it is like being on the battlefield. She can live here for decades and be alone. It has to be said that she has her own advantages.

"If you go back to the princess, the old slave has lived here for nearly 30 years." Wu Momo whispered.

"Oh," Shang Qing'er snorted. Since she has lived here for nearly 30 years, she must have some understanding of why Feng Yuchen became stupid before.

"Is there anything the princess wants to ask?" Madam Wu asked Shang Qing'er back.

"Well, I heard from Butler Mo that the prince was not stupid in the past, but why did he become stupid when he was five years old?" Regarding Feng Yuchen's stupidity, Shang Qing'er I've always been curious, but Butler Mo didn't know much about this matter.

Hearing Shang Qinger's question about this matter, Madam Wu's expression became serious. If Shang Qinger hadn't mentioned some things, she would have forgotten about them for a long time. After Shang Qinger mentioned them Yes, she remembered clearly again.

"My lord, my lord has had a hard time." When Madam Wu said this, she actually squeezed out a few tears.

"Bitter, what's the hard way?" Shang Qing'er asked again.

"Wangfei, the thing is like this. At the beginning, the first noble concubine entered the palace. The first noble concubine was quite talented, so she was naturally favored by the emperor. A year later, she gave birth to the fifth prince, and she established herself in the harem." Unexpectedly, in the year when Wuye was five years old, in the middle of the night, Concubine Xian was teaching the prince to read and write. Unexpectedly, several assassins appeared and stabbed Concubine Xian to death. The prince pushed him away with all his strength, trying to save his life, but unexpectedly, he pushed him down the stone steps with too much force. Later, when the prince woke up, he became a fool... ..." Recalling the previous events, Madam Wu's complexion turned ugly.

"The deep palace is heavily guarded, how could there be an assassin? Does the emperor have a detailed investigation?" Shang Qing'er asked again, thinking, since the first noble concubine is the emperor's favorite concubine, how can it be done without investigation?

"The emperor was very angry about this matter, and ordered people to investigate thoroughly. In the end, it was found out that it was the hands of the people of Linguo, intending to attack the emperor. This matter made the emperor very angry. He wanted to start a war, but fortunately, he was persuaded by the queen, who asked him to put the common people in the world first, and not to be infamous in history, so this matter is considered to be suppressed." Wu Mama spoke again.

"Oh, what the empress said is right. Even if the emperor loses his beloved concubine, he can't ignore the world just because of one person." Shang Qing'er was quite curious about this matter at this time, However, she clearly knew that if she wanted to know more about the matter, she would not be able to find out the details just from Madam Wu's mouth.

"That's right, because of this, the empress has taken pity on the fifth prince these years and has taken special care of him." At this moment, Madam Wu began to speak well of the empress.

"Oh, how did you take care of it?" Shang Qing'er asked again.

"What's delicious and useful? All of them are for the five princes' mansion. Knowing that life in the five princes' mansion is difficult, so when housekeeper Mo enters the palace to receive the regular money, he always gives more of his own money. However, our prince is stupid, so he doesn't know these things." In Wu Momo's words, it was obvious that she praised the queen.

"Oh, then why didn't you go out of the palace with the prince like Sun Nanny, but stayed by the queen's side?" Shang Qing'er was quite curious about this matter.

"Hehe, originally, the old slave wanted to go out of the palace with the prince, but the queen took a fancy to the quickness of the old slave, so she took the old slave to her room. In the past few years, the queen has taken care of the old slave. You have to ask the old slave to visit the lord from time to time, I have to say, the empress is really kind-hearted." Mammy Wu's repeated compliments to the empress unconsciously made Shang Qing'er feel good about her .

The two continued to walk. Along the way, those palace people coming and going saluted Shang Qing'er and Nanny Wu. From Shang Qing'er's point of view, these salutes were probably directed at Nanny Wu.

Passing through the corridor and passing a small bridge, Shang Qing'er and Madam Wu came to a small courtyard. In this courtyard, the three masters of "Yuran Pavilion" wrote in strong handwriting, but there was a sense of clarity. It is obvious at a glance that it is from the hands of a woman.

"Princess, this is the place where the prince used to live. Although the place is small, it is quite clean. The old slave often finds time to clean it. The concubine will rest here for a while. After the prince has lunch, he will come to see the concubine." Yes, later, the old slave will order the palace servants to bring the food here, and the concubine will just eat some." Madam Wu pushed the door open and led Shang Qing'er into the inner room.

After entering the house, Shang Qing'er took a closer look. This house is quite exquisite, with a main hall, a side room, a yard, and one or two rough maids.

When she first entered the room, Shang Qing'er could smell a faint floral fragrance in the room. This floral fragrance was particularly pleasant, like lotus fragrance, and also like jasmine.

"In the past, the prince lived here. Because he was frightened, he often couldn't sleep at night. The queen felt sorry for the prince, so she ordered the imperial doctor to prepare some soothing spices. Over time, the spices can't go away. The prince After King Feng left the palace, the scent was still there. The old servant thinks it smells good too." Mother Wu continued.

Shang Qing'er didn't answer, she sat on the couch, the brocade quilt on the couch was cleaned quite clean, it didn't look like she hadn't lived in for a long time.

"I heard that the Empress is the biological mother of the Third Prince. Mother Wu thinks, what is the relationship between the Fifth Prince and the Empress these years?" Shang Qing'er suddenly threw out these words, and she planned to hear what Mother Wu meant.

"Although the third prince is the queen's own child, but more is reprimanding. Although the fifth prince is not the queen's own child, he treats him like a son. The queen's reputation is well known. Even the emperor treats the queen differently. To a certain extent , the fifth prince is still quite dependent on the queen." Mother Wu continued.

"Oh, I see, Madam Wu, the empress still needs help, you go first, if there is anything else, I'll send someone to call you." Shang Qing'er understood everything in her heart.

"The concubine has a good rest, the old slave is going down." Madam Wu blessed her body and exited the room respectfully. Before leaving, she also closed the door.

Shang Qing'er carefully looked at everything in the room, it was fresh, simple, yet noble, even the string of cloth and beads were of the highest quality.

In the corner of the room, there was a low table. On top of the small table, there were several books. Shang Qing'er picked up one and glanced at it. The words on it were all in traditional characters, and she didn't see anything. So, I threw it on the short table casually.

Because of scolding with the little thief last night, she didn't have a good rest, so Shang Qing'er slept on the couch, and after a while, she fell deeply into the fragrance of dreams.In the dream, she met a elegant and noble woman, who seemed to be reminding her of something, but she couldn't open her eyes no matter what.