The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 230 Go to Qingyue Palace
"My lord, there is one more thing"

Zhang Deming tried to speak, but he hesitated to speak.

"But it's okay to say." Ling Juncheng slightly parted his thin lips.

"Mu Wang will arrive in Beijing today. Just now, the Queen Mother took people to rush to the Mu Wang Mansion to clean up the courtyard and was bumped into by the slave. The slave asked quietly from Madam Li to find out."

Zhang Deming's voice was very low.

Although Mu Wang and Ye are brothers, they are not as loyal as the little prince.

This time, I didn't even write a letter in advance when I returned to Kyoto.

Ling Juncheng didn't raise his eyes, but tapped his fingertips on the table.

The knocking sound was dull and undulating, like a series of danger signals.

A few days ago, Qi Ming received news from Qianzhou that Ling Yuan had left for Beijing, so he was not surprised.

It's just based on the time, arriving in Beijing is a little late today.

However, as soon as Ling Yuan left Qianzhou, turmoil broke out in Qianzhou
None of this is a coincidence.

Ling Juncheng stared straight ahead with deep eyes, like two ancient wells without waves, calm and undisturbed.

"Xuan Wen Wu Bai Guan Shen Shi followed me to the gate of the imperial city to meet Mu Wang."

After pondering for a moment, he opened his lips indifferently, with a magnetic voice without any emotion.

Zhang Deming was slightly stunned, but he still took the lead.

"Does the imperial concubine know that he is back?"

When he turned around and was about to leave, the king who was like a bright moon and a breeze opened his mouth in a low voice.

Zhang Deming shook his head: "The noble concubine probably doesn't know about it. I heard from Mu Yang that the noble concubine stays in her courtyard all day long and never goes anywhere. She is not interested in inquiring about things inside or outside the palace."

"Perhaps only the queen mother knows about Mu Wang's return to Beijing, but the noble concubine has never been to Yongshou Palace these days."

Hearing this, the man's gaze deepened a bit.

She is Ling Yuan's favorite woman.
Half a year ago, the person from Yongshou Palace deliberately sent Ling Yuanzhi to the border to stay away from the capital, just to make him stop thinking about her, so that he could take the opportunity to arrange her by his side.

Therefore, the person from Yongshou Palace will definitely not mention anything about Ling Yuan in front of her.

"I haven't been to her palace these few days, has she asked about me?"

Mu Yang still came to report her whereabouts every day. He told him that the imperial concubine almost missed him, but he always felt that the boy's words were not credible.

Zhang Deming's heart skipped a beat, and without even thinking about it, he blurted out: "Ask! You always ask, Mu Yang said that your majesty is busy with government affairs and you can't get away, and the imperial concubine just sits in the yard all day long and stares at the direction of the hanging flower door." Look, I'm looking forward to the emperor from the bottom of my heart! She said that she won't be able to eat well and sleep well if she doesn't see the emperor going to Qingyue Palace."

Didn't Mu Yang explain everything? My father still asked, because my father must not trust Mu Yang.

Alas, even if it comes from the mouth of the old slave, it is still what Mu Yang said in the end.

The man raised his eyes to look at the door, and the corners of his lips were curved.

"Zhang Deming, go to Qingyue Palace"

Su Xi dragged several court ladies to ask for directions, and finally met Xiao Duzi, who led the way, and finally walked out of the maze in the imperial garden and returned to her own courtyard.

After Xiao Duzi sent her back, she quickly left. She held up her skirt and ran towards the small kitchen, panting from exhaustion.

The moment she plunged into the kitchen and untied the boiler, she was dumbfounded.

The roasted duck as black as charcoal lay quietly inside, but the ears of wheat disappeared.

Even if he is a foodie again, he has no appetite at all at the moment.

She turned to look for ears of wheat, ready to roast one again.

(End of this chapter)