Concubine Ning, one of the emperor's love

Chapter 232: First Grade Concubine Ning (6)
Yan Xiangxun kicked the table over and almost hit Lin Xiaojian, so he knew His Highness couldn't bear it.

Afterwards, without saying a word, His Highness King Changxiang smashed seven chairs, three tables, a purple jade teapot, and a Shu embroidered screen in Changle Hall.Why do you remember it so clearly?When someone comes back, they will definitely have to pay back the principal with interest, so it's better to remember clearly.

After smashing, Yan Xiangxun walked away, leaving two words: "Shameless!"

On a bustling street in Yandu, the carriage drove slowly. Inside, it was exquisite and luxurious. Wen Qi was nestled boneless in Qin Mi's arms, lazily wrapped in fox fur, falling asleep, with her nose twitching. Itchy: "Ah Choo!" Wen Qi straightened up, rubbed his nose, and bared his teeth, "Which bastard, dare to scold me?"

Which turtle grandson?The Changxiang Palace must be in chaos, far away.Let's talk about Wen Qi's roar, just as he landed, a voice filled with righteous indignation suddenly came from outside the carriage: "The concubine Yao is in power, and Yan Palace is in chaos."

Hey, these days, there are a lot of grandchildren.

Wen Qi lazily hummed a word: "Stop."

The carriage stopped suddenly, Qin Mi supported her waist, gathered the scattered fox fur on her body, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Wen Qi rolled her eyes, with a teasing expression on her face: "Master Mi, I seem to hear someone scolding your cat outside."

Qin Mi frowned, her porcelain-white fingers had distinct knuckles, she lifted the curtain of the carriage, the red light was just turning on outside the carriage, the new moon was teething, the city of Yan was bustling, and the streets were full of beauty.

A teahouse, a few low tables, the fragrance of tea wafting far away, a storyteller, a jade fan, the righteous way of Yan Palace and the world, discussing the Yin Rong of the Wen family.

"Three days of grace, the demon concubine, the master of the house, let's say that the calamity of the Yan Palace belongs to Wen's Yinrong."

How passionate and indignant it was, it made every tea guest applaud.

The storyteller stroked his beard, waved his jade fan, and spoke eloquently: "In just a few months, he moved to the three palaces, favored the harem, took charge of the three armies, and Wen's mistress caused chaos everywhere."

When the words fell, everyone was shocked, and the tea guests clapped their hands one by one.

"it is good!"

"well!"

"..."

The small teahouse is overcrowded, the tea is cold, and the tea drinkers are enthusiastic.

The storyteller's face was flushed, "Let's talk about today's situation in Yan Palace." He stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and shook a folding fan three times, "Three days of favor, the Holy Majesty issued three decrees in succession, the crown prince Changde was abolished, and the former favorite concubine was thrown into the cold palace. .”

Speaking of this, some tea guests asked: "Which favorite concubine is it? What are the other two orders?"

Mr. Storyteller stepped on the stool with one foot, raised his left hand, then raised his right hand, his eyebrows danced brightly: "One imperial concubine, taboo chaos in the palace; one imperial imperial concubine, disobedient offenders. They all entered the cold palace, and from then on, they will spend the rest of their lives."

Immediately, the tea guests were startled, and there was a lot of discussion, each expressing their own opinions about the secret news of the Yan Palace.

"It must be the concubine Wen's concubine who is bewitching the crowd and bewitching the holy will."

"Exactly! In the past three days of favor, who knows how many winds have blown in my ears, abolishing the crown prince, demoting the empress concubine, this Yan Palace is not the world she Wen Qi has."

"The Holy Majesty's favorite concubine, Imperial Concubine Bei Cang, if you say it is abolished, it will be abolished, Wen Qi is so capable."

"What kind of ability, if you want me to say, it's a vixen, bewitching the sage, and the next one may be Queen Ji."

"I think the serious illness of the sage may be caused by Wen's family. The prayer at the Huguo Temple is clearly Sima Zhao's heart."

"..."

Fighting spirit was high, and the remarks after tea and dinner were one after another, but those few words of "monster concubine" and those few words of "concubine sycophant" came back and forth.

"Hey!" The storyteller sighed, worrying about the country, the people, and the world, and pointing out the country, "A concubine of the highest rank, the country's foundation in a chaotic court, is naturally not as good as a beauty, and there are disasters."

(End of this chapter)