Concubine Ning, one of the emperor's love

Chapter 342

Eunuch Lin pinched the orchid finger, the first eunuch was very handsome: "Our family is here to pass the decree." Then he cupped his hands, "Congratulations, Mr. Right."

The right minister's eyelids twitched: "Why do you like it?" How could he feel that the foreign master in the palace was planning something.

Grand Eunuch Lin flicked his sleeves and smiled joyfully: "Your Majesty heard that there is a girl from Nanzhao in the Prime Minister's Mansion."

The Prime Minister's eyelids twitched again.

"Your Majesty, I also heard," Grandpa Lin paused, Prime Minister Right's face trembled, and Eunuch said, "Miss Right is very happy with this girl."

The right leg went limp.

"The empress has the beauty of an adult."

The right minister was paralyzed, with tears streaming down his face, he thought, he would never have the face to see his wife again, and he would never dare to marry his son again.

A quarter of an hour later, in the Changle Hall, the imperial concubine and empress went to bed early.Oh, it's the empress who never got up.

Lin Xiaojian stood outside the palace gate and called out: "Your Majesty."

In the hall, Wen Qi said: "What's the matter? Mr. Right Prime Minister is frightened." His voice was soft, as if he was half asleep and half awake.

"My lord is crying." The scene was so beautiful that Lin Xiaojian didn't dare to recall it.

Wen Qi chuckled: "Oh, weeping with joy." After a moment's pause, Wen Qi pondered, "Well, we have to pick a good day."

"Four days later." Qin Mi said.

Four days later, it was the seventeenth prince's full moon banquet, so coincidentally, Lin Xiaojian felt that there was something tricky in it.

Of course, Wen Qi likes tricks: "Just listen to my father." In the sleeping hall, Wen Qi's voice was heard, three parts smiling, seven parts malicious, "I will pass on the decree of my palace, and on the day of the zodiac on Xia 29, I will give you a special gift." Congratulations to the newlyweds."

This year, the right prime minister was sixty and eight, and the imperial concubine Yinrong decreed to continue it, and the good name: it is widely said that the incense of the Mu family.

In the 57th year of Apocalypse, on the 29th day of summer, it is an auspicious day for marriage and celebration. On this day, the sky is clear and cloudless, and there are crowds of people inside and outside the city. Congratulations, two congratulations to Changshan King Full Moon.

According to historical records, on Xia 29, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the Palace of Yan was in chaos, and Empress Ji took off her phoenix crown. After this day, Wen's palace dominated the Yan Palace.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The bell rang, three quarters past noon.

In the Golden Luan Hall of the Yan Palace, which was full of guests, a loud sound was suddenly heard.

"Boom."

The medicine cup in Concubine Zhuang's hand fell to the ground, and she curled up on the ground, blood oozing from her ankles: "My child, my child."

"Miss!"

All the guests were shocked, watching in a daze, no one noticed in the chaos, and there was another sound: "Boom!"

The gold-carved wine cup fell to the ground, and Empress Ji stumbled to the ground, hugging her belly, sweating profusely, and cried out in pain: "My belly..." She groaned, her long armor tugging on a gorgeous phoenix robe, lightly Call, "It hurts, it hurts..."

On the first seat, Wen Qi held a golden wine cup and drank slowly.

The officials of the Great Yan and the envoys of the Three Kingdoms were all dumbfounded and astonished. What they saw in their eyes was not the Empress Ji, but the shocking blood that flowed across the ground at this time. Today, Concubine Zhuang is wearing a white dress. Stained red, lying in a pool of blood.

Everyone in the Palace of Yan knew that Concubine Zhuang was pregnant with a dragon heir, and it was more than six months before, the empress gave Tang Gu personally, but within a short while, Concubine Zhuang was bleeding to the ground.

This decoction, abortion.

Looking back at Empress Ji, she was sitting on the ground with a pale face, panicked, and whispered something softly, but she couldn't hear clearly.

On the ground, Concubine Zhuang was tossing and turning with her stomach full of blood, her fingertips holding her stomach were covered in blood, she pointed at Empress Ji with trembling hands: "Sister Queen, you, you are so ruthless... so ruthless." Her lips were pale Concubine Zhuang shouted, "My child, return my child!"

(End of this chapter)