Abandoned wives have a happy gold medal peasant daughter-in-law

Chapter 232 The Golden Temple reveals who is real and who is fake (1)
"Your son? As far as I know, this lady of Dongchu is an abandoned woman. And her son was conceived before she was abandoned? So it's you and her... Could it be that they were secretly married?" Cang?" Nangong Rong looked puzzled and surprised, and looked at Ling Qianjue's face with even more disdain.Such a romantic man, fortunately he didn't choose him five years ago, how could such a man become a wise king?His decision five years ago was correct, he was for Dayan's country.He did not violate the loyalty vows of his ancestors to protect the country.He wanted Beiyan to have a Mingjun and become more powerful.

"He is my lord..."

"Yi Renzui, I don't know if you have heard of it?" Although Zhao Xi'er didn't know what they were talking about before?But she guessed that someone must be pestering Ling Qianjue.Then if it is said that Qian Jue was in the house of women in Eastern Chu before, then without Feng Qianzui, who can prove it?

"Yi Renzui... I heard that there is no cure for this strange poison."

"Yi Renzui is Nanzhao's strange poison, and the fall of Nangong Xiangguo ranks among the top ten strange poisons."

"Yi Renzui heard about it, but you Eastern Chu people really have no rules, are you a bitch asking the truth?" Nan Gongrong's mouth was full of mean sneer.

"Don't be angry, Mrs. Zhao came from a foreign country. Naturally, she is not very clear about the etiquette of our Beiyan. Miss Zhao's life is bumpy, and I have heard a lot about it, and I also express my sympathy. The visitor is a guest, and we are the big Yan. It is a country of etiquette, so there is still some tolerance for guests." Nangong Qiushui, who was sitting next to Ling Qianhui, was wearing a phoenix robe.This was every official sentence she said after she came in. Although her words were to save Zhao Xi'er from the siege, they also hinted at Zhao Xi'er's impoliteness and her status as an abandoned wife.

Ling Qianjue bent down slightly, and put down the little bun in his arms.Looking up at Nan Gongrong, how dare he call her a bitch?The fury in the ink eyes could no longer be contained for a moment, and the ink shadow disappeared in an instant like an illusion.

'Crack' Nan Gongrong sensed something was wrong, and was about to fly away to avoid it.But it was still a step too late.Severe pain came from his right cheek, causing blood to flow from the corner of his lips.

"How dare you tell the truth?" Nan Gongrong furiously looked at the group of Mo Ying who had retreated to the hall.At forty years old, he was left alone by the late emperor.68 this year, who in Beiyan doesn't respectfully obey him as an old minister?To be slapped in the face in front of all the officials today?How does this allow him to gain a foothold in front of all officials in the future?
"You can't speak clearly, so what if you hit me?" Zhao Xi'er was filled with joy, although she knew that Qian Jue's impulsiveness was irrational.But she likes to see him angry for her, like...as if...he remembered her.

"I'm a man, how can others be bullied?" Ling Qianjue saw the joy on Zhao Xi'er's brow with his side eyes, and felt inexplicably relieved in his heart.

Ling Qianjue's heart skipped a beat when two figures in a simple kitchen suddenly popped up in his mind, kneading dough side by side.

Haha...Look at your dough, what did you knead it into?Take it easy...then what should you do?
what happened to you?uncomfortable?Still too tired?
I don't get tired that easily. That night... I didn't get tired after a busy night.

This time he saw clearly, that black figure was him, and that moon-white figure was her.He and she were so happy?
"Bold..." Ling Qianhui looked extremely angry on the surface, but he was satisfied in his heart.

How dare he do it?Good...very good, Ling Qianhui glanced at all the officials, many of them showed fear towards Ling Qianjue.Who dares to support a romantic and tyrannical person?
"Your Majesty, appease your anger. Your Majesty is guilty of this crime. Please punish me." Nangong Qiushui, who was dressed in a phoenix robe, was shocked at the beginning, and felt a little envious of His Highness's thin moon-white body.She lifted up her phoenix robe slowly and gracefully, stood up and took two steps forward dignifiedly, kneeling in front of Ling Qianhui on the dragon chair.

"This is the empress? What is the empress' fault?" Ling Qianhui hastily stretched out his hand to support Nangong Qiushui.

"The concubine's father was disrespectful in court, and his words were inappropriate. His Majesty Wanwang remembered that he was old, and let the concubine accept it on behalf of his father." Nangong Qiushui pleaded guilty to Ling Qianhui, and the officials naturally compared each other in their hearts.One pair is a virtuous queen, and the other pair is a tyrant and a slut.Then who is their best choice is naturally clear at a glance.

"The Queen got up, and the Prime Minister is not angry for a while, so I will not blame him." Ling Qianhui personally stretched out his hand to Nangong Qiushui who was kneeling in front of him.

"The concubine thanked His Majesty Long En, but my father was indeed disrespectful in the palace and insulted the saint. The concubine would like to fast for a hundred days from today and pray to God. I hope that the weather will be smooth and the people will be prosperous in the year." Nangong Qiushui stretched out his hand. Handed it to Ling Qianhui, and slowly got up.

There was an admiring smile on the corner of Zhao Xi'er's mouth, this couple really looked like a husband and wife.I just don't know if it's true or not?

Zhao Xi'er thought about it, and looked sideways at Ling Qianjue who seemed a little absent-minded. She didn't know his plan for today.If she wants to cooperate, she doesn't know how to cooperate with him?
Ling Qianjue felt the light in Zhao Xier's eyes, and then he came back to his senses, not thinking about the warm fragment in his mind just now.Looking at Ling Qianzhuo with a continuing look, he fell into a cold silence again.He didn't care about the power of the throne, so what's the importance of tyranny and licentiousness?He would plan with Ling Qianzhuo before, but he didn't know what he wanted to do?So, what to do...it doesn't matter.

"Who is the son of the real dragon and who is the son of the Empress Dowager Feng? It's not difficult to figure it out. After inviting the empress dowager, everything will naturally come to light." This is the first time Ling Qianzhuo saw Zhao Xi'er, and he sighed inwardly that he really deserved to be Dong. The number one empress of Chu, Shang, had such courage that even men rarely have.

"Sure enough, there are evil intentions. No one in Beiyan knows that the empress dowager's phoenix body is not in good condition. Now, because of such a small matter, the empress dowager's tranquility has been disturbed, and the empress dowager's phoenix body has been disturbed. What do you want, son Yong?" Zhuo questioned.Since he wanted to surrender to the emperor, he naturally had to do his best.

On the dragon chair, Ling Qianhui's unfathomable gaze slowly swept across His Highness and everyone, then looked at Ling Qianjue with displeasure and said: "Originally, I summoned you to add rewards, but I didn't expect Zhenwei You are the people behind the Escort. One is the envoy of Nanzhao or the spy of Dongchu, and the other is the son of Yongning who passed away five years ago. This really makes me very headache and disappoints me. The family thinks that How should we deal with this matter?" He took such a risk that he announced him before all officials.Instead of slowly and secretly eliminating... the biggest reason is that he wants to earn something that is straightforward and supported by all officials.

"This person was the envoy of Nanzhao five years ago, and the father of the son of a female merchant from Eastern Chu five years later. This person's identity is really complicated. I don't believe that he is of royal blood." Xi Fangqiang, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, was the first to express his opinion.

"The old minister doesn't believe it even more. What kind of person would be a romantic and tyrannical person, my Lord Yan?"

(End of this chapter)