Prime Minister, madam is not to be spoiled!

Chapter 72

It has only cleared up for a few days after the snowfall, but today the sky is full of goose feather snow again.

This winter in Jinyun City is capricious.However, the story of Zuo Xiang'an Lijing's yearning for the beautiful woman and his refusal to go to court quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys like mushrooms after the rain.

At that time, Emperor Jinhuai was listening to his courtiers' eloquent reports, and suddenly said lazily, "Left Prime Minister, let's go to court?"

The ministers straightened up in an instant, looking like they were ready for battle, fearing that it would hurt Chi Yu.

In the end, someone came out tremblingly: "It seems...it seems to be true..."

"In the past, it was only late and early to leave, but this time it has become so serious that he doesn't even bother to come to the morning court. He is a leftist, but he can do as he pleases than the emperor! Hmph!"

Thunder was furious, and everyone was cautiously trying to figure out the holy intentions underneath. Some people were eager to try their best to show themselves in front of Emperor Jinhuai, but before they could stand out, they saw the young emperor sitting on the Panlongzu golden chair standing up. Get up: "Retire!"

With a flick of the bright yellow dragon robe, the golden thread pierced on the cuff almost dazzled everyone's eyes.

Manager Cui, the housekeeper, raised his voice vigorously and stretched out the word "retreat", followed Jin Zisu and disappeared into the huge Golden Palace.

"Right Prime Minister, what do you mean by the emperor? No matter how much you favor the Left Prime Minister, you can't let him mess up the court's laws..."

"Master Yin, is the emperor really angry at this moment, or is it just a show?"

"General Jin, you and the emperor and Prime Minister Zuo can be regarded as brother-in-law. One of them blatantly refused to go to the early court, and the other refused to pursue it. What do you think is going on?"

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In the empty palace, each party is discussing tirelessly around its own backbone.

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At the same time, Jin Zisu rode all the way to the East Palace in the imperial carriage, strode past, and the palace servants had already knelt down to pay their respects.But he went directly to the shaking bed, and said to Nanny Jin, "Did the Taibao enter the palace today?"

Although Madam Huguo was conferred the title of Taibao again.But on weekdays, the emperor acquiesced, and it didn't matter if he went in and out of the palace at will, and occasionally stayed away for a day or two.With so many guards in the palace, it doesn't matter if there is one more of her.After all, she's just a weak woman, how can she really take the responsibility that fell on the head of the Taibao?

But today, Nanny Jin was a little curious.The emperor actually cares about this?
"Go back to the emperor, my lord sent someone to send a message, saying that I will arrive later."

"One doesn't make it to the morning court at all, and the other comes later. They are a good couple, just to show off their love..." Jin Zisu gritted his teeth, and slightly clenched his hand holding the rocking bed.

"Cui Dezhong, go pick some ginseng and deer antler from the storeroom for Zuoxiang. You sent it to Zuoxiang's mansion yourself, and said that it was I who asked him to make up his body."

It was thought that the emperor would issue a decree to punish the Zuoxiang couple for a crime, but unexpectedly, instead of punishing the crime, he even offered a reward.Director Cui was startled, and hurriedly lowered his head and replied, "I'm going right now, old servant." Seeing that Jin Zisu didn't speak any more, he hurriedly took orders and walked out.

Picking up the little prince from the cradle, Jin Zisu stretched out his fingers to tease the child.

The little face has already grown up, white and tender, but slightly fat, with a tiger head and a tiger brain, very cute.Being woken up by his own father, he didn't cry, but stuffed his little face into his arms, and bounced around with his little hands and feet, trying hard to tear off the jade belt embroidered with dragons on his waist , but couldn't take it off.Xiao Zang was so angry that he deliberately got into a fight with it, and wrinkled his face and tugged hard, enjoying himself.

"The little prince is ignorant, the emperor should not be as knowledgeable as him." Nanny Jin was already sweating, and the little prince was too bold to play with that thing recklessly.

"It's okay, it's natural. When he gets older, he probably won't have a chance to play."

In the huge dormitory, the silence slowly flowed, and Nanny Jin was not without emotion: "Your Majesty, in name, Concubine Xian is the little prince's biological mother. Which child in the world would not be close to mother? Forgive nanny boldly say, you are wholeheartedly for Master Ya This game was set up. But are you really sure that the little prince is your son? Master Ya's body has been humiliated long ago, and I am afraid that even she herself cannot be sure who the father of this child is. Besides, she may not be alive at all Now, if someone shows up with her token and a child who is less than a month old, you will believe it... Once the dragon veins are disturbed, the world will be in chaos..."

"You persuaded me with this sentence when Concubine Xian gave birth. Nanny Jin, it's been so long now, since I didn't waver at the beginning, then I will never waver in the future."

The little man in his arms looked so similar to her, he frowned when he had nothing to do, and then stuck out his tongue at him pervertedly, and the saliva deliberately rubbed on his clothes shamelessly.She has the same virtue as her mother, and after making trouble, she deliberately destroyed the evidence, her head deliberately turned left and right, and her eyes flicked left and right.

How could it be that it wasn't her child?

As long as it is her child, nothing matters.So what if it's not his child?As long as it is hers, it is enough...

Unwilling to be lonely in the deep palace, Qing Chenyu secretly became pregnant with a wild species. Originally, he wanted to let her fall and kill two people when her belly was big enough.But for the sake of this child, he let her continue to be her virtuous concubine and concubine without any worries, with rich clothes, fine food, high bed and warm pillow.When she gave birth, she directly replaced the child.And that bastard was just a dead baby.

"But since the little prince is nominally the son of Concubine Xian, Concubine Xian is destined to rise in the future."

"Don't worry, there won't be such a day." Jin Zisu's expression turned cold when he was clearly teasing the little man in his arms.Nurse Jin, who seemed to be thinking of him and the little prince as she scanned every word with a complex look, lowered her eyes.

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Accompanied by the affectionate battle between the Zuoxiang couple and their husbands and wives on the bed for [-] rounds, both of them were weak and unable to go to the early court. Cui Dezhong, the chief executive in front of Emperor Jinhuai, was ordered to come to the Xiangfu to reward him personally, which made the common people even more It was like a thunderous sensation.

Everyone seems to have made a common mistake, forgetting that they once vented their anger on this man indiscriminately.However, everyone has a common problem. They have their own attitudes towards such court anecdotes.

Ladies and daughters who are waiting to be married still define this as a great regret in life.Some are desperately trying to persuade their father to let them go to the Zuoxiang Mansion as a concubine, or as a slave.Although it is well known that Zuo Xiang's wife has favored her in the past two years, there has not been a concubine in Zuo Xiang's mansion so far.Maybe with my own ability, I can take Qingling and replace it.Some simple women talk about their own family remedies to the head of the family all day long.I don't know if Zuo Xiang and his wife live/house according to that method, there will be a few more fat boys in the Xiang's mansion immediately.

At this moment, in the dormitory belonging to An Lijing in the prime minister's mansion, it was a different scene.

Anhehe's crying, Xiaobaibai's dog barking, the panicked shouts of maids and servants...

An Lijing, who was lying sideways on the bed, was as pale as paper, his white obscene clothes were stained red with blood, and the smell of blood was everywhere, so thick that it couldn't be melted away.Looking at Qingling who was still holding the dagger by the bedside, he laughed at himself: "Last time you used your body to seduce me, but you lost your wife and lost your army, and gave birth to a treasure like An Hehe. This time, you will use the same method But he succeeded easily, finally avenging Feng Tingyuan, good... really good..."

There is no "husband" one bite at a time, no "Ling'er" anymore, Qing Ling just keeps shaking her head, like a puppet controlled by someone, except shaking her head, she still shakes her head.

"Do you know why I didn't have any defenses against you this time?" An Lijing stood up from the bed with his elegant posture still outstanding, holding his bleeding chest with one hand, "Because I thought that after going through this time, you I really want this family, I want to be a mother, I want to be a lady."

When she was abused and thrown for no reason by the common people, she resolutely chose to stand by his side, but in the end she couldn't bear his wrongdoing, and her heart was shaken for him.He thought that she had really let go, let go of her obsession with Feng Tingyuan, let go of her hatred for him.

It's just my own thoughts, after all, it's still too naive.

Obviously she was able to joke with him one moment ago, but at the next moment, her dagger, which has been with her for two years, will still aim at his chest for Feng Tingyuan, and insert/insert fiercely.

In her heart, even if he did everything for her, he was still not as good as Feng Tingyuan, or a person who had been dead for two years.

To An Lijing, the weight of a living person is still not as important as a dead person in her heart.

(End of this chapter)