President imperial concubine: arrogant emperor chasing wife crazily

Nancang Luoyang

There is a quiet place in the imperial palace. All kinds of trees and flowers are everywhere here, which makes the spring here more beautiful than elsewhere.

There are two palaces in the flowers, one named Xinyi palace and the other named Chen palace.

Although it is remote, it is very clean. The two palaces don't look a bit dilapidated.

In Xinyi hall, Murong Hui and Murong Chen pushed open the door of the main hall. Murong Hui's eyes were filled with tears: "Yi'er, do you see? Our emperor's son has come back, and chen'er has come to see you."

"I've never seen my mother. I heard that my mother wanted me to stay away from here at the last moment." murongchen looked at her biological father in front of her without a trace of emotion.

"This is your mother's palace. The furnishings here have never changed over the years. I will come here when I miss your mother. There is her figure here. I will come here when I miss her these years."

"Where were you when the mother died?" Murong Chen only felt that he was unworthy listening to his words.

Muronghui did not answer. He carefully opened a scroll on the table. On the scroll, there was a woman, beautiful as the peach of three spring and pure as the chrysanthemum of nine autumn. The woman in the painting held a bunch of red plums in her hands, looked back and smiled.

Looking at the people in the painting, Murong Hui's hand trembled gently, "chen'er, this is what your mother used to be. There are many portraits in this room. After your mother left, I studied painting like a painter in the palace. When I was like your mother, I would come here to recall the bits and pieces we used to be together, and then store all the memories of your mother's appearance here with a brush."

Murongchen opened two paintings and looked at the people in the paintings carefully. Is this his mother? I would rather give up my life than give birth to my mother. Mother, the child finally knows what you look like. Mother, your son has grown up and now has his beloved. Can you see it in the sky?

The people in the painting are like real people. Every frown and smile reveals the feelings of the people who draw, and we can see the sincere feelings and deep love of the people who draw. But how? If he didn't protect his mother well, why.

Put down the scroll in her hand, Murong Chen looked at Murong Hui immersed in memories. Leng Sheng said, "the day I was born was the day my mother was assassinated and died. Since I knew this, I will no longer celebrate any birthday. Your majesty is the emperor of a country, but he can't even protect his beloved woman. I heard that your Majesty was spending candles with other women in his bridal chamber that day."

Murong Hui closed the scroll in his hand and turned around. "Chen'er, there is some shadow of your mother between your eyebrows and eyes. She must be very happy to see you now!"

Murongchen's eyes were colder. It seemed that it was the ten thousand year cold ice in the extremely cold place, "she will never see it."

"Yes! It's all my fault! You should blame me. After I met your mother, I promised her that there would be no more concubines in my harem, but I broke my promise. I had to marry the young lady of general Xin's family to stabilize the situation that day. In order to avoid your mother's sadness, I arranged for your mother to go to Taiqing temple to pray for you and I'll pick her up in a few days Come on, but... "

Listening to Murong Hui's confession, Murong Chen's hand was more and more tight in his sleeve. "Your Majesty should know that it was an assassination! It was not an accident."

"I don't know, but after investigation, an unpopular imperial concubine bought a killer because of jealousy, and the others can't be found out anymore."