After Gao married the prince, the sick and weak concubine lost her horse

This is not the first time Shen Qingci has met a saint.

But this was the first time she met her as her daughter-in-law, and under such a background.

In the past, there were banquets held in the palace, and she would go to the palace with her father to join in the fun.

However, Yong'an's residence was not located near the front, and her mind was focused on the excitement, so her impression of the saint was very vague.

He felt that wherever he looked, there was an invisible pressure that made people dare not look directly at the might of God.

Sheng Tingye himself had the privilege of entering and exiting the palace.

Therefore, when Shen Qingci got off an inconspicuous carriage and took out the token of Prince Ning's Mansion, even the soldiers guarding the gate were dumbfounded.

After all, it was rumored that Prince Ning was dead and his soul was gone. Princess Ning, who had been ill for a long time and had been staying in the palace for a long time, suddenly entered the palace and handed over the sign. This was surprising.

The young general guarding the city did not dare to neglect, and immediately handed over the news, and at the same time led Shen Qing to leave and wait in the imperial garden.

Sheng Tingye took advantage of everyone's attention on Shen Qingci and found an opportunity to climb in through a laxly guarded palace wall.

Shen Qingci had just arrived at the Imperial Garden, and the news of her entry into the palace had already spread throughout the harem, and even the major aristocratic families had already sent the news.

Soon she was passed on by the saint.

The imperial study room was extremely cold and solemn inside and outside.

Before entering the door, Shen Qingci could already smell a strong smell of medicine.

It's a pity that she is not as familiar with herbs as Sheng Tingye, and her nose is not as sensitive as him, otherwise she can probably guess what is contained in it.

Before Shen Qingci could think more, the eunuch who led the way had already taken her to the inner room.

It's obvious that spring has begun and the weather is getting warmer, but there's still a fire burning in the house.

Before he could enter the door, a rush of hot air hit his face, coupled with the increasingly strong smell of medicine, making Shen Qingci almost suffocated.

Her mother-in-law, Xiao Qinglan, was also afraid of the cold, but that was because her mother-in-law had been poisoned before and suffered too much physical damage.

The saint Sheng Dehong was previously strong and strong, so he shouldn't...

Just as he was thinking about it, Sheng Dehong, who was sitting in front of the desk and reading the brochures, suddenly raised his head.

Wearing a purple gold crown with hair inlaid with jewels on his head, two dragons holding gold beads across his eyebrows, and wearing a bright gold silk embroidered dragon robe. Even if he is just sitting there, he already has an air of being in a position of power. The pressure of the person.

The Xiao family is born with a good skin. The current saint, when he was still a prince, had the reputation of being the most beautiful in Kyoto. Even though he has aged, the ravine between his eyebrows has deepened, and there are some gray hairs on the temples, he still retains his beauty. Handsome.

Most of Sheng Tingye's appearance was inherited from the saint, but his bright eyes resembled the queen's.

"Daughter-in-law pays respects to father and emperor."

Shen Qingci stepped forward and bowed politely. The saint didn't speak. She couldn't raise her head or stand up. She could only feel his compelling eyes falling on the top of her hair.

To be precise, it fell on the hosta she wore on her head.

Sheng Dehong put down the cinnabar pen in his hand and remained silent for a long time before speaking: "I heard that you are not in good health. How are you now?"

Shen Qingci narrowed his eyes and said, "As for my father, my daughter-in-law is in much better health."

Sheng Dehong said "Huh" and said casually: "Why did you come to the palace in such a hurry?"

It was neither a special day nor a summons from a saint. Shen Qingci suddenly handed over the sign. It could be said to be very sudden.

There were not only the saint in the room, but also the eunuch and two maids serving him, as well as the eunuch who wrote and the eunuch who printed the palms.

Sheng Tingye once told her that among these people there were spies from the Wang family or the Queen.

Whenever some news leaks out here, it will soon reach their ears.

Originally, it was the Queen's order for her to follow Sheng Tingye to Qingzhou. Of course they knew that she had just returned from Yunzhou.

However, although Sheng Tingzhao's life experience was covered up, to the outside world, the queen was still under house arrest in Fengyi Palace because of what he did in Yunzhou, and even the Wang family was implicated.

Of course, Shen Qing's resignation from Qingzhou could not be hidden from the saint.But now, under the saint's scrutinizing gaze, Shen Qingci could only lower his eyes and said respectfully: "My daughter-in-law heard some gossip this morning, saying that it was the prince... My daughter-in-law doesn't believe those gossips."

She came here just to lure the saint to see Sheng Tingye secretly.

Now that the sage has noticed the hosta on top of her head, her goal has been achieved.

Therefore, Shen Qingci just gave a random reason.

Sheng Dehong pushed back the folding paper in front of him and stood up from the dragon chair.

He raised his hand and pushed open a gap in the originally closed window.

A wisp of breeze blew, and Shen Qingci finally felt the fresh breath.

"I will send someone to find him, don't worry."

With his words, Shen Qingci felt uneasy. She bowed politely and withdrew from the imperial study room after receiving the permission.

As soon as I went out, the cool wind blew in my face.

She had only been in there for a while, and she was already sweating. Not only her, but also the eunuch who served the tea, the eunuch who printed the tea, and the eunuch who wrote the pen were also sweating.

But on the other hand, the saint was dressed tightly, his face was as cold as jade, and there was no trace of warmth at all.

Shen Qingci couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.

However, she didn't need to worry about it. Sheng Tingye could guess some of them when he went back to see them.

Shen Qingci left the imperial study and was about to leave the palace, but when he was passing through the imperial garden, he was blocked by a pair of short legs.

"Sister-in-law three!"

The Ninth Prince Sheng Tingyi jumped out of nowhere and hugged Shen Qingci's thigh.

"Sister-in-law three!"

Sheng Tingyi, who is only six years old, is much shorter than other children of the same age, but she is very cute due to her juicy breasts.

Shen Qingci had no resistance to such a polished child, not to mention that the child had clung to her before.

She knelt down, pinched the tip of Sheng Tingyi's nose, and said gently: "Xiaojiu, why are you here? Where is the grandma beside you?"

Hearing this, Sheng Tingyi raised his finger and pointed to the pavilion not far away.

Shen Qingci looked over subconsciously and saw Yun Bin sitting in the pavilion, smiling and waving to her.

This is specially for her.

Shen Qingci smiled, took Sheng Tingyi's hand and walked towards the pavilion.

Whether intentionally or not, Yun Bin was the only one in the pavilion, not even her personal maid.

"Princess Ning, long time no see."

Shen Qingci nodded in return.

It had only been a few months since we last met, and Yun Bin was already very haggard. Her current beauty could not even be covered by makeup.

"To be honest, I have something to ask for."

During the extraordinary period, aside from Sheng Tingye, the saint had two sons, Duan Wang and Xiao Jiu, in front of him.

Shen Qingci couldn't help being careless.

Although she had intersected with Yun Bin before because of Qin Jiaojiao, but the acquaintance was not deep.

Shen Qingci stood outside the pavilion. He had no intention of going in, but Yun Bin took the initiative to come out. (end of this chapter)