The ugly concubine of the foolish king

Chapter 390 Six, in the looted things temple, a burst of crying from Ling Li's child pierced the entire night sky.

A little master, holding the child, came to the abbot's room. The abbot was taking a seat. After hearing the cry of the child, he stayed on the bed and took the child from the little master's arms.

Yes, this child is Shang Qing'er's child. She was brought here to be raised because of her too much hostility.

Every day, what she did the most was cry, and she was finally coaxed, and then she had another fit. The abbot fed her with the rice porridge boiled in the temple. She was fine during the day, but cried even more at night.

"Master, this child is so young, and she doesn't have a mother by her side, I'm afraid she won't be able to support her," the little master said worriedly.

The abbot hugged the child and wandered back and forth, as if he didn't hear the little master's words. For him, saving a life was to accumulate public virtue.

"You have underestimated this child. Her vitality is quite tenacious. It doesn't mean that she can die after death. Besides, she is only a few days after birth, and she is still a premature baby. She has such vitality. It’s not the reason why ordinary people compare.” Abbot’s words left the little master speechless.

"It's okay for her to cry like this all the time. I can't take her with me at all. Master, you have to find a way." The little master was very helpless, he was not very old, and he was just a child, a child How can you bring another child?Then again, this girl was born prematurely, even if she stayed with her mother, she would not be able to support her well, not to mention she was no longer with her mother.

"She is venting her hostility. She is not convinced. It's nothing, nothing." The abbot was very calm, and he spoke to the little master peacefully.

Then, he muttered a sentence, and after a while, the child stayed in his arms and stopped crying. Instead, he looked at the abbot's face with his blinking eyes. His eyes were so clear that they seemed to be like spring water.

"Go down the mountain tomorrow and find a nanny for her. In this way, she won't have to drink rice porridge every day," the doctor ordered the little master.

"Yes, master." The little master replied, looking at the cute girl, he didn't dare to take it easily, after all, he really couldn't handle this child.

"Okay, let her stay with me tonight, you go down and have a good rest." The abbot said, he hugged the child and smiled at her, and the child in his arms also smiled back at him very cooperatively "So you like the meditation mantra. From now on, I will read it to you every day, okay?" the abbot was talking, coaxing her, and sure enough, after a while, she gradually fell into peace.

The abbot hugged her without showing any expression, but seeing him look at the sleeping child in his arms with meaningful eyes, and from her body, he saw the faint hostility.

To be honest, this child's life is too tough. If she hadn't been born prematurely, her life would have been even harder. It was because of her premature birth that she cut off some of her unformed hostility, even if she was born prematurely. Even so, she was still full of hostility.

Feng Gong, Queen's Palace, Shang Qing'er lay restlessly on the bed, her face was covered with sweat, as if she had a nightmare, in her sleep, she ruthlessly grabbed the quilt on the bed with her hands , The whole person's teeth were clenched tightly, as if he wanted to crush his own teeth.

"Daughter... daughter..." Shang Qing'er shook her head, calling the word "daughter" in her mouth.

Feng Yuchen was awakened by her cry, he looked at Shang Qing'er on the bed, and reached out to caress her forehead.

"Daughter don't cry, mother is here, don't cry, don't cry..." Shang Qing'er whispered, she stretched out her hand, waving it randomly, looking at her, Feng Yuchen felt a burst of pain in her heart. Distressed.

"Qinger, wake up, Qinger..." Feng Yuchen reached out and shook Shang Qinger's body. When Shang Qinger opened her eyes, she suddenly grabbed Feng Yuchen as if she was crazy. hand, and cried out loudly.

"Leng Yi, my daughter, my daughter is crying...Ah Chen, my daughter is crying..." Shang Qing'er cried out in panic.

Looking at her as if she was crazy, Feng Yuchen felt very sad in his heart, but what can be done?In order to protect Shang Qing'er, he had to do this.

"Qing'er, you're having a nightmare. Our child is dead, she won't cry, she won't." Feng Yuchen pulled Shang Qing'er into his arms, The body gave Shang Qinger the greatest warmth.

"She's not dead, she's really not dead, I dreamed that she was crying, and she was really crying, Ah Chen, I heard..." Shang Qing'er crawled into Feng Yuchen's arms, hugging Feng Yuchen body, weeping bitterly.

"Okay, Qing'er, there's nothing else to do, don't cry, don't cry." At this moment, all Feng Yuchen could give Shang Qing'er was comfort.

"Ah Chen, can you help me find my daughter?" Shang Qing'er raised her face and looked at Feng Yuchen.

At this time, Feng Yuchen nodded heavily.

In fact, Shang Qing'er at this time is Cui weak, but Feng Yuchen is not so strong at this time. He has endured too many things these days, many of which are not what he should bear. State affairs, family affairs, world affairs, everything is on him.

Without the pain of his daughter, he is not much better than Shang Qing'er, but he is a man, and he promised this woman to give her a stable life, so he must be strong.

After a long time, Shang Qing'er finally fell asleep, holding Shang Qing'er in his arms, Feng Yuchen's heart was full of mixed feelings, unspeakable sadness, he put Shang Qing'er's body flat, and he got up and got out of bed.

For many days, he has been under such pressure. While dealing with state affairs, he also has to take good care of Shang Qinger. Of course, from a distance, he will also look in the direction of the monastery. I don’t know. Is his daughter well there.

The sky was not yet bright, Feng Yuchen stomped out of the house, and when he left, he told the palace people to take good care of Shang Qing'er, just like this, he was still slightly uncomfortable.

Feng Yuchen stomped to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, intending to look at the booklets from various places before going to sleep, but after pushing open the door, he unexpectedly saw Wu Yuan studying ink.

"The emperor is here." Wu Yuan greeted Feng Yuchen after seeing him.

"It's so early, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Feng Yuchen looked at Wu Yuan now, feeling a little moved. He has been rejecting Wu Yuan in political affairs. In fact, Wu Yuan is the most loyal minions.

"When the late emperor was here, I always got up at this hour to study ink for the late emperor. Now that the late emperor has gone, I have developed a habit of many years, and I can't sleep even if I want to sleep a little longer, so I came here early. Waiting for the emperor." Hearing what he said, Feng Yuchen felt a faint discomfort in his heart.

He sat down, picked up the folder on the table, and looked at it carefully. There were two things, one was about the war, and the other was about Shang Qinger, which gave him a headache.

Seeing such an excerpt, Feng Yuchen frowned tightly. In his heart, he felt unspeakable boredom and helplessness. He slapped the excerpt heavily on the table, feeling sullen all by himself.

"Your Majesty, the first emperor told Wu Yuan when he was in power that being an emperor is actually helpless." Wu Yuan whispered, Feng Yuchen seemed to understand it, but it seemed like he didn't understand it.

He stretched out his hand and picked up the folder again. "Well, since it's helpless, then I'm helpless." He smiled wryly, looking at him, Wu Yuan didn't know what to say.

"The emperor is the lord of the world. The emperor can do whatever he wants, but the premise is that the emperor must have great power. In this way, the words that are spoken will have weight." Wu Yuan whispered again.

"Wu Yuan, I want to ask you something in particular." Feng Yuchen opened his mouth and asked Wu Yuan. In his words, he was particularly embarrassed, as if he had taken a lot of courage.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty." Wu Yuan replied.

Feng Yuchen calmed down and spoke softly.

"My throne is not easy to come by. Everyone says that my country was stolen. You have been by the late emperor's side all year round. I want to ask you, under the upright plaque behind my dragon chair, Is there really a so-called imperial edict?" Feng Yuchen looked at Wu Yuan calmly.

When Wu Yuan heard this, his whole body trembled. Why did Feng Yuchen suddenly think of asking this question?

"Your Majesty, I don't know." Suddenly, Wu Yuan knelt down in a panic.Back then, he knew exactly what the late emperor Feng Qingcheng was thinking.

When the big event really came, he had no way to truly express Feng Qingcheng's intentions.

"I reckon you are not guilty." Feng Yuchen waved his hand, and he gave Wu Yuan an amnesty order. Now, Wu Yuan was really relieved.

"The matter of passing on the imperial edict is indeed true." Wu Yuan wiped off his sweat and finally said it.

"Yes, it really is, hey." Feng Yuchen walked to the front of the table and sat down. "It seems that my country was stolen after all," Feng Yuchen finally understood.

He smiled bitterly, and Wu Yuan fell to his knees on the ground again in a panic.

"The emperor is also the biological son of the late emperor. From Wu Yuan's point of view, whoever becomes the emperor is a good emperor as long as he can manage the land left by the late emperor well." Wu Yuan kowtowed his head to the ground.

"It was stolen. One day it will be returned, five yuan, you get up." Feng Yuchen said calmly, there is no deep meaning in what he said.