Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 309 [Sooner or later it will be hers]

Huo Yuying told the nanny, "Hurry up and take the princess down."

Miao Yu stood there in a dilemma, Qu Jingwan's face was not very good, "Go down if you have nothing to do."

"Ling'er...you..." Qu Jingwan worriedly looked at the calm woman.

"His?" Chen Lingling raised her eyebrows and smiled sinisterly.

"What..." Qu Jingwan was slightly stunned, "Then who else would it be? Some time ago I heard that the emperor always went to her place."

However, Chu Lingling laughed. She had some doubts about whether the child belonged to Xuanyuan Jiaye. After all, when he was in the palace, all the people who went to the backyard were Ganbei.

Although she thought so, she felt like a thorn in her heart, and she was struggling to breathe due to the pain.

"Concubines, hurry up, I should go." Chen Lingling got up, but the moment he stood up, his eyes suddenly went dark.

"General!" Huo Yuying quickly supported her.

She smiled, her eyes turned cold, "It's okay, I will leave."

Chen Lingling walked all the way from the official road to the outside of the palace. On the way, he met many officials with happy faces heading towards the palace. They must have come to congratulate him. After all, this is the emperor's first child since he ascended the throne, and he is still in the main palace. From the empress.

The white-haired woman walked towards the outside of the palace step by step, ignoring the people passing by, stepping on the white snow and leaving without looking sideways.

Maybe people's joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys are not connected. They gathered together happily, but she only felt that they were very noisy.

It was already evening when we returned to the General's Mansion, the days in winter were very short, and the stars appeared early in the sky.

"Miss, do you want to rest early?" Fu Que asked after bringing the food.

She had already heard about the current queen's pregnancy, and she was afraid that her lady would be unhappy, so she never mentioned it.

Sitting behind the desk, Chen Lingling looked at the military book, put down the book and came over when she heard Fu Que's words, "Go and heat up two pots of bar, it's too cold, warm up your body."

Fu Que hesitated for a while, but still complied.

It was obviously very hot in the room, but no matter how much she rubbed her hands, she felt so cold that she didn't even feel the internal organs.
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The Palace of Mental Cultivation.

"Master, it's been arranged." Ganbei stood beside the man.

The news of Yuan Shengmin's pregnancy soon spread to the Qi State. The princes and crown princes of the Qi State wanted to congratulate them one after another. They planned to arrive before New Year's Eve. After the marriage, the two countries have been in contact more frequently. There's nothing wrong with New Year's Eve.

The man who was reviewing the memorial suddenly covered his mouth with his fist and coughed violently, "Ahem!"

"Master, didn't you take your medicine today?" Gan Bei hurriedly picked up the teacup and was about to go out.

"It's okay, it's just getting colder." Xuanyuan Jiaye waved his palm, and all the candles in the Hall of Mental Cultivation lit up.

Ganbei patted him on the back distressedly, "Master, why are you so tired? Today's Yongling is already strong."

The man coughed, picked up the new memorial and continued to read, "Sooner or later, I will give her this world, and if I do more, she will be able to travel less."

"Master...don't say that." Ganbei frowned, tears welled up in his eyes.

The man sitting in front of the desk had a serious expression and kept writing, "Go and tell him, I will agree to whatever he asks, as long as he can give the antidote on time."

"Your subordinate will go now." Ganbei agreed.

After Qianbei left the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the man slowly stopped writing, stared out the window at the white ground, and then he picked up the big flag and walked out.

On one side of the Hall of Mental Cultivation is a small open space, with many piles of snow piled up on it. The man walked over and peeled off the snowdrifts with his hands, squatted down and started rolling snowballs.

The palace people on the side wanted to step forward, but were stopped by Gan Dong.

Under the dark night sky, the ninety-five-year-old man was pacing in the snow, playing with the snow all over the ground, and making a little snowman that belonged only to him and her.

(End of this chapter)