Beloved trump wife: unscrupulous prince calm concubine

Chapter 768 The so-called courtier! (1)

The night covered the entire continent, Fengtian City was lit up.

In the palace, the lights are like daylight.

In Fengyi Palace, soft cloth-soled shoes stepped on the deep black stone ground, and the eunuchs, maids and nuns walked lightly.

Everything, chaotic and orderly.

It seems normal, but it is not normal.

On the roof not far away, a person stood silently.

The night wind blew his empty left sleeve, and in the dim light, Murong Jinglun's ugly face was directly exposed in the night, looking extremely ferocious.

As Shen Fengchu and Yun Chu expected, he finally came.

Although he also knew that the imperial palace at this time was by no means the place he should come to. Ning Tianyuan was looking for him, and the whole capital was looking for a person without a left arm, so he must have no regrets, but that child is too important up.

Because, now he has lost the ability to bear children (ha, Beibei is smiling...Murong Jinglun, you are so poor), that child will be the last hope of the Murong family.

Watching the palace people coming and going, his eyes flicked over the hidden guards where the figures were hidden, Murong Jinglun's only remaining right hand was slowly clenched in the sleeve.

He slowly raised his right foot, the heel lifted up, it was in a state of wanting to indulge.

At the same time, he looked around.

His eyes flicked to the silver light reflected from the gun body in the hand of a guard, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, and his raised heels fell back to the original place.

Turning around, he silently swooped up and rushed in the direction of Chonghua Palace.

In his heart, there was still a glimmer of hope, hoping that all this was just a bureau, so before doing anything, he decided to go to Chonghua Palace to take a look.

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Chonghua Palace.

Sitting in front of the mirror, Concubine Yi carefully picked up a little rouge with her fingers and painted it on her cheeks.

In the past, these things were served by palace servants.

Only, today is different from the past.

At that time, she was Concubine Yi, the highest-ranking person in the harem other than the empress, whoever disrespected her feared her to curry favor with her.

At this moment, she is just a palace servant. If she hadn't had this child in her womb, she would be different from ordinary eunuchs and maids. Who would serve her?

The jewelry in the box has already been looted. Those who were bullied, beaten, and scolded by her... have already snatched all the things she could snatch from here.

This box of rouge was only saved by accidentally dropping it under the bed.

She was no longer wearing a Chinese dress, but just the most common plain gown, and all the gorgeous dresses in the closet had already been snatched away.

After carefully applying rouge and combing the messy hair with an old wooden comb, Concubine Yi stood up with a long body.

Plain clothes, plain hair, and a face just painted with rouge, are so beautiful that they seem to be untouched by the dust of this world.

Back then, when she first met that man, she also looked like this.

At that time, in the brothel, she was the same as she is now, with nothing.

No, she has many now.

Raising her hand and caressing her swollen abdomen, Concubine Yi raised her lips and smiled happily. Having this child is enough.

Now, all she wants is to see that person again before she dies, so that her life can be fulfilled.

She guessed that he should come.

Not because she is here, but because she still has his child in her womb. He is not dead, and the child will not die. Even if Empress Song gave birth to a dragon son, so what, that person has his own way to make this child a prince. Become an emperor and rule the world.

(End of this chapter)