The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 80 Going to the Queen's Palace Tonight

Thinking about it, didn't she always want to enter the palace to be his concubine?And she helped her realize this wish, she must be so happy, she hasn't slowed down yet.

The emperor checked her sign every day, and if he didn't see her for a while, he would pass it on to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The little girl was very favored.

Thinking of this, an intriguing smile appeared on the Queen Mother's face.

Suddenly thought of something, she turned her head and asked Mother Li beside her, "What day is it today?"

Nanny Li replied: "Reporting to the Empress Dowager, I am nineteen today."

The Queen Mother picked up the handkerchief and wiped her hands slowly: "In twenty days it will be the ninth day."

"Is the Queen Mother still going there this year?"

Nanny Li asked tentatively.

The queen mother didn't make a sound, the expression on her solemn face was very frozen.

Ninth day
I want to forget the unforgettable days.

"go"

After a long time, she finally whispered a word.

It has been 19 years, and it is a day that must be faced every year.

"Empress Dowager, I'm afraid Mu Wang should also come back."

Nanny Li said in a low voice.

"When he comes back, I don't know what to do with Ai's family."

The Empress Dowager put the veil on the flower stand casually, took off the beads from her wrist, walked to the seat and sat down, and moved them slowly.

Nanny Li then walked around behind her and held her shoulders: "It's over when the Mu Wang loses his temper, it's already a fact, and it can't be changed."

The queen mother closed her eyes and rested her mind, without making a sound.

With Mu Wang's temperament, if it was as simple as making a fuss, she wouldn't have to worry about it.

It's better to let him stay at the border and not come back until the matter is successful, and he doesn't know what will happen when he comes back.
Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Ling Juncheng picked up the booklet and opened it for a glance, and after just one glance, he closed it again.

Looking up at the door, he looked slightly agitated.

Until Yuan Shen's figure flashed into the hall like a ghost, his dark eyes suddenly brightened.

"Why have you been here for so long?!"

The words that came out of his mouth revealed that he was waiting impatiently.

Zhang Deming stood behind Ling Juncheng at a safe distance.

What's the matter, Long Live Lord?He had never looked forward to seeing Yuan Shen so much.

In order to wait for him just now, he didn't calm down to review the papers.

Alas, Long Live Lord has indeed changed.

Yuan Shen reacted for a moment: "Your Majesty, this subordinate has only gone for less than half a stick of incense."

Ling Juncheng frowned deeply: "Get to the point!"

"The noble concubine was called to the Yongshou Palace by the Queen Mother, and all the ladies from all the palaces were also there."

Yuan Shen quickly said what he found out.

Hearing this, Ling Juncheng's frown suddenly relaxed.

I just said why she didn't come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to eat melon seeds today.

It turned out that she was called to Yongshou Palace by the Queen Mother, no wonder she didn't come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Otherwise, she must be thinking about her few sacks of melon seeds, and she will eat them back no matter what she does.
Yongshou Palace?
The brows that had just been stretched were furrowed together again.

Uh, I almost forgot, she is the person in Yongshou Palace who specially placed him next to him, and she took it for her own use after she was just born
His face darkened a little bit.

He said to Zhang Deming irritably, "Go to the Queen's Palace tonight!"

Zhang Deming hastily lowered his waist: "The slave will go to Changle Palace to report."

"Whose palace do I have to get their consent first?"

The man's face sank completely, and he glanced at Zhang Deming with his cold eyes.

Zhang Deming's body couldn't help shaking a few times, feeling that the buttock injury that had almost healed was split open again.
"Your majesty, when you went to the harem before, didn't you always report in advance?"

The man turned his eyes to the memorial in front of him: "Are you teaching me how to do it?"

Zhang Deming shut his mouth tightly.

(End of this chapter)