My emperor loves thin waist

Chapter 172

Mo Xiang didn't dare to talk to her, the current Concubine Qing is no longer the indifferent and elegant woman she used to be, she is even more impetuous these days, even she is awake to serve carefully, not to mention the other people in Yunmei Palace.

After Meng's family left, Su Qinwan gently opened the brocade box that Sun Jinrong handed over to her, and saw that there was a set of big ruby ​​heads inside, and a roll of slightly yellowed paper tied with silk.

She was stunned for a moment, then untied the silk, and then spread the paper, and saw that there was actually a drawing of a woman inside, and upon closer inspection, she was [-] to [-] percent like her mother. But a little more sad.

This is……

Examine the small portrait carefully, and there are a few blurred handwritings in the lower right corner, probably from a long time ago, only the word "Mother" can be vaguely seen, and the word "Jinrong" in the signature But it is clearly visible.

Su Qinwan was completely stunned. If she guessed correctly, the woman in this painting should be her real grandmother, but the person who painted it was actually Sun Jinrong?

She remembered hearing her mother mention that Sun Jinrong and her were not born of the same mother, but a concubine. His biological mother died of illness when he was very young. It was his grandmother who took pity on him when he was young. To be raised at the knees as a legitimate son, fortunately, he is a sensible and filial person, serving his grandmother with more dedication than his own daughter, his mother.It is estimated that this is also the case. Mother will entrust herself to Sun Jinrong before she dies.

In addition to his original wife, my grandfather also had several concubines. My grandmother was a gentle and quiet woman who devoted herself to helping her husband and raising her children. Unfortunately, her health was not very good, and she went away after a few years of lingering illness.

She sighed lightly, then took the set of hair masks in her hands and looked through them. Although it was an old style decades ago, it was well-made, and every single thread was extremely elegant. The whole set of hair masks was worth a lot of money.

Why did Sun Jinrong give her such a trick?Who is this face?Could, could it be her grandmother's?
She couldn't figure it out, so she could only gently put the things back to their original places one by one, locked them with a lock, and put them away carefully.

No matter why Sun Jinrong gave these things to her, she didn't want to pursue it anymore, just let the past go with the wind!
"Isn't it just a small wind and cold, why haven't you seen him for so long? What do you imperial physicians do!" In the Longgan Palace, Zhao Hongyou slapped the imperial case angrily, and asked sharply.

The two imperial physicians kneeling on the ground were trembling all over, and one of them, who was slightly older, said tremblingly, "The emperor is angry, the prince is getting old, although he has been nourishing these years, his foundation is weaker than ordinary people after all, An ordinary wind and cold is nothing to others, but to the prince... I can only use some mild prescriptions to take care of it."

King Qian was captured by the enemy army when he was young, and he suffered a lot during this period, so his body was naturally injured. Daming Mountain has a pleasant climate. Although Emperor Wenzhao was wary of him back then, he still used his thoughts to choose him as his real brother. A place suitable for his retreat to enclose him.

Earlier, Zhao Hongyou heard that King Qian was ill, and sent the most skilled imperial physician from the Imperial Hospital to make a diagnosis and treatment, but unexpectedly, he never recovered, and today he had an attack.

Hearing what the imperial physician said, he lost his mind slightly, the capture of the imperial uncle was a disgrace to the generals of Daqi, he is a gentle and elegant man, he must have suffered a lot in order to save his life and return safely.He doesn't want to pursue the right and wrong of his predecessors, he just knows that King Qian is the only benevolent elder he respects, and it has nothing to do with fame or loss.

Concerned in his heart, Zhao Hongyou took Zhou Yuan and others straight to Daming Mountain Huangzhuang taking advantage of the imperial court's rest on this day.

(End of this chapter)