MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 70 Love Contest (1)

070 Love contest (1)

Painful heartache, at this time, suddenly a hand held her from behind.

When Fu Zhao returned, she didn't even know.

A gentle breath passed from above her head to surround her, his hands around her waist, bringing her gently into his arms.

"Rongle, in the future ... no matter what happens, don't hurt yourself."

The cool white moonlight passed through the diamond-shaped pane and projected on the light gray wall in this gorgeous bedroom. In this peaceful night, it added a little coolness to the gorgeousness.

She allowed him to hold her tightly, and there was a sharp pain in the wound on her left shoulder, and there seemed to be hot burns left by the hot tea juice around the wound.

She lifted the corners of her cold mouth and asked with a smile, "My pain, general ... would you care?"

The person behind him trembled and instantly became stiff.

After a long time, when she was about to fall asleep, a very light voice sounded as if only sighing, "I will! Rongle ... I'm sorry!"

At noon on the second day, Man Yan used his injury as an excuse, and did not go to the Temple of Lotus to attend the final feast of feast of Zongzheng Wuyou.

She retired everyone, and she sat alone under the promenade in the yard. There was a small pomegranate tree beside her. Some of the pomegranate flowers on the tree were a little bit bleak. When the wind blew, the flower that was not angry would Falling down, slumped in her hands, like the beauty of twilight.

She leaned back on the porch and looked out of the heavy pavilion, her eyes vacant.

"Master, why are you up?"

During the conversation, Linger had approached her, and smiled softly, "Don't you like watching the fun? Why didn't you go to Shenglian Garden?"

Linger said: "It's over."

It's been a while, so soon? In less than half an hour. He is finally going to have his own wife, who will Zongzheng worry-free choose?

She looked at the withered petals on her hand, and the dark brown color lined her slightly pale skin, becoming even more desolate and sad. Her eyes were half-dropped, her eyes dimmed, her palms clenched, and she murmured, "Is that ... Ms. Sun?" The woman who tried everything to embarrass her was nothing more than Zong Zhengwu. worry. It should be her. The person whom the emperor liked was also the leader among the women.

Linger looked in his eyes and shook his head, "No."

Distraught for a moment, without looking up. He didn't choose Sun Yali? Which woman did he choose?

She lowered her eyes lower, almost closed her lips, and squeezed her lips tightly, fearing that she would still ask.

No matter who he chooses, it has nothing to do with her. She held her hand. The weather in June was cold.

Linger went around the gallery post, turned to her, squatted, and looked up at her with thought.

"Master, Li Wang ... no one is selected."

The man shook his body, raised his eyes in shock, and involuntarily asked, "No one has chosen? Why?" Even if he refused to choose, the emperor would not agree.

This election feast was different from before, not to mention the presence of Ning Qianyi, only civil and military officials must have done a lot to win the position of the princess for their own family, and after a few hours last night, If the Zongzheng Wuyou suddenly changed his mind and chose not to choose, wouldn't that amount to teasing everyone and offend the courtiers all at once?

Linger said doubtfully: "I don't know the reason. Anyway, when a lady was about to sing, Li Wang suddenly shot to stop it. He said it was boring, wasting his time, and letting people take chess. He said that whoever can play against him will choose who he will be his wife. "

Man's heart trembled slightly, chess? He wasn't unaware that those women would never be able to. He did so, apparently without the courage to cope. If he had no intention of choosing a concubine from the beginning, why did he have to choose this feast?

Linger again said, "Where can these ladies play chess and don't know? Later, a minister said: 'I heard that Yun Guifei played a game of chess when she was young. Wouldn't that be it? '"

Man-chan asked, "What then?"

Linger said: "The ministers whispered under the guise that the king was deliberately making things difficult, and he was angry and did not dare to attack, and his face was very ugly. The emperor asked the king to send the dusty wind son back to rest and let the ministers all go , Ordered all court eunuchs to retreat beyond ten feet ... "

Retreat beyond ten feet? What will the Emperor Lin do? He was really angry this time!

"Linger, look again. Come on."

The white thorny sunlight was shining on the lake, and the water moved with the wind, wavy waves, refracted in the half-open hall, and it hurt people's eyes.

At this time, the Guanhe Temple was within ten feet of the circle, leaving only Emperor Lin and Zongzheng worry-free father and son.

The Emperor Lin stepped down from the dragon chair and slowly came to Zongzheng Wuyou. His eyebrows were like a sword, and his eyes were wrinkled, his eyes were full of anger, staring at Zongzheng Wuyou, his chest undulating.

Zongzheng is worry-free, sitting calmly, playing with a black **** in his hands, completely ignoring the emperor standing in front of him with anger and anger.

"咣, 咣, 咣 !!!"

With a big wave from the Emperor, a crackling noise will spread in this silent hall. The white jade chessboard was suddenly swept to the hard ground and shattered into several petals. He was still deflated, and flew up again, and the table between them was lifted up and flew out. Hit the carved pillar and bounced back, the wooden frame scattered and the sawdust flying.

The blue and white cup was broken, and the tea leaves were scattered all over the floor.

Zongzheng only raised his eyes. His eyes were cold and scary. Before the emperor looked at him, he fixed his eyes on the only child left by his most beloved woman in his life. Tumbling in my heart, I can't hold it down. He questioned: "From the beginning to the end, you didn't plan to choose a consort at all, did you ?! I broke my heart for you, but you teased me! Where are you going to give your father's face?"

Zongzheng said indifferently, "When did I tease you?"

The Emperor Lin said more and more: "You know that nobody will play this chess, and you set it up as a condition for choosing a consort! Do you dare to say that you have not planned it beforehand?"

Zong Zheng carelessly raised his eye corners, unconcerned, and slightly closed his eyes, covering the flickering pain in his eyes. Who said no one would go down? That woman is comparable to him!

When the emperor saw him, he didn't squeak, so he defaulted, and his heart was even more angry. He slammed him up and sighed, "You have nothing to say?"

Zong Zheng waved his hand without worry, sneered, and said, "What's the matter?" He never explained to anyone, let alone the man in front of him.

"You, you!" The Emperor Lin trembled with anger, unable to speak. He intuitively raised his hand to sternly teach this son who didn't understand his good intentions as a father, but just raised his hand, he held it in the air and froze. That Xiao Xiyuner's face told him how to shoot.

Zong Zheng looked at him coldly, with an ironic smile. He had to take a look. This man couldn't succeed.

At this moment, someone at the entrance of the hall hurriedly said, "Don't stop, don't! Don't do it! Father is angry, if you have something to say, don't do it!"

The 9th prince heard the huge noise in the attic outside the garden, fearing that something would happen, and after all he was uneasy, so he sneaked back. When he saw this posture, he was scared and couldn't care about anything, so he rushed in.

When the emperor Lin saw the nine princes, he was looking for a punching bag, and Shen said, "Who told you to come in ?!"

The ninth prince hurriedly said, "The sons and daughters are not assured that the emperor and the seventh brother ..."

"Go!" The Emperor Lin did not listen, and a palm wind containing a strong internal force swept the past.

The ninth prince was frightened, and did not dare to make a hard connection. He could only escape quickly, but was still swept away by the palm of the wind, and flew against the wall. He screamed and spit out blood.

Zongzheng's worry-free complexion changed with anger, saying: "Don't always take him out! Don't forget, he is also your son! Since you don't like it, you shouldn't do that ridiculous thing."

The emperor's pupils shrank and it was a night of drinking and drinking. He used to be careful, for fear that things would be known to Yuner. If he didn't know the child's existence until the woman gave birth, he would never let the child come to life.

The ninth prince stood up against his chest, his eyes quietly dim, but he still laughed heartlessly. When was the father emperor when he was his son? !! He was just the product of the father ’s absurd night. When he was born, his mother was given to his father by death, and he was carried by a maid. At that time, who knew that this country also had a prince without a name. ? In this royal family, a deceased mother, who could not even be identified as a prince, did not live as well as a court eunuch, until he met Seven Brother. At that time, in his eyes, Qige was an immortal figure. He stubbornly followed him, never stubborn. 2k novel reading network