MTL - The Job of an Imperial Concubine-Chapter 109

The first rain after the year finally got up. Shugui took an umbrella and walked on Qingshi Road, ignoring the shackles and the female eunuchs who obviously wanted a lot of themselves but could not be polite, step by step toward that direction. The imperial guard of honor. ********** Please go to w+w+w. . c+o+m see the latest chapter******

Behind her, there was no endless palace eunuch, the only veil that served her in the palace that year. She had traveled countless times on this road. At that time, she was the most favored woman of the emperor, always accompanying the emperor. Every corner, behind it, is the sight of a group of women.

As the rain grew bigger and bigger, Shugui raised his head and saw that the beauty of the butterfly on the umbrella became bleak. Suddenly, "Rose yarn, is this umbrella given by the emperor?"

"Odd girl, you forgot, this is the two years ago when you came back from the main palace, the emperor handed it to you personally," Ling yarn looked at the emperor's imperial drive closer and lower, whispered, "you have been reluctant to use it later, It was released."

Shu Guizhen bent the corner of the bend, lifted his foot and walked between the two rockeries. It is also the road that the emperor must pass.

Gao Dezhong saw Shu Guizhen standing in front and avoiding it. At one time, he had to stop and turn to the seal of Yu Yuli: "The emperor, Shugui wants to see."

The yellow dragonfly was gently pulled open, and the face of the face was exposed. He looked at the woman in the raincoat and was silent.

Shugui held the handle of the handle manually, carefully placed the umbrella next to it, letting the rain wash her delicate eyebrows, she looked up at the tall man, slowly squatting down.

The whole road was silent, no one made a sound, and no one moved. They looked at the woman who once had a favorite palace, as if looking at a person who had no work.

"Rain is big, you go back." Fringe frowning and sighing: "The will of the beggar has been changed, no change."

"The emperor can remember that you said it in the same year, I will treat you as if I was at the beginning," Shu Guifei lifted his chin and smiled at Feng. "Can the emperor say a promise?"

Feng Jing looked at her quietly, only after a long while: "I will treat you as always."

After listening to this, Shugui smiled and shed tears. She squinted and slowly stood up. The first time she looked at Feng, she was equal. "The red is not old, the emperor has not changed, it is too much." I’m not satisfied with it.” After that, I suddenly raised my voice. “The emperor! It’s wrong!”

Gao Dezhong was shocked by this voice, and looked up at Shugui, and saw the bicolor figure flashing, and then slammed, everything was restored again.

The bright red blood flows down the bluestone plate along the rain, turning into a light red stream, squatting under the scorpion.

He blinked wide and looked back at the emperor, only to see the emperor's quiet eyes.

Gao Dezhong stunned for a moment, so that people arranged to call the doctor, and let people carry Shugui to the palace. Listening to the cry of the lady who served the lady, he made a lot of points.

After a while, the road became quiet. Except for the bloodstains that had been washed away by the rain, only the oil-paper umbrella that was placed next to it was left. This umbrella was hit by the **** palace and covered with muddy water. With the blades of grass, it looks like a wolverine.

"Let's go to Xihe Palace," Feng closed his eyes and immediately said, "Forget it, go back to the palace and bathe and change clothes."

"Yes." Gao Dezhong once again lowered his head and went with the imperial concubine.

The oil-paper umbrella was blown by the wind, and it was turned over, and the handle of the dragon and the phoenix was carved upwards, and the umbrella paper was immersed in the dirty water.

In the corner behind the rockery, Su Xiuyi looked pale and looked at the bluestone road that had no human traces. The hand holding the handcuff shivered and held the hand of the palace lady for a long time before she recovered her voice. "Go back, go back to the palace."

"The Niangniang, the emperor said that he could call his wife into the palace for a few days. If you want to bring the lady into the palace, let Fubao go to run the lame," Yun Xi gently pressed the ankle on Zhuangluo. Don't grieve yourself."

"I want to have all the palaces. Even if there isn't, the emperor specially arranged for people to get into the palace. In the nǎ, the mother still needs to come in specially for me." Zhuang Luo smiled, and now the palace is not peaceful, she can I don’t want Mrs. Zhuang to bring things into the palace to become someone else’s calculations.

Just thinking about Mrs. Zhuang who has not really got along, she is not particularly looking forward to it. After all, she is not her true mother. Only the old lady needs peace and joy in this life, she is satisfied.

"Anniling, Niangniang," Fu Bao ran into the rain, and some stuttered: "There was a message that Shugui smashed his head in the face of the emperor!"

"What?" Zhuang Luo sat up straight and looked at Fu Bao with horror. "Shu Gui?? Self-destructive?"

Fubao wiped the rain on his face and gasped. "This time it was spread all over the palace. The Queen's Empress has already rushed to the Anqing Palace. The hospital has also passed many doctors. I don't know." How is your child."

Zhuang Luo’s time was a bit embarrassing. Shu Gui’s person was in her imagination. She always smiled and looked at her. So a woman would commit suicide in the face of the emperor. How desperate is this? courage? The brow wrinkled unconsciously. "You go to take some good tonics and send them to Anqing Palace. I will return after Shugui is in trouble."

Perhaps the woman who is really tall in this harem is not Xu Zhaorong or Qian Qianyi, but the lady of the city.

The people in one room couldn't believe the news. After Fubao went out, Yun Xi didn't dare to set the channel: "How can things get like this?" Shu Guizhen is self-suppressing in the face of the emperor, this is a big sin, if it is the emperor Enraged, let alone save her father and brother, I am afraid that even her mother and brother will be affected.

Zhuang Luo squatted silently, and heard the words of Yun Xi, and sighed. In this harem, nǎlirong had to move the true heart, and the one who loved him would kill his father and brother, Shugui 妃nǎ Still living. Hate the emperor, she can't do it. Forget the death of the father and the brother, to serve the emperor, she can not do it, it is better to die and violently, but still leave a clean.

It is only in the book, or in the white-eyed wolf, that it is true to live with the father and the murderer. A woman like Shugui and Su Ruizi seems to be gentle but arrogant. This way of making a decision is her last choice.

"The emperor is driving!"

Zhuang Luo looked up and saw Feng Jin walked in from the door with Gao Dezhong. She gave a slight glimpse. Today, the emperor allowed the **** to report it. The mood is still different from the past.

"How big is the rain, how come the emperor?" Zhuang Luo helped the Yunxi stand up, but before he took a few steps, he was helped by Feng. She deliberately observed the face of the emperor a few times before she began to say, "Just the kitchen licked the pigeon soup, and let the emperor present a bowl of taste."

"No, no appetite," Feng said, reaching out and gently touching her lower abdomen. "What can a child behave today?"

Zhuang Luo's hand rested on the back of his hand, then slowly took his hand: "The emperor, hey and the child are very good."

The warmth on the back of the hand made a smile on the face of the seal. After waving the hand to let the people in the house retreat, he gently put the man and the gentleman into his arms: "In the future, your mother and child will be good, and you will always Waiting for you and your child is good."

Feng Jin’s clothes were a little cold. When the Zhuangluo touched it, the face was cold and it was adapted. When she heard the words of Feng, she stunned slightly. After a pause, she said: “The emperor...”

Gently patted her back, and said, "I suddenly remembered, your birthday is in August?"

Zhuang Luo did not understand that he suddenly raised this question. He had to say, "Well, I still remember that you had asked the emperor's birthday for a special purpose. Later, he specially made a banquet for him. He raised the position. These things are like yesterday. ""

"This year will give you a big birthday. At that time, our children have already had a full moon," Feng said, stroking her face. "When you arrive, you will be given another gift."

Zhuang Luo suddenly smiled: "Then I remembered, if you are not talking, then you will laugh with your child!"

Feng Xiaoxiao laughed out and slowly let go of her, saying: "Today, what do you want to tell your child? Is it better to talk about the story of the old calf?"

Listening to the soft voice of the story in the ear, Zhuang Luo suddenly thought, the moment is the fragile emotion of the emperor? Unfortunately, this emotion dissipated too quickly, so she did not really distinguish.

Maybe you can become an emperor, and you are already indifferent to your feelings.

The author has something to say: Shugui will not die. But she can leave the field.