The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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Qin Lu carried the medicine chest and entered the queen mother. The queen mother was still holding the beads in her hands and sitting on the soft couch with her eyes closed. She gently fiddled with the beads, her fingers were chanting, and she was still chanting, but Qin Lu knew that the Queen Mother was simply unfavorable. Since the news of Xu Chengjin's death, the Queen Mother was deeply stimulated, and she was a bit dazed. If there was a support in her heart, she might be bedridden.

And Qin Lu came here today just to stabilize this support.

"Wei Chen paid his respects to the Empress Dowager, please respect the Empress Dowager Jin'an!" As before, Qin Lu knelt down and bowed her head respectfully to salute the Empress Dowager.

"Get up," the Queen Mother said slowly, putting down the beads while looking at Qin Lu, who was struggling to get up from the ground. The Queen Mother could not help but frown. "How come you are so old all of a sudden?"

Qin Lu thought of the ambiguous broken finger on the tray, biting his lips bitterly and said: "Weichen are people who are over 50 years old, and the old should be."

The Empress Dowager's eyes patrolled him and seemed to understand what he was doing. Now he sneered: "Do you think that Xu's door has fallen, and it will inevitably involve you Qin's door, right?"

"The queen mother, Weichen has passed most of her life, and she is not afraid of dying," Qin Lu said lightly, while taking the pulse pillow from the medicine chest, and kneeling beside the queen mother, to diagnose her veins, and withered fingers On the queen mother's slim wrist, Qin Lu looked up at the queen mother, "not to mention that Xu's door has not been completely down? Weichen has nothing to fear."

"What do you mean by this?" The queen mother suddenly stunned, and then she couldn't suppress the ecstasy. "Is it ... is it Jinghui her ..."

"Wei Chen specially came to the Queen Mother to express his happiness. At three o'clock today, Hui Niang gave birth to five princes. Long live the dragon, please the little prince Ming Jun, and seal Hui Hui as the concubine," Qin said here, Qin Lu also smiled, a little pale and powerless, "With this prince, Xu Men will be revitalized, and Weichen congratulates the Empress!"

"Good! Good!" The queen mother was very excited, and her eyes were full of tears. For years, she has never been so gaffeous. She wiped the tears and looked at Qin Lu. When she spoke again, her voice There was a little overwhelming gratitude in it, "Qin Lu, Jinghui can successfully give birth to the little prince, it is your merits to take care of you. You can rest assured that Aijia will never treat you badly. Qin Chong's antidote, Ai Jia will let people take you to your house. "

"Yes, Weichen thanked the Empress Dowager!" At the moment, Qin Lu knocked his forehead, and his forehead rested on the cold floor tiles, and the old tears were vertical and horizontal. For many years, he looked forward to the words of the Queen Mother, and now the Queen Mother is finally Chrysostom opened, but ...

But where is his Chong'er?

How on earth can he rescue his punch?

Qin Lu has never been so desperate. Even when he looked at the broken finger in the tray at the time, he had never been so desperate at the moment.

...

Prince Rong Mansion.

study.

A table of exquisite meals, from the heat to the cold, Zhong Mingzheng did not move a bit, he sat alone in front of the window, wide open the window, squinted at the goose feathers and snow outside, no expression on his face.

"Master," Ling Shian didn't look well when he came in. Looking at Zhong Mingzheng again, the expression on his face became more subtle. He walked slowly to Zhong Mingzheng and whispered with his head down, "King Qijun, the palace Just now the good news came out, the maiden Hui Hui gave birth to the five princes, long live the great lord, and gave the five princes a bright name, and the maiden Hui Hui was confessed to Hui Fei.

"Boom!"

Not waiting for Ling Shi'an's words to finish, Zhong Mingzheng had swept the small pot of five needle pine on the window sill to the ground, and the ground was covered with black mud for a while.