Chapter 183 An Lingrong 124
Hongyao's mother was feeding her big black bird at this time.
She didn't know if the big crow was about to become a spirit, its IQ was almost catching up with her daughter's.
Listening to Wu Ya's reports over the past few days, Ling Rong's face showed an ugly expression.
Regardless of who she was, she hated all these things. Although the Fourth Prince's original intention was just to make the Third Prince commit the crime of visiting a prostitute, so that the Emperor would be completely disappointed in him.
But Lingrong still felt uncomfortable when she thought about the consequences of getting involved with this thing.
If she was asked to kill someone, she wouldn't blink an eye. Even if it was torture, Lingrong had done it before, but this was different. This thing touched her sensitive nerves.
Unfortunately, even Zhen Huan couldn't understand her shock and anger at this moment.
She did not often investigate the affairs of the previous dynasty. Firstly, they were too far away and even if she did, it would be difficult for her to intervene in the harem. Secondly, she was afraid that she would know too much and reveal her knowledge when chatting with the emperor.
The devil knew that he only sent Daya to check it out because he thought the Third Prince's matter was important, but he got such a big shock.
However, her son just went there like that. Isn't he afraid that the dog emperor will become suspicious of him?
As everyone knows, talking about fatherly love with the Qing emperor would make the entire Forbidden City a laughing stock. Lingrong, do you remember that she hinted to Hongyao?
Lingrong touched her chin and decided to trust the high quality of her human son.
In short, the third prince was finally out. Whether he was adopted by Yunsi or Prince Heng made a huge difference to the third prince, but it made no difference to the queen.
By now, the news that the Third Prince had been stripped of his yellow belt should have reached the Queen's ears, right?
Lingrong stretched out her hand, and her scallion-white fingertips were stained with a light layer of gold powder, reflecting brilliant colors in the sunlight.
[Tong, is this guaranteed cure-all powder reliable?] Ling Rong said as she flipped her hand and a jade box suddenly appeared in her palm. When she opened it, she saw a box full of golden powder.
"Of course it's reliable. This stuff isn't scientifically proven. It claims to cure all diseases, but I fought a huge battle with the other officials to snatch this box. I'm giving it to you as a reward for your promotion to Imperial Concubine." N1 proudly placed her hands on her hips in her sea of consciousness, directing her:
[Whatever the disease, poison, or condition, the dosage will vary depending on the symptoms and the user's physical condition, but it will definitely cure it. With your body, even if you drank the entire bowl of poisonous porridge, you wouldn't need this much.]
Isn't this just in case? Although Wei Lin could even cure her with Hedinghong, if Meng Jingxian hadn't been giving birth, she might have survived. Wen Shichu would definitely have been no problem. But it's better to hold your own life in your own hands.
Lingrong said this, straightened her clothes, stood up and prepared to go to the banquet.
"The Emperor has arrived—"
Lingrong looked up suddenly, only to see the emperor and Hongyao walking in.
"Your Majesty, why are you here at this hour?" Ling Rong hurried forward to pay her respects. The Emperor extended his hand to help her up, his tone devoid of emotion. "The Empress cannot attend the banquet tonight, so naturally you should accompany me."
"Then there is no need for the emperor to make a special trip. The wind has been strong recently. I heard the emperor cough twice yesterday morning." Lingrong held the emperor's hand and felt it was still warm. She asked if he had sought treatment from the imperial physician. She also asked about the emperor's diet these days. It turned out that he acted as if he had not seen the child since Hongyao entered the room.
"Mother, you must feel sorry for your son too. Khan Ama has a sedan chair, but I walked all the way here." Hongyao was no longer the adult he was just now, and protested his mother's favoritism in a childish manner.
Lingrong then realized that she had been rambling a bit, and quickly stopped talking and smiled shyly. The emperor patted Lingrong's hand and turned to his son and said, "When you marry a concubine in the future, she will naturally care about you."
"Hongyao is still young, why is the emperor telling him all this?" Lingrong felt more and more embarrassed, and patted the emperor's bedside, and the two walked out hand in hand. When they reached the door, the emperor also touched her hand, and seeing that Lingrong was also going on foot, he hurriedly ordered the servants to prepare the sedan chair:
"You are the Imperial Noble Consort, your rank is equal to that of the Vice Empress. Besides, this is just a family dinner, so there is no need to be so rude."
Seeing Lingrong still trying to refuse, he could only command: "Go quickly, can your body withstand such weather?"
Lingrong finally gave up and reluctantly sat in the sedan chair, and went to the banquet place with the emperor, one in front and one behind.
The two walked in together, and the others had already arrived. Seeing the emperor and the imperial concubine enter the hall together, everyone had different expressions.
Ling Rong arrived at her seat, where the bowl of hot porridge had already been served. Almost as soon as she sat down, the chip in the bracelet popped up a red alarm, apparently detecting a substance that could harm the host.
Lingrong was certain in her heart that she wasn't afraid of her taking action, but she was afraid of her not taking action. It seemed that having a favorite concubine in this life still had an impact on Jianqiu.
She stirred the porridge in the bowl and listened to the emperor once again making subtle threats and feigning compromises with his brothers, waiting for the right opportunity.
Just as she was about to drink it while the emperor finished speaking, Hong Zhou, who was beside Zhen Huan, suddenly ran over and said, "I want the Imperial Noble Consort to feed me!"
The child not only spoke firmly, but also hugged her firmly.
"Hongzhou, come back soon!" Zhen Huan glared at her son and ordered someone to bring him over. Lingrong looked down at him, his face puffed up, his arms tightening around her, speechless. Aren't children said to be more sensitive? Why did they all like to cling to her when they were little?
Jinxi had come over by now, but Hongyao held Lingrong tightly, and Jinxi couldn't pull his hands away for a while.
At the prince's table, Hongyao's face darkened. Just as he was about to stand up and reprimand, he heard his mother say, "It's okay. Bring the porridge and I'll feed it to you."
If she doesn't agree, this little brat will strangle her waist.
Lingrong pinched Hongzhou's face in annoyance as a revenge. When the servants brought the porridge, Lingrong found that the bowl was also poisoned.
Wow, Jianqiu is really a talented person.
After looking at Hongzhou who was staring at her in a daze, Lingrong sighed, picked up Meng Jingxian's script, and tasted the porridge in Hongzhou's bowl.
"Eat it." Perhaps because she was in good health, she actually felt okay at the moment. She couldn't just keep not feeding the child. She was about to pretend to be soft-hearted and throw the porridge away when she heard the child's soft voice: "I, I want to eat this bowl -"
Lingrong looked down and saw that he was pointing at her bowl. She picked up the bowl and tested the temperature again. As expected, there was a reaction.
She followed her body's reaction, and a large amount of blood suddenly oozed out of her throat, and her stomach began to ache.
"What's going on?" Lingrong was only a table away from the emperor, so he noticed her immediately. Hongyao had already run to Lingrong's side, his eyes red.
"This, this seems to be caused by poisoning!" Concubine Jing's face was full of fear. This shout immediately caused everyone to think. Su Peisheng immediately ordered the imperial guards to protect the emperor, and several eunuchs carried Lingrong to the back hall.
Zhen Huan's hands and feet were cold, and she didn't know how she had arranged everything. When she came to her senses, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, with Ling Rong's pale face in front of her.
Zhen Huan glanced at Hong Yao, who was kneeling silently beside the bed, and helped Jin Xi to her feet. "Protect your mother well. I will not let the person behind this go unpunished."
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