The rebirth of a concubine: Gong Du will become the Queen Mother

The third prince felt a little bored. He really wanted to be a good brother. Concubine Fang said this as if he was taking care of his brothers not out of his own heart, but for something else.

Thinking like this, he felt uncomfortable all over when he stayed with Concubine Fang, so he stood up and said, "My son hasn't finished the homework assigned by the gentlemen, so I won't stay with Concubine Fang any longer."

Concubine Fang sent Ciye to send him back.

After Ciye came back, he brought back some fresh news.

"I heard that Your Majesty and the Imperial Concubine were fishing at the Pavilion in the middle of the lake, and they happened to meet Zhou Guiren."

"Oh?"

"It is said that Zhou Guiren is dressed very exquisitely and beautifully, which makes me feel pity for her. What a pity, His Majesty sent her away without even looking at her."

Zhou Guiren's "accidental encounter" today was just the beginning.

For more than a month after that, the garden was very lively.

Among the old people, Concubine Zhen, Concubine Yi, Concubine Lan, and among the newlyweds, Song Cairen, Zhou Guiren, Yue Baolin, etc., all of them were unwilling to be left alone and tried their best to win favor.

Today you go to Mingguang Hall to deliver snacks, and tomorrow I will play the piano and dance in the garden.

It's a pity that when Lu Zhaolin passed through these thousands of flowers, he actually didn't feel like a leaf was touching him. Either rest alone in Mingguang Hall, or accompany Jiang Shiying in Xiangying Juli.

August has entered in a blink of an eye.

A few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Jiang Shiying's pregnancy turned three months old. Fang Yuan gave the right answer and said that she was a princess in her belly.

Jiang Shiying herself did not feel disappointed, nor did she deliberately ask anyone to hide the matter.

Concubine Fang and Ning Xiurong spent some effort to find out this news, and then they both breathed a sigh of relief.

That night, when Lu Zhaolin came to Xiangying Residence, he handed a brochure to Jiang Shiying.

"What is this?" Jiang Shiying took the thing and asked curiously.

Lu Zhaolin said: "Open it and take a look."

Jiang Shiying opened the book and read out softly: "He Jingtong, the eldest grandson of Taifu He, is six years old. He is intelligent by nature and has a stable temperament. His father is the third-grade household minister, and his mother is the princess of Taining County. She was born in Prince Xin's palace.

Geng Yi, the eldest grandson of Duke An Guo, is six years old. He is naturally intelligent and lively. His father is a high-ranking Duke of An Guo and serves as a servant in the family, and his mother is born in a powerful Houfu.

Qiao Feihan, the eldest grandson of General Wuding, was five years old. He was born with great strength and a simple and honest temperament. His father was appointed as the Protector of the Third Rank of Zheng and his mother was born in General Yunchuan Mansion.

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In this booklet, all the children recorded are around five or six years old? "

While talking, Jiang Shiying raised her eyes and looked at Lu Zhaolin. The second half of the sentence hidden in his mouth is that these children are all the eldest sons and legitimate grandchildren!

For any family, the significance of the eldest son and grandson is unique.

Lu Zhaolin nodded: "In two days, let the mothers of these children take them into the garden, and you can see them one by one."

Jiang Shiying already had a clear understanding in her heart, but she pretended to be puzzled: "Look at each one? Is this your Majesty's plan?"

Lu Zhaolin said: "You choose two children from among them to be our companions."

"Reading companion?" Jiang Shiying was surprised: "Hasn't Ping An's companion reading already been selected?"

Lu Zhaolin said: "After thinking about it, I feel that those two are not very suitable."

Jiang Shiying smiled and leaned into his arms: "Then I will listen to your majesty. In two days, I will hold a small banquet and invite them all in."

Halfway through, she sat up straight: "Ah Ying thought, since we are choosing a reading partner for Ping An, we might as well let him take a look and choose two that are compatible with him. How about your majesty?"

Lu Zhaolin nodded: "I think this is great."

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The small banquet is held three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

To this day, who doesn’t know the status of the Imperial Concubine in His Majesty’s heart? It was the ladies who came to the banquet before. No matter what they were thinking in their hearts, their facial expressions were very warm.

As for the children who came to the banquet, Jiang Shiying only said: "I am afraid that the children will feel restrained in our presence. I have arranged for Ping An to be the little host to entertain all the young gentlemen."

Naturally, the ladies expressed their good wishes one after another, and one or two of them were particularly flattering, saying that it was a good time for their little monkey to learn from the Eighth Prince. If you learn one or two points of the Eighth Prince's demeanor, you will be able to benefit from it endlessly.

In the lively atmosphere, there was a lady who seemed particularly quiet. Jiang Shiying looked at it from the beginning and saw it very clearly.

"What's wrong with General Mighty's wife? She looks a little bad?"

After the words fell, everyone in the palace looked towards Qiu, the wife of the mighty general.

Qiu Shixu was stuck in her own thoughts, but the maid behind her gently pushed her and she came back to her senses.

Then, she hurriedly stood up and saluted: "I have disgraced myself, please forgive me."

Jiang Shiying had a smile on her face and looked very amiable and cute: "It's okay. Madam, is she unwell? I see that Madam doesn't look very good."

Mrs. Qiu lowered her head and said, "Maybe it's because I didn't get a good rest last night, and Lady Lao is worried about me."

"That's good." Jiang Shiying nodded slightly, and then joked: "It is said that the madam and the mighty general have a deep love. If the madam walks out of this palace with a pale face, I am afraid that the mighty general will be in a hurry to see your majesty. Go there and file a complaint against me."

Mrs. Qiu forced a smile and said, "I'm just kidding."

The rest of the ladies in the palace were either joking or agreeing, but at the same time, they were secretly complaining in their hearts that the imperial concubine had been living in the palace for a long time, and the news outside was not very well informed.

What kind of love is deep? That's a thing of the past.

Everyone in the capital didn't know that General Mighty had a beautiful concubine a few months ago. Because of this concubine, there would be riots in the general's mansion from time to time.

Qiu's expression was probably not because she didn't sleep well last night, but probably because the concubine had caused some trouble again.

At the beginning of Shenshi, the small banquet was over.

Jiang Shiying is pregnant and is not as energetic as before. So I went back to the dormitory to take a nap for a while. After I woke up, I summoned Ping An.

"My son, I have met my mother and concubine." Ping An saluted in a decent manner.

Jiang Shiying stretched out her hand to pull him over, held him in her arms, and nodded his nose: "Why are you pretending to be a grown-up when you are here, mother-in-law?"

Ping An was a little embarrassed, but he still yearned for his mother's embrace. After twisting twice, he leaned against her obediently.

"My mother-in-law has told you before that this little banquet today is to choose a reading companion for you. Do you have any favorites?"

Ping An thought for a moment and said: "My son is thinking that it would be best to have two reading companions, one in literature and one in martial arts."

Jiang Shiying nodded.

Ping An continued: "Wen Mo, my son wants to choose from He Jingtong and Si Yutang. Wu Mo, my son prefers Qiao Feihan and Ding Lingqi."

He mentioned four names, but Jiang Shiying's attention was all on the last one.