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

Before Jiang Shiying arrived, Lu Zhaolin had already said once that all the courtiers did not need to stay here and went hunting individually. At that time, they refused one after another to show their loyalty.

Now that I heard him mention it again, and the meaning in his voice, it seemed that he was serious?

When they looked at Jiang Shiying, who was sitting next to Lu Zhaolin, they suddenly realized that His Majesty is accompanied by the Queen and the Queen. They think they are being loyal here, but in fact they are just annoying.

Instead of doing this, it is better to go hunting properly. If you can outsmart the others, you can show your face in front of His Majesty.

Thinking like this, everyone resigned from the imperial tent one after another.

I don't know whether everyone is trying to please them, or whether Ping An's riding and shooting practice has really not been in vain. In this day's hunting, Ping An actually came out on top.

At the bonfire party that night, many courtiers praised peace in front of Lu Zhaolin.

"His Royal Highness is a young and talented person."

"It's true that a tiger father has no dog son."

"In my opinion, His Highness the Crown Prince seems to be better than his predecessor."

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Lu Zhaolin listened to these kind words with a proud smile on his face.

He said "good" three times, ordered Yao Xingde to fetch a treasure bow, and handed it over to Ping An's hands.

"This is what I used when I was young. Now, I leave it to you. You have to make good use of it and don't let it down."

These words seemed to be talking about bows, but they also seemed to mean something else.

Ping An took it with both hands and bowed respectfully: "My son, I obey!"

Lu Zhaolin had a smile on his face and patted Ping An's shoulder hard with his right hand.

The bonfire reflected in his eyes, and Jiang Shiying keenly noticed that his smile did not seem to reach the bottom of his eyes.

at night.

Jiang Shiying turned over while half asleep and half awake. She habitually put her arm on the person next to her pillow, but unexpectedly, it was empty.

The hazy sleepiness disappeared instantly.

Jiang Shiying's eyelashes trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes. After gradually adapting to the darkness in the tent, she saw a figure sitting on a chair not far away, with his back to her.

She squinted her eyes and recognized Lu Zhaolin's figure.

The side of his body felt slightly cold, and he was afraid that he had been up for quite some time.

It's fine, why doesn't he sleep? Why are you sitting there?

Jiang Shiying's heart sank, and she subconsciously thought of the dark light flashing in Lu Zhaolin's eyes at tonight's bonfire party.

Ping An is only seventeen years old, is he already afraid of Ping An?

Did this fear only arise recently, or did it exist earlier, when Ping An first supervised the country?

Is it because of this fear that he has been delaying until now and still refuses to let Ping An choose the crown prince?

Jiang Shiying lay quietly on her side on the bed, looking at Lu Zhaolin's back, thinking a lot in her heart.

She thought of Prince Guangxi of the Hongwen Dynasty, who was established as a heir at an early age and was widely praised. However, at the age of twenty-five, he forced the palace to rebel and fell short of success. He was eventually deposed as a commoner by Emperor Hongwen and imprisoned for the rest of his life.

She also thought of Prince Zhuang Ding of the Ming and Wu dynasties, the eldest son of the Empress Yuan. He became the crown prince when he was just one month old. He was personally raised by Emperor Mingwu. He was highly praised when he was young, but he was almost a weakling. However, rumors began to spread that the prince was domineering both inside and outside the court. The rumors of arrogance caused both conflict and destruction, and eventually he committed suicide.

There was also Prince Xuankang of the Chengxiao Dynasty, who was fine, but for some unknown reason, he suddenly started practicing witchcraft. Then he was reported, and after he was deposed, he killed himself with a glass of poisonous wine.

Too much.

There were so many princes in history who could not successfully succeed to the throne that she almost lost count.

These people, without exception, do not have a good ending.

Will Ping An be the exception?

Jiang Shiying slowly closed her eyes.

She doesn't know how to gamble, and she doesn't dare to gamble.

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Two ten days later, the holy driver set off back to the palace.

I don't know if it was due to the travel, but less than two days after returning to the palace, Lu Zhaolin fell ill.

His illness was naturally handed over to the prince again in the previous dynasty.

This is not the first time that the prince has overseen the country, and the courtiers have adapted well.

What was slightly different was that Lu Zhaolin gave an additional instruction. If there was any important matter, the prince would have to come to Ganquan Palace to ask for his advice and not to make rash decisions.

When Jiang Shiying heard this, she didn't see anything unusual on the surface, but she knew in her heart that if she didn't want the situation to get worse, she had to take action earlier.

If His Majesty is the one who strikes first, then the two of them may not have much power to fight back.

Two days later, Fang Yuanshi went to Fengyi Palace to ask for safety.

Jiang Shi retreated from the screen.

"Fang Yuan Shi, I want you to tell the truth. How is His Majesty's health?"

Fang Yuanshi thought that she asked this question out of concern and worry: "Your Majesty's foundation is fine. He will be well after a while of cultivation. There is no need for the queen to worry."

Jiang Shiying sighed softly.

This is really an unsatisfactory answer.

She lowered her eyelids, lost in thought.

Ping An has been the crown prince for eleven years.

In the years after he was established as the crown prince, there were different voices in the previous dynasty. But no matter whether he was in front of him or behind him, Lu Zhaolin did his best to only recognize this one heir.

Even in the harem, she, the queen, is the only one in the family.

He is safe and up-to-date, and no one can find a single fault in his knowledge or work.

Gradually, the former dynasty also recognized them.

Who would have thought that it was Lu Zhaolin himself who first had the idea of ​​going back on his word?

The emperor, whose body was gradually declining, looked at the vigorous and prosperous prince. His eyes no longer seemed to be looking at his son, but as if he were looking at his enemy.

Lu Zhaolin has not lost his mind yet and knows how to hide something, but how can he hide it from Jiang Shiying, the person beside him?

Jiang Shiying sighed again.

Fortunately, during these years, she kept saying, "I will listen to you, I believe in Your Majesty," but she never relaxed in her heart.

The layout that needs to be done has been laid early.

Now, Azheng has become the commander of the imperial army. As long as the imperial army is there, there will be no chaos in the palace.

The Qiu siblings from the Western Suburbs Camp have long been subdued by her. With the Western Suburbs Camp here, there will be no chaos in the capital.

Everything is ready, it’s time to fan this most important east wind.

Thinking of this, she raised her eyes to look at Fang Yuanshi and asked for a dose of medicine.

When Fang Yuanshi heard her request, he was stunned for a while, and then he struggled to find his voice: "If you want-"

He didn't say the middle part, but only said the second part: "I can just do something with that person's medicine."

His first reaction was not that Jiang Shiying was treasonous, but that he wanted to do something for her regardless of his own life.

A smile appeared in Jiang Shiying's eyes, and she shook her head gently: "No, you prepare the medicine quietly and hand it to A-Yuan."

She had a plan in her mind, so she didn't have to risk the lives of Fang Yuan Shi's family.

Seeing her insistence, Fang Yuanshi had no choice but to nod.

Not long after Fang Yuanshi left, Yu Chengyi entered the hall with a serious face.

"Empress, Your Highness the Crown Prince was reprimanded by His Majesty in Ganquan Palace?"

"What?" Jiang Shiying almost broke the tea cup in her hand: "Tell me more carefully, what happened?"