Rebirth: The imperial concubine is no longer jealous, and the emperor panics

Shen Yao rolled her eyes and asked, "Did Eunuch Dafu really pass by?"

Wang Dafu pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

He didn't dare to say that it was Lu Lingchuan who asked him to ambush the imperial concubine at night in Changxin Palace.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, my servant. I'll leave now!"

Wang Dafu turned around and ran away.

"Xiao Xizi, come quickly and send your master off!" Shen Yao deliberately called out to make him lose face.

Xiao Xizi sent Wang Dafu out of the hanging flower gate of Changxin Palace when he was hit hard on the head, "You bastard, you are living a more prosperous life now than your master!"

Wang Dafu returned to Xingning Palace, and everything in the emperor's bedroom was silent. The palace people stood quietly everywhere. Although they were doing their duty, their faces were as expressionless as clay sculptures and wood carvings.

Only in the south study room, the bright candlelight shines through the window lattice, copying the shadow of the young emperor holding a red pen and indulging in political affairs.

He walked in, and sure enough, Lu Lingchuan was immersed in reviewing the notes.

Wang Dafu said distressedly, "Your Majesty, it's time to rest."

Seeing that the emperor turned a deaf ear, he had no choice but to add more hot water to the Golden Dragon tea cup.

"How is the investigation in Changxin Palace?"

Lu Lingchuan put away his pen, closed the memorial, and then raised his head and glanced at Wang Dafu.

"Everything is fine there."

Wang Dafu replied cautiously.

Lu Lingchuan opened another memorial and said firmly, "I don't believe it. Then Shen Yao is so arrogant, why doesn't he have any complaints against me?"

Wang Dafu stroked his forehead and was speechless for a long time.

The emperor has gone completely crazy.

He actually ordered him to sneak into Changxin Palace to spy on the imperial concubine.

He also said that as long as he heard a word of complaint, disobedience, or yearning for spring from the imperial concubine's mouth, all the palace officials around her would be immediately arrested and punished.

Wang Dafu lay in the grass for several hours, from dark to dark.

I only saw a group of people in the Changxin Palace who were living happily without fighting against the world.

No evidence of guilt was found, but he suffered enough.

Hiding in the dark, amidst the smell of barbecue filling the yard, Wang Dafu choked back his stinky sweat, attracting mosquito bites all over his body.

He truthfully replied to the emperor, "Your Majesty, the imperial concubine has indeed never said or done anything inappropriate."

Lu Lingchuan didn't believe it and interrupted him harshly, "Don't speak for the noble concubine. If you are unwilling to expose her, I have many ways to make the palace officials there speak up."

Wang Dafu understood that the only way to make people talk was to use torture.

But once the punishment is imposed, it will inevitably lead to defeat.

At this time, the emperor's eyes seemed calm, but in fact there was an undercurrent.

Wang Dafu cursed in his heart, His Majesty is too stingy now, why did he go to all the trouble to find evidence of the imperial concubine's crime?

Although he was trembling, he couldn't help but ask the emperor,

"Then if it is found that the imperial concubine is really guilty, how will your Majesty punish her?"

Lu Lingchuan smiled coldly and twitched the corner of his mouth, "If the noble concubine dares to betray me, then I will gouge out her heart, burn her to ashes, and put the ashes in this sachet."

When Wang Dafu heard this, his legs became weak.

He groaned and knelt down beside the emperor, "I swear on this head that your Majesty is innocent!"

After he finished speaking, he knelt on the ground and waited for the emperor to speak.

Lu Lingchuan turned a blind eye to Wang Dafu's determination to die.

He gently stroked the mandarin duck purse that Shen Yao had embroidered for him in the past.

The slender hand rested on the place where the mandarin ducks crossed their necks for a long time.

After so many years, the pair of mandarin ducks, although their feathers are messy and their eyes are more white than black, are still entwined and holding each other.

During the confrontation on that rainy night, Lu Lingchuan ripped off his purse in anger and smashed it against Shen Yao. But afterwards, he silently picked it back up.

Then in the morning light every day, I put this purse close to my heart before falling asleep.

Lu Lingchuan put his wallet in his right pocket and kicked Wang Dafu in the butt.

Then he turned his back and silently clenched his fists.

He closed his eyes in despair, "Tell me, what wild man was she thinking about in Changxin Palace, and what transgressive words was she talking about!"

Waiting for the next second, Wang Dafu's words will make him delayed.

"Your Majesty, the imperial concubine is in Changxin Palace, she, she,..."

Wang Dafu muttered, not finishing his words for a long time.

He knew that without the emperor, the imperial concubine still lived happily and wantonly, which meant that she did not take the emperor into her heart.

Lu Lingchuan's violent voice came, "Slave dog, if you don't say anything, I'm going to get angry."

Knowing that the emperor was not joking with him, Wang Dafu had no choice but to tell everything he saw in Changxin Palace tonight.

"The empress is in Changxin Palace, grilling meat, reading story books, and playing shadow puppets. She is living a very happy and comfortable life."

She just hid the words that Shen Yao felt that Lu Lingchuan was not good enough.

Wang Dafu thought thoughtfully, His Majesty is already sad enough, how sad it would be to know that he is still rejected by the imperial concubine.

Lu Lingchuan fell silent when he heard that Shen Yao was living a happy and comfortable life.

The childhood sweethearts know each other affectionately, the young couple's love is unquestionable, but now that autumn has not come, they are all withered like the yellow leaves on the trees.

Little by little, loss, sadness, and loneliness filled his deep eyes.

"Bring me a cup of tea!"

Lu Lingchuan lowered his eyes and opened the memorial again.

Wang Dafu obeyed and brought a cup of tea.

He knew that the emperor would have no sleep tonight without strong tea.

The one who needs strong tea to refresh himself is him, the chief steward.

It wasn't until dawn that Lu Lingchuan finally fell asleep when a hint of crab shell green appeared on the horizon.

Wang Dafu was standing by the dragon bed, holding Buddha Chen in his arms and dozing off.

"Dafu! Wang Dafu, you dog slave, where have you been?"

In a daze, he heard the emperor's voice calling him.

In a vast white snowfield, Lu Lingchuan walked aimlessly.

After walking for a long time, he was tired, and then he called out to Wang Dafu.

Out of nowhere, a young eunuch in green clothes appeared. He raised his voice and said to Lu Lingchuan, "Your Majesty, Eunuch Dafu passed away ten years ago."

"Presumptuous!" Lu Lingchuan scolded, "You are talking nonsense, he was making tea for me just now!"

"I don't dare to tell lies. Your Majesty personally gave the order to bury Eunuch Dafu's bones in the East Palace."

"Haha, how is it possible? The eunuch has a special Zhongguancun. How could he be buried in the East Palace?"

Lu Lingchuan said happily, "Wang Dafu died ten years ago? Then tell me, how did he die?"

The little eunuch returned seriously and said, "Eunuch Dafu got old and his legs and feet became weak. It was cold. He went to get the dragon robe for His Majesty. He accidentally fell to his death in the snow."

Lu Lingchuan said, "Then he doesn't count as falling to death, he can only count as dying of old age.

He asked again, "Since Dafu died ten years ago, what year is it now?"

The young eunuch in green clothes replied, "Your Majesty, it is now the fifty-first year of Xihe."

Xihe fifty-one years?

Then he himself is also in his old age.

Lu Lingchuan stretched out his old wrinkled hands, looked at them, and then touched his saggy face. The cold wind blew in the snow, blowing a strand of white hair hanging down from his temples.

Lu Lingchuan asked the young eunuch in Qingyi again, "What about the Queen Mother?"

The young eunuch knelt down and kowtowed, "The Queen Mother passed away eight years ago."

A burst of sadness came to Lu Lingchuan's heart. He was old and his mother was long gone.

"Forget it, I won't go and feel sad in the heavy snow. You can lead me to find the imperial concubine."

The little eunuch led Lu Lingchuan through twists and turns, all the way through the palace palace with red eaves and white snow.

It turned out that we had arrived at Xingning Palace.

The albizia tree loses all its leaves in winter.

The little eunuch pointed at the mound covered with snow under the albizia tree, "Here, Your Majesty, the noble concubine is here!"