I just like the Prime Minister

When the queen mother ordered, Song Yingluo couldn't say "no" even if there were 250 people who were not willing to say "no".

She had to secretly feel that Qin Guogong was indeed brilliant, and the queen mother was indeed wary of him, but the left one was "connected by blood" and the right one was "the cause of death of the empress Yuan", which forced the queen mother to a road that was not exactly the same as the first emperor.

Song Yingluo once heard Li Chengzuo sigh with emotion. His aunt is actually not a character suitable for the East Palace. She is definitely not as ruthless as Concubine Lin, and she is more tolerant than Yuan Empress. Her ruthlessness comes from the heart of self-preservation. , kindness is also an innate nature of a good background, the contradiction and entanglement between the two, on the contrary, made her involved in these specious confusions.

She may not be completely biased towards Duke Qin, but it can't prevent Duke Qin from grasping her most vulnerable selfishness-Li Chengzuo has neither established a middle palace nor heirs.

Song Yingluo was not sure how much the queen mother knew about the reason for not establishing a middle palace. She said she had no idea at all, but Song Yingluo didn't believe it at all. It was enough to make the queen mother feel like sitting on pins and needles.

There is no good end for the emperor without an heir - the former emperors either died under the skirts of the favorite concubines, or died in the muddy quagmire of the clan's scrambling; That's all in this world, but those bastards who climbed up are no different from the braided seniors, and the country perished within two years of tossing.

Song Yingluo thought about it from this angle, and felt that she could also understand the queen mother. After all, the queen mother treated Li Chengzuo pretty well, and she could be sighed for her pity for her parents.

The Empress Dowager kept her promise and made a decree that she would go out the next day.

Song Yingluo had no choice but to rush to Xuantian Temple with a mighty team early the next morning.

The imperial concubine can't be too high-key when traveling, but since she is picking up the future queen, she can't be too low-key.On the loess pad of Jingshuipo Street, the Royal Forest Army opened the way in front, and the ten-mile guard of honor followed behind.

Song Yingluo was careful in handling things. In this extraordinary period, even though the shadow guards were busy with their hands and feet, they still carefully selected a team, which were arranged on the left and right, and were responsible for guarding her when she went out of the palace.

The people in Beijing didn't know which nobleman was traveling, but this exaggerated posture was not lively every day, so they had already seen the excitement and blocked the road without thinking it was a big deal.Song Yingluo didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this, and she didn't dare to show her head. She also ordered the Imperial Forest Army not to disturb the people when they opened the way. Because of this, when they arrived at Xuantian Temple, it was an hour later than expected.

Xuantian Temple is the national religion. When Taoist Master Zixu was in Beijing, as the mascot of Dayu, he would always stick here to pray for the world as a dignified lord. The old beggar couldn't help but feel that everything has a good fortune - who would have thought that the cheating old man would have the luck he is today, and who would have thought that the young disciple brought by the unreliable old man at that time would be the current emperor.

When Song Yingluo thought of Li Chengzuo, she felt inexplicable. That year when the world met, she was a girl who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth. Li Chengzuo was a young man who grew up in Beijing and didn't know the dangers of the world. At that time, there was actually an episode at the birthday banquet of the head of Huashan .

At that time, all the sects respected the five mountains, and the head of Mount Hua had a birthday banquet, and the other four schools of the five mountains all sent envoys to celebrate their birthdays. Among them, the one sent by Mount Song was said to be the head disciple.In fact, Song Yingluo had already forgotten the appearance of the first disciple of Songshan Mountain. She only remembered that this person was eight feet long and three feet wide, and his back and waist could not describe the strength of this senior brother. At first glance, I thought that the Songshan School sent the boards blocking the mountain gate to celebrate the birthday.

However, Song Yingluo felt that although this elder brother was ugly, he still thought of it as beautiful—this elder elder fell in love with Miss Song Yingluo who was as beautiful as Lu Zhishen the day before the birthday banquet. Just in the name of striking up a conversation, it's a real act of robbing people.

No one in the room dared to offend Songshan, even if he could afford to offend Songshan, no one would be willing to provoke this elder brother—after all, with his body that can resist a thousand pieces of gold, let alone a hand-to-hand confrontation, it would be easy to take a shot. It can make a meatloaf.

Song Yingluo is not a vegetarian herself. Behind him is Shimen, and she cannot cause trouble for Shimen, but it doesn't mean she won't play tricks in secret. When laxatives were disguised as a female ghost and knocked on his door in the middle of the night, Li Chengzuo, who was sitting at the next table, threw a wine glass at this stupid and clumsy Songshan School senior brother, and directly smashed the grandson to the ground.

Everyone in Songshan shouted and cursed, looking around for "which idiot stabbed someone in the back".His Majesty the Emperor picked up a chopsticks dish from the adjacent table, and brought it to his mouth freely and gracefully, his peach blossom eyes slightly raised, looked back at the group of wine bags and rice bags with a smile, and said, "hands are slippery".

His majesty the emperor of the past was handsome and handsome, looking back with a half-smile, as if the whole world was in my hands.

Song Yingluo recalled the appearance of the emperor back then, and felt that he was so handsome that she could kneel down to him.

To this day, she is still willing to support Li Chengzuo, an outright bastard emperor. The root cause may lie in his unscrupulous help back then.

According to the normal development, this should be a love story of a gifted man and a beautiful woman. However, Song Yingluo was very late to understand this, and Li Chengzuo had a heart to belong to early on. Now the two of them are truly inseparable under the name of the emperor and the imperial concubine. It's also a trick of good fortune.

Xuantian Temple towers above the capital, as if it wants all voices to reach the sky.

Song Yingluo walked through the high-level steps silently, and only then did she think about where she was. It was not until today that she suddenly felt a little dumbfounded from the past, and she hurriedly recalled the troubled past, and was about to make fun of the two In a word, looking back, everywhere you look, there are guards and palace people with solemn expressions.

Song Yingluo felt a pain in her heart, and her eyes, which were originally as bright as the morning sun, instantly dimmed.

That's right, Li Chengzuo's whereabouts are unknown, and her life and death are uncertain. The predicament in front of her is one after another, but there is no emperor who has descended from the sky to throw a cup to protect her from the extremely dangerous road ahead.

The palace people around her all knew why she came here, they only thought that her momentary change of mood was because of the worry of the King's Sangong and Sixth Courtyard, inexplicably responding to this scene.

Song Yingluo took a deep breath, held her head high, and was welcomed into the apse by the people in Xuantian Temple.

The "future empress" who was favored by the queen mother is retreating in the apse. Even at this time, she is still in retreat and refuses to come out until the time comes.

Song Yingluo, the daughter of Princess An's family, had met several times in the early years, but her temper was not compatible with all the ladies in Beijing. Not to mention no close friends in the boudoir, even talking was hard to get along with, so she had long forgotten the princess' daughter Whether it is round or flat, I wanted to take this opportunity to have a glimpse of the real elegant demeanor of everyone, but I didn't want to come here in such a grand manner, but in fact I only received a soft sedan chair.

Song Yingluo was dressed in a splendid attire, staring at the plain-looking sedan chair, and remained silent for a while.

She looked around the sedan chair back and forth, but she couldn't see why. She raised her head to look at the sun, and she couldn't help but get involved in a lawsuit—she was entangled in trivial matters, and she was involved in the mess in Jiangnan. There was no longer any delay.

"Miss." Song Yingluo tentatively called out to the sedan chair, "The concubine is appointed as the Empress Dowager, please enter the palace to pray for Dayu. It's getting late, shouldn't it be time to start?"

The sedan chair didn't respond.

Song Yingluo scratched her head impatiently, and her heart began to feel irritable—she was really not sure whether this young lady kept silent because she prayed too piously, or whether she followed the Queen Mother's bad habit of acting out of tune in the palace. Prepare to show her off.

After Song Yingluo asked, she waited for a while, but she didn't wait for any answer, and finally got mad, and raised the curtain of the soft sedan... But before she could finish lifting, there was a scream that pierced the sky behind her.

Song Yingluo said in her heart that I am still a noble concubine, what the hell are you calling? You don't pay attention to me too much. When she turned her head sharply, she saw the maids behind them covering their chests in horror and pointing to the ground with one hand. Shouting "Blood! Blood!"

Song Yingluo paused in her heart, bowed her head, her heart became cold, and blood was gurgling from the bottom of the sedan chair!

Song Yingluo was startled, and immediately opened the car curtain completely, seeing the young lady with a dagger stuck in her chest, blood flowing all the way down her chest, she was already dead for a long time!

Seeing the dead man suddenly, the palace people behind him are already in a mess.

Song Yingluo was angry from her heart, with all kinds of complicated thoughts running in her head, she took several deep breaths before forcing herself to calm down, and turned her head and shouted: "What's the matter! Who is the teacher of Xuantian Temple now! Ask him to come out and see I!"

However, before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by a middle-aged woman in full dress.

"Mingyue!" The middle-aged woman came from the door, and when she saw the bloody scene, she rushed over desperately.

Song Yingluo was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that this was Princess An!And the bright moon in her mouth, presumably, is the "future queen" in the sedan chair.

However, this queen is destined to miss her.

Song Yingluo stood there watching Princess An's howling, she couldn't help being moved, stepped forward to give her a hand, and said in a low voice, "Princess's condolences... this matter is strange, I will immediately investigate and find the real culprit to avenge Miss ..."

However, before she finished speaking, she was thrown away by Princess An.

"It's you!" Princess Anguo's eyes were red, and the tiara and bright makeup in full dress were torn apart by crying marks, "My daughter will soon be crowned empress, and someone has reminded me to be careful of you poisonous woman! Unexpectedly! You dare to make a move in front of everyone!"

Song Yingluo was bewildered by her sudden accusation, and before she could recover, one of the court ladies who didn't know the rules behind her knelt down in panic.

"Princess forgive me! Princess forgive me!" the palace man cried, "My noble concubine was just bewitched into believing in the art of aversion to victory. Originally, she just wanted to make the young lady feel unwell, and didn't intend to put her to death!"

Song Yingluo turned her head in horror, and suddenly found that the crying palace man turned out to be the most familiar face around her!