The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Is anyone there? Suddenly there was a door call from outside.

Here we come! Kong Wenjie went to open the door in a hurry, looked at Chen Qingxuan standing outside, and clasped his fists in a hurry and said, Mr. Chen, long time no see!

Guard Kong, why are you here? Chen Qingxuan looked surprised, apparently he did not expect to see Kong Wenjie here.

Oh, isn't it all right? I'm bored, so I came here to visit Master and Madam. Kong Wenjie laughed, and then changed the subject in a hurry, Mr. Chen, is there anything you want to do here?

Oh, I'll bring some garlic, Chen Qingxuan hurriedly pointed to the donkey cart behind him, It's just dug out from the ground, it's fresh, grandma asked me to bring it to make sweet garlic for my grandfather and wife.

Then, I thank you and Grandma Chen on behalf of the Lord and Madam. At that moment, Kong Wenjie hurried forward, unloaded the garlic from the donkey cart and carried it into the courtyard, while turning back to look at it with a surprised expression. Chen Qingxuan, Mr. Chen, do you want me to go to the backyard to report to the Lord and Madam?

No need, I have something else to do, so don't bother me. Chen Qingxuan waved his hand, and then got into the donkey cart.

Go, Mr. Chen! Kong Wenjie also waved his hand and closed the door.

Chen Qingxuan looked back at the two closed doors, no matter how he looked at it, he felt strange. He knew who Kong Wenmin and Kong Wenjie were. You are being polite, after all, he is from the capital, but now Kong Wenjie appeared in Nanshan Bieyuan, talking to come and go, but the way he looked at Kong Wenjie, it was obvious that he regarded Zhong Mingwei and Meiya as his masters .

What happened for a while?

While driving the donkey cart, Chen Qingxuan couldn't help but look back at Nanshan Bieyuan, unable to figure it out, then shook his head and turned around, driving back in the donkey cart.

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The tenth day of July in the 33rd year of Jiasheng

Royal study.

Zhong Zhiheng looked impatiently at the imperial concubine Zhao who was kneeling on the ground chattering, waved his hands, and cut off Zhao's words: Don't talk about the other things that are useless, let's talk about why Concubine Hui suddenly has more than one abdominal pain ? What have you found these days?

On that day, Concubine Hui suddenly suffered from abdominal pain, and she was about to faint. Fortunately, Qin Lv arrived in time, gave Concubine Hui an injection, and took some decoction. It took a few days to save the dragon seed in her stomach, and her health improved, but Concubine Hui was frightened, she was haunted by nightmares for several days, she looked so thin and thin, she was very pitiful.

On that day, Zhong Zhiheng asked Concubine Hui the cause of her illness on the spot. Qin Lv asked Concubine Hui's diet in recent days, and there was nothing abnormal. The tray of persimmon cakes turned pale in shock, and after asking Concubine Hui, she learned that Concubine Hui ate a few more pieces of persimmon cakes during the day. Pregnant, the Imperial Dining Room is naturally cautious, so why would it send persimmon cakes to Changchun Palace? For a while, no one said anything, but everyone knew that this might be another empress's wrong idea.

Zhong Zhiheng was furious and asked the imperial concubine Zhao to thoroughly investigate the matter, and Zhao immediately took orders, and she came to the imperial study today to report the matter.

Long Live Lord, my concubine has found out about Concubine Hui eating persimmon cake by mistake and took it over, Zhao said in a hurry, looking at Zhong Zhiheng's heavy complexion, she said with a look of embarrassment, Concubine one At the beginning, I had no idea, there must be dozens or hundreds of slaves entering and leaving the imperial dining room every day, so I had to bite the bullet and use a stupid method to gather all the palace people who entered and exited the imperial dining room on July 7th. The palace people testified, and finally found that a total of ten people had touched the persimmon cake, and the concubine continued to trace the whereabouts of the persimmon cake, and nine persimmon cakes were all missing. The plate of persimmon cakes did not fall, that Cuiqing insisted that she ate it herself, but the concubine thought it was strange.

Tell me, what's wrong? Zhong Zhiheng said with a serious face.

Long live Master Mingjian, there is such a large plate of persimmon cakes, a total of eighteen yuan, how can a thin palace lady like Cuiqing eat all of them in one day? Zhao asked hurriedly.