"It's too cold outside, Yun Qing won't bother the concubine, Yun Qing will retire first."

Jiang Yunqing bowed respectfully, and then got up to leave.

After Jiang Yunqing left, Mama Yue looked at her back in the plum garden and whispered: "Concubine Niangniang, why do you want to get involved in their matter, if Your Majesty knows that you are good friends with Jiang Yunqing, there will be another trouble at that time." ”

Concubine Lu leaned lazily on the railing, her face was obviously old, but there was more charm in her eyes.

"Even if the mourning family doesn't help her, it's still beckoning, look at the individuals below, I can't wait for a pair of tricks to fall on the mourning family."

She glanced at the palace daughters and eunuchs who were guarding under the moon platform, and saw them looking up from time to time, and when she saw her looking over there, they all hurriedly hung their heads and looked respectful.

Concubine Lu sneered in her mouth, looking at the group of people who looked like shrunken turtles, and some inexplicable laughter came out of her mouth.

Mama Yue's eyes are also a little more gloomy, and since they returned to the palace, they have been monitored everywhere.

The queen mother's, the emperor's, almost never less.

Almost every move of their master and servant is spied on from time to time, if it weren't for the fact that the emperor also left some foundation for the concubine, the emperor also had scruples in his heart, and wanted to use the concubine to contain the queen mother, otherwise they would be unable to move an inch in the palace.

Mama Yue said in a low voice: "Since you know that someone is watching, you shouldn't protect Jiang Yunqing like this and stand out for her."

"It's not her who is mourning her family."

When Concubine Lu raised her eyes, she looked at the thin cocoons on her fingertips, and her voice was a little colder:

"Not long after the mourning family returned to the palace, and they didn't enjoy this good day for a few days, they rushed to die one by one."

"Do you think Jiang Yunqing is really so easy to bully?"

"Let's not talk about whether the Queen Mother will be killed directly by her if she really tears her face with the Queen Mother, let's just say that the little rabbit cub of the Jun family, he has lived for more than 20 years and rarely has a relationship, if the Queen Mother really wants to do something to Jiang Yunqing, then the rabbit cub can directly turn his face with the royal family."

"When the time comes, the army will overwhelm the border, the Meng family will rebel, and the entire capital will be bloody."

Concubine Lu's eyes are less lazy and tired, and more ruthless:

"No matter how much trouble they make, no matter who will be the emperor, but the world of this Dayan can't be chaotic."

"The mourning family will never allow anyone to ruin Qingrong's country!"

Mama Yue listened to Concubine Lu's words and opened her lips.

Qingrong is the word of the Emperor, it is the word that the master of the Emperor once took for him, only the closest people know, since the Emperor Taishang ascended the throne, no one will call him so, everyone will only call him Your Majesty, call him the emperor, and regard him as the lord of the ninety-five, the lord of the world.

Only Concubine Lu only called him "Qingrong" from the beginning.

Qingshan is righteous and vigorous, and it seems that he is charming for my return.

Mama Yue has been with Concubine Lu for too long, from the time she was a girl for the first time, to the vicissitudes of life when she left the palace, she knew everything about her.

Mama Yue looked at Concubine Lu's side face, and the words that she originally wanted to persuade choked in her throat, and finally could only turn into a light sigh.

It's just an infatuated person.

And Concubine Lu didn't seem to know the complexity in Mama Yue's heart at all, she just lowered her eyes, reached out and held her palm outside the bar, as if she was grasping something, but when she finally opened her fingers, there was a void in her palm, leaving nothing