LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

Wang Fu lowered his eyes and stepped forward to report the news.

Obviously, that noble concubine couldn't sit still.

From Wang Fu's point of view, this lady's eating was a bit too ugly.

Just as the order to bring the second prince out came, you came to Chaohuang Palace. Doesn't this make your purpose clear?

As the Chief Steward of Qianlong Palace, Wang Fu is far from being as kind as he has shown.

In the early years, the imperial concubine was still very cautious, but the favor of these years had raised her heart.

Although the imperial concubine herself may not be aware of it, but those who are watching below are very clear about it.

However, this has nothing to do with Wang Fu.

As long as His Majesty still likes the noble concubine, the status of the noble concubine cannot be shaken.

Then he, Wang Fu, just called her the imperial concubine empress in a kind and respectful manner all day long.

"Is the concubine uncomfortable?"

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Emperor Xian De frowned.

He put down the pen in his hand, he didn't care about what he said before, and hurried to Chaohuang Palace.

Without saying a word, Wang Fu followed Emperor Xiande, and secretly sighed in his heart: It is indeed a skill to make His Majesty care so much.

"Your Majesty, my concubine asked them not to tell you..." The concubine, who was dressed in plain white clothes, showed her figure even more charming and elegant, her complexion was slightly red, and she seemed a little embarrassed.

The beauty's face was like a lotus flower, and she hung her head so shyly, very few men could harden their hearts.

Emperor Xian De helped her to sit down with his own hands, and made a serious face on purpose: "Your body is the most important thing, Mudan, I think, you, a palace servant, should be rewarded properly!"

"..."

Zhong Qing, who happened to see this scene in the imperial concubine's palace on a whim, was speechless.

Unexpectedly, the nickname of that famous imperial concubine is Mudan.

She groaned inwardly, looked back at Yan Yue who was reciting the Art of War one by one, and continued to "look".

"There is nothing serious about Chen Qie, but when I saw Bi'er today, I suddenly remembered the child Chen Qie had no relationship with before..."

The imperial concubine obviously expressed her sadness, and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks: "If the child of my concubine is still there, how good would it be?"

Emperor Xiande's face also paled when he heard this.

Of course he knew how the child disappeared.

Speaking of it, it has something to do with the first queen, but in the final analysis, I don't blame the first queen for anything.

But since the imperial concubine mentioned this, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Emperor Xian De lowered his head, just in time for the other party's hanging slender neck.

The skin was as delicate and lustrous as gelatin, revealing an elegant yet fragile curvature.

In the past, most of the concubines were from the Ming Dynasty, and it was rare for them to be so weak and helpless.

Emperor Xiande's heart moved, his thoughts had already gone to other places.

He held the imperial concubine's hand with his other hand, and said softly, "Peony don't need to be sad, we have Bi'er now, if you want, we can have another one..."

The following words slowly fell down, and the thin curtain hung down, covering the hazy and ups and downs of the figure below.

Zhong Ai's spiritual consciousness withdrew, her face was a little red.

She didn't expect those two people to go to bed after talking, it was just...

She couldn't describe it.

Looking sideways at Yan Yue again, she felt a little worried: It seems that this noble concubine is even more difficult than she imagined.