The Dishonest Son and The ‘Ghost’ Doctor Mother

  The two guards outside glanced at each other. They heard that it was about the poison on the emperor's body, so naturally they did not dare to slack in the slightest.

  Dang even if he went to report to the emperor, the emperor hesitated for a moment, but he still sent someone to repair the palace to pass Yuqing into the palace.

  Yu Qingluo was a little surprised, the emperor’s poison, in her opinion, would not change anymore, and there was nothing to say.

  Wan Fei is looking for herself, I am afraid there is something else.

  Yu Qingluo packed up, and then rode into the palace in a carriage. It's just that when she entered the Yingshui Palace, she brought Nan Nan with him.

Nan Nan originally didn't want to go. He heard that there is one of the most important finals today. He wants to go and watch it. After all, if you miss it, there will be no chance.

   But my mother said that it is an important task for him to follow into the palace this time. Nan Nan feels that he has a great responsibility, so he followed in.

  But...

  Who will tell him to prevent Mao from entering the house?

  Who will tell him, because Mao wants him to lie on the eaves where his mother and Concubine Wan are talking?

  Who will tell him that it is still raining on the roof. Although the rain is much smaller, it can't hit him, but it's uncomfortable. Because there is no one in Mao's body to stick his delicate small arms and legs?

  Nan Nan is very sad, but still can only press his lips, behave for the mother... to let the wind go.

  The guard opened the door and walked in to meet Yu Qingluo.

  Wan Fei sat on a chair with a book in her hand, graceful and demure, as usual, without the panic and helplessness of prisoners.

  Yu Qingluo gave the guard a small ingot and confessed to him, "You are on guard outside, don't let anyone in."

  The guard looked at Wan Fei, then looked at her again, and finally retired from the door respectfully.

The door of the Yingshui Palace was opened and closed again, the oblique wind and drizzle were blocked from the door, and only the tiny drops of rain fell from the roof.

  Yu Qingluo sat down opposite Wan Fei freely, Wan Fei smiled and pushed the cup of tea in front of her to her hand.

   "I have nothing to do in this palace. I like to read books and write lyrics. I also like to make tea. The taste is so sweet that even the emperor can't praise it. Young girl taste it?

   After a few words, Wan Fei paused again, and added, "Don't worry, it's not poisonous. The palace in this palace has been thoroughly searched, and all the dangerous things are with the emperor."

  Yu Qingluo smiled and shook his head, took a sip from the teacup, the taste was really good, the same tea, different people handled it, the taste is really very different.

   "The lady is looking for something to do with me?"

  Wan Fei smiled, "Just a few small words."

   "I thought the empress should not be in Yingshui Palace at this moment." Yu Qingluo took another sip of tea, which was really delicious. If it wasn't for the circumstances, she really wanted to learn from Wan Fei, and drinking tea in the future might still be a pleasure.

Concubine Wan raised her eyebrows, put down the book in her hand, "What do you say about the young girl?"

   "The meticulous layout of Niangniang for many years, and now she was caught off guard, but Niangniang should have a lot of dead men. It seems that it is not difficult for them to rescue the Niangniang from the palace."

  Yu Qingluo felt that Concubine Wan was not like a person who would sit and wait for death. She knew that the booklet was her own reminder, and it would not end well if it fell into the hands of the emperor.

  Even if she can't get rid of her crime, she can always leave the prison of the palace and save her life.

  But after a few days, she still stayed in this Yingshui Palace peacefully, waiting for the emperor...to die.

Wan Fei smiled low, raised her eyes to look at the bead curtain not far away, her voice pressed very low, "Yes, it is really not difficult to leave the palace. But what about leaving? My palace has worked so hard for so many years. I want to rise to a high position in a decent way."

   But now the plan fails. If she leaves the palace, she is a fugitive and is wanted by the whole country.

  She will take those dead men to the end of the world. If she wants to make a comeback, how many years will it take?

   Even if she had that energy, but she didn't have a legitimate reason, even if Haoran was forced to death, he would not be able to deal with his father.

In   Wan Fei’s plan, there is never a retreat.

  She has always had only two paths, one...successfully, his son became the most powerful emperor of Feng Cang Country, and she became a powerful empress dowager.

  There is another...failure, that is, death.

Yu Qingluo stared at Wan Fei for a while, then shook her head. Her point of view is not the same as that of Concubine Wan. She has always believed in keeping the green mountains and not afraid of not having firewood. Even if she only has one breath, she must live desperately.

   Wan Fei's eyes were shining, and she didn't have the slightest timidity to face death.

  She turned her head to look at Yu Qingluo, and smiled, "Young girl, how about we make a deal?"

   "Deal?" Yu Qingluo chuckled, "Is there anything I want in your hands?"

   "Naturally, I am afraid it is something the young girl can't wait to want."

  Yuqing fell for a moment, what she can’t wait to want...thing?

   "What are the requirements of the empress?"

  Wanfei stood up, walked slowly to the side of the cabinet, pulled out a book from it, flipped through it silently, and said, "Keep Ye Haoran."

  She knew that she had committed a felony crime of murdering the emperor. Ye Haoran had just committed an incident, and the emperor's anger towards him was still unresolved. Now that something like him has happened again, I'm afraid it won't be easy to forgive him.

  The only person who can speak in front of the emperor now is Ye Xiudu.

  Yu Qingluo gave her a strange look. Even if Concubine Wan did not mention this, Ye Xiudu would not let Ye Haoran go.

  Wan Fei’s request is really strange.

  Yu Qingluo was silent for a while, and after looking at her carefully for a while, he nodded and said, "Okay."

  "My palace will not make you embarrassed. My palace knows that Haoran's life will not be the same as now. I just hope that he will live more freely...After all, he is still the most beloved son in this palace.

  From now on, even if Ye Haoran is still the Eighth Prince, even if he is not implicated by him, he will be sentenced to exile or beheaded. But he is very likely to be forbidden by the emperor in the Eight Princes' Mansion, perhaps for a lifetime to be watched.

  Ye Haoran’s temperament has always been unruly, and this kind of life might obliterate his will and make him impersonal.

  All the thoughts of Concubine Wan's life are on Ye Haoran, and now it is him who thinks the most.

  Yu Qingluo sighed and nodded, "I understand."

  Wan Fei gave a chuckle, her expression seemed to relax.

  She tilted her head and glanced at Yu Qingluo, then smiled, "Is the young girl looking for someone all this time?"

  Yuqing fell for a moment, and his eyes widened suddenly.

  "The young girl is looking for a person named Grandma Ge, isn't she?"

   "You..." Yu Qing was taken aback.

  "If Hongu says, does Hongu know her whereabouts?"

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