The Rebirth of the Violent Concubine: The Bright Moon Shields the West Building

When Chen Jinzhong arrived at the Fuwang Mansion first, when he arrived, Princess Chen Fangfei was bringing an egg to Fuwang's eyes.

Chen Jinzhong said with concern: "The prince is like this, don't you find an imperial doctor?"

King Fu refused Chen Jinzhong's concern and said, "No, I'm fine. Why are you here? What's wrong?"

Chen Jinzhong had to do business and said, "Master, you can take the sage's verbal order."

King Fu sighed, stood up and said, "Then hurry up, this king still has to go into the palace."

Chen Jinzhong: "Are you still going to the palace?"

Fu Wang pointed to his eyes, "Did you not see? This king is like this, how can I go to the morning court tomorrow? This king is going to ask his father to ask for leave."

Chen Jinzhong: "..."

In the final analysis, he is the father and son, the saint knows his son too well.

Of course, after King Fu received his emperor Lao Tzu's verbal order, he was very excited, clamoring that he still had to go to the palace to find Emperor Dongsheng, Chen Jinzhong couldn't control it anymore. There is a princess in the palace, and there is a saint in the palace, no matter what, it is not his turn to take care of Lord Fu.

When Chen Fangfei stopped Fu Wang to persuade him, Chen Jinzhong hurriedly left and rushed to the Yue Guo Gong Mansion without stopping. As a result, General Manager Chen had already hurried so quickly, and when he arrived at the Palace of the Yue Kingdom, Jiang Mingyue told him that Zhao Lingyun had already gone to the imperial palace.

"Already gone?" Chen Jinzhong was anxious immediately.

Jiang Mingyue: "Yes, what are you, Chief Executive?"

Chen Jinzhong: "The elder is, is it to ask for leave from the sage and not go to the morning court?"

Jiang Mingyue nodded.

Chen Jinzhong's last hope was shattered. He was late, and Master Zhao went to the imperial palace to ask for leave.

Jiang Mingyue said: "Is it the saint who wants to call my grandfather into the palace? That's just right, he passed."

Chen Jinzhong grinned, "The Holy Master just ordered him, even if his face hurts, he will have to go to the morning court tomorrow."

"Huh?" Jiang Mingyue was stunned.

Chen Jinzhong wiped his face and asked, "Did you hurt your face when the elder fought with the prince?"

Jiang Mingyue: "Master's face is swollen."

Zhao Lingyun was not seriously injured, but looking at it on his face made people feel that he was beaten badly by King Fu. If Calabash hadn't promised herself, Fu Wang's eyes would have become black corns, not much better than Zhao Lingyun, Jiang Mingyue would be angry.

Chen Jinzhong began to suspect that the two of you had a tacit agreement today. How could it be such a coincidence that both of them had their faces hurt?

"Dali," Jiang Mingyue shouted Dali now.

Replied vigorously and entered the room.

Jiang Mingyue said: "Go and chase the eldest man back, the sage doesn't allow him to ask for leave."

Upon hearing Jiang Mingyue's words, Chen Jinzhong vigorously subconsciously took a look.

Dali is a person born with bad goodness, so he can see Chen Jinzhong's hair in his heart. What does this person mean? I feel that the sage doesn’t allow your master to ask for leave. "

"Hurry up," Jiang Mingyue urged vigorously.

Dali responded with a yes, turned and ran outside the house.

"Then our house is gone too," Chen Jinzhong could only say goodbye. The principal he was looking for was not there, and he had nothing to say with Jiang Mingyue.

Jiang Mingyue apologized to Chen Jinzhong and said, "Let the chief executive go for nothing."

Chen Jinzhong sighed and said, "Madam is polite, and it's not about running in vain. I hope I can try to persuade the old man to come back, otherwise," Chen Jinzhong sighed again, and King Fu was also clamoring to go to the imperial palace, Princess Fu If I didn't persuade him, would these two meet again at the gate of the palace?

The Lord is in a bad mood these days!

Chen Jinzhong left the Yue State Government Office in a forehead lawsuit, praying silently in his heart not to let King Fu and Zhao Lingyun get together at the gate of the palace. If these two make a fuss and the sage becomes angry, he, the person responsible for spreading the oral message, will not escape punishment.

Aunt Hua looked at Chen Jinzhong's departure, and sent the little maids who were playing in the yard Fangcao back to the room, and said to Jiang Mingyue, "I looked at Mr. Chen, and he recognized us. Master will make trouble."

Jiang Mingyue can really think about it now, and said: "There is a forbidden army watching at the gate of the palace. He just wants to make trouble, and I don't think it can make trouble."

Is it true that the imperial army does not work?

Aunt Hua breathed a sigh of relief, that's all right.

Jiang Mingyue: "As long as the elder doesn't make trouble with people in the Jinluang Hall, it's okay. Let him do the rest."

Aunt Hua'er just let go of her heart, and she raised it all at once. Is the master of her family's requirements for Master Zhao so low now? The big master doesn't have any serious errands to do. What can he do in the Jinluang Hall?

After hearing Aunt Hua's question, Jiang Mingyue said anxiously: "I don't know, I'm just worried."

This person Zhao Lingyun went out to invite a doctor, and he could meet assassins and provoke the heirs of the Eastern Palace. Who knows what else is waiting for him?

Aunt Huaer decided that she had to go to the small Buddhist hall to burn the three-pillar incense, or worship the Buddha three times a day, Aunt Huaer always felt unsafe.

After Aunt Hua had been offering incense in front of the Buddha, Fangcao ran to tell her that Zhao Lingyun was back.

"Master, nothing happened, right?" Aunt Hua asked hurriedly.

Fangcao: "There is nothing wrong, but the master is not very happy."

It's fine if nothing happens, Amitabha, Aunt Huaer felt that burning incense was useful, so she went back to the Buddhist hall. The Bodhisattva blessed the master to come back without causing trouble, and Aunt Hua had to reciprocate her wish.

Here in the hall, Zhao Lingyun and Jiang Mingyue said in frustration: "The Holy Lord doesn't see me."

Jiang Mingyue poured water on Zhao Lingyun and said, "Then you are back?"

Zhao Lingyun: "The saint asked a **** to come out and tell me that even if I have broken my limbs, I have to go to court tomorrow, why is he so cruel?"

Jiang Mingyue looked at Zhao Lingyun's swollen Lao Gao's face. She didn't know what to say, and she didn't want Zhao Lingyun to go out to the early morning after the third watch, but she couldn't fight the Emperor Dongsheng.

Zhao Lingyun: "I can't go if I don't walk, the Holy Master said, if I don't walk at the gate of the palace, he will let the imperial army break my two legs."

Jiang Mingyue sat down next to Zhao Lingyun and faced Zhao Lingyun, whose head was drooping. Jiang Mingyue thought for a while before she said dryly: "Are you thirsty? Drink some water."

Zhao Lingyun was not in the mood to drink water.

Jiang Mingyue took the tea cup and fed Zhao Lingyun a drink.

A wife fed, Zhao Lingyun opened his mouth and drank a cup of tea.

Jiang Mingyue: "I asked Dali to go to Haike to buy fish. I will wait for Dr. Sun to show it to you. If you have a swollen face, you can eat fish. Then let's cook a whole fish feast at night."

Zhao Lingyun: "I'm fine, I don't need Old Man Sun to see me."

Jiang Mingyue: "I have sent Mr. Chang to the Renxin Medical Center, and I have invited Dr. Sun."

Zhao Lingyun: "Okay, let's listen to the lady."

Isn’t this also a blessing to be cared by my wife? Anyway, Zhao Lingyun believed that if he wanted to look at his old mother with the swollen face now, his old mother would definitely scold him and cause trouble, and would definitely not think of asking a doctor for him.

"I have a broken arm and a broken leg. I have to go to the morning." After Zhao Lingyun's heart was beautiful, he couldn't help complaining to Jiang Mingyue: "What is he expecting from me? Or is he just doing this? Toss me?"

Jiang Mingyue shook her head, she didn't know.