The Marquis's Powerful Strategy: Your Excellency's Magnificence

Chapter 321: Ending 3

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In the autumn of this year, in Dayu's imperial palace, the autumn wind rustled, everyone was shivering and afraid to speak out. The palace people who entered and exited with bowed eyebrows, and in the long Yong Alley, someone was carried out at some unknown time. .

Qin Wang Ling Tianmo was sitting on the yellow rosewood chair in the hall, and between his fingers, a white jade tea bowl filled with tea fragrance. Through the curtain of Xiangfei bamboo, he saw that in the courtyard, Shen Xiurong was directing a group of maids to carry flower pots.

His eyes were a little cold. There was nothing wrong with Shen Xiurong. On the night of her marriage, she cried like a child. Later, she was tender in every way. Ling Tianmo felt soft. There was never a woman who treated him with such tenderness. Liu Qiqiao used to Yes, but after all, there are differences between men and women, and Shen Xiurong is like a bath of water in a hot spring. Ling Tianmo feels his heart has been washed away with a little gentleness. On the night of the Prince's accident, someone knocked on the door and sounded a little anxious, Shen Xiurong Was awakened, lying in Ling Tianmo's arms trembling, and asked in a trembling voice: "What's the matter? What happened?"

At that moment, Ling Tianmo finally let out a breath of anger, his heart was boiling, his mother’s revenge was avenged, he felt the blood rush all over his body, and he lived to the present, and finally got his wish. The person who killed his mother has been He got the retribution he deserved. He was excited with a smile on his face. He stroked Shen Xiurong in his arms and said softly: "It's nothing, let's continue to sleep!"

That night was more tender and heart-warming than their wedding night. Shen Xiurong was shivering all the time, and Ling Tianmo showed enthusiasm and excitement that he had never experienced before.

From that night on, there seemed to be a kind of change between the two people. This change was felt by the people next to him. Zhong Gantang laughed and teased him: "This is interesting, and finally looks like a young person. , You used to look like a bitter and deep hatred. I also know the hatred we want, but life has to pass. If Fuer knows that you are not happy, she will not be happy. That's right, people In the world, some things are moving, women are so, and love is so..."

is it

Ling Tian didn't know, but he always felt that after a busy day outside, when he returned to the Prince Qin's mansion, he already had a glimmer of hope at his current home. He liked to see Shen Xiurong calling the maid to change her clothes. Wearing her skirt, under the profile, walking quickly to meet her.

The tea is already a bit cold, and the yard is no longer so noisy. When the green curtain moves, one hand lifts it first, and then lifts it again, and one person walks in.

"The prince didn't mean to enter the palace, why didn't he get up yet?" Shen Xiurong said as she stretched out her hands, a maid came over with a towel and wanted to wipe her.

Ling Tianmo stood up, walked over, stretched out his hand with the maid and asked for the wet towel, waved his hand again, and the maid walked away.

Ling Tianmo personally wiped Shen Xiurong's hands: "What did this come from? Get the mud?"

Shen Xiurong's face blushed, and she said shyly: "Just call Xiaohuan wipe, don't bother the lord!"

"Where is this trouble?" Ling Tianmo smiled and said, "You are a princess, can you plant flowers and grass by yourself?"

Shen Xiurong withdrew her hands happily: "Come, look at the flowers in the yard. I moved them from my village in the country. The best sex. I see that the ones in the palace are not as good as us!"

"The things of your Shen family are always good!" Ling Tianmo said. The speaker was unintentional, and Shen Xiurong was relieved when he saw that he was not interested. "Aren't you going to the palace?"

Ling Tianmo smiled and hugged her: "Now, it's just those things. It's a bit annoying. You are waiting for me at home. I will come back earlier today and take you to the capital to eat delicious food!"

When Shen Xiurong heard him say this, she said happily: "Okay, Lord, your words count, I'm looking forward to it!"

An entourage outside prepared the carriage. Before Ling Tianmo went out, he looked back at Shen Xiurong. Shen Xiurong thought he had something to say, but she didn't want him to raise her lips and chuckled. Went out.

Shen Xiurong heard him getting on the carriage outside, and the sound of the carriage leaving. She smiled and returned to the room to look for the clothes to go out later.

The news that Shen Xiurong was doing well, Liu Qiqiao got it from Yuan Qiluo, Yuan Qiluo said, Ling Tianmo took Shen Xiurong to Yuluofang to pick up clothes, and the two of them respected each other like guests, but they did not seem to be pretending. , The servant embraced, obviously a princess' style.

Listening to Yuan Qiluo's words, Liu Qiqiao felt relieved.

She came to Yuluofang to find Yuan Qiluo because she heard from Shen Yunong that Yuan Qiluo, who was finally impressed by Yin Zhongtian, was about to get married before and after the Double Ninth Festival. Liu Qiqiao always regarded Yuan Qiluo as his honey friend. , Liu Qiqiao was very happy to learn that she was reliable for life.

This autumn, there is finally something that is quite happy.

Liu Qiqiao was in the store, accompanied by Yuan Qiluo. She picked a few pieces of cloth for the old lady and the wife, and specified the latest styles, and asked Yuan Qiluo to make winter clothes for them in advance. Then she walked to the children’s fabrics and couldn’t leave. When she moved, she touched the children's fabrics, couldn't put it down, and pulled a few pieces. Yuan Qiluo heard her say that she wanted to make clothes for the little tiger's head.

Yuan Qiluo smiled and said: "He is a child, he is not yet a year old, how can he wear so much?"

Liu Qiqiao stroked the fabrics and smiled bitterly: "Is nothing wrong with me anyway?" She was very grateful. Yuan Qiluo didn't persuade herself like the people in the house. An honest person like the second concubine also opened up privately. Own, Qiqiao, you will have children in the future. If you like Xiaohutou, it will eventually belong to Wu Yiniang. You know the character of Wu Yiniang. Nothing is good. If something happens to the child, she won’t be able to win. A complaint on your head.

Yuan Qiluo is good. I never said that Liu Qiqiao. Where did Liu Qiqiao know? Yuan Qiluo knew the truth from Shen Yunong and knew that Liu Qiqiao would never have children again. If she empathizes with Xiaohu’s head, it won’t be Being obsessed with having another child is a kind of relief, and there is nothing wrong with it.

The wedding of Yuan Qiluo and Yin Zhongtian was held soon. On that day, Liu Qiqiao and Shen Yunong drank too much. They returned from the wedding banquet and returned to Tingxiang Xiaozhu. They sent off the people, and the two sat facing each other. At the pit table, one person and one small wine cup continued to drink.

Shen Yunong smiled and talked about the night in their bridal chamber. Life is really like a dream. His Shen family and his Shen Yunong are like rebirth from Nirvana. The last two of them fell asleep together, Shen Yunong embraced Liu Qiqiao. With a sigh: "I have married seven women, but I never had a serious night in the bridal chamber. That's ridiculous!"

Liu Qiqiao was already drunk and groggy. I don't know what he said. He was later disturbed by the officers and soldiers that night. The dead Huangfu was said to be in poor health and unable to accept his grace. What about other women

In a daze, I heard Shen Yunong say: "Destiny makes others, how good would it be if you and I met first?"

Yes, between them, after such a long time, they have never met, and there are so many women between them.

After Huangfu's death, Shen Yunong kept the festival for her. During this time, he hadn't touched anyone, and this night, he just hugged and slept until the twilight in the east.

It was not bright yet, but someone came up and knocked on the door: "Aunt Qi, Aunt Qi?"

Liu Qiqiao saw Shen Yunong slept deeply, and the room was still drunk. She hurriedly put on her clothes and got out of bed, walked to the door, and replied next door: "What's the matter? So early?"

Lan Xiang whispered behind the visitor, "Auntie, it's a visitor from the country village. She said yes, your fourth sister has passed away..."

"What? Fourth sister!" Liu Qiqiao didn't care that the clothes were not tightly fastened, and hurriedly opened the door: "What are you talking about? My fourth sister is fine, what happened?"

Seeing Liu Qiqiao's eagerness, a servant woman knelt there and said in a crying voice: "Auntie, please be sorry. Last night, my fourth sister suddenly broke her amniotic fluid. After tossing all night, she gave birth to a daughter early in the morning, but it was a pity that the fourth sister lost blood. Too many, did not save it, the old lady knew that your sisters are always good, so she immediately sent the old slave to give a letter to the aunt!"

Liu Qiqiao looked at the servant woman in a daze. She felt trembling all over. At this moment, her stomach was a little bit painful, just like the child she had lost. She suddenly remembered that when she saw her fourth sister, she still innocently caressed. He said to his stomach, what if the boy...

The fourth sister was gone, passed away, gave birth to a child and died of dystocia.

In fact, Liu Qiqiao cried out. It should have been expected that the fourth sister was so thin when she came last time.

There was a noise behind him. Shen Yunong heard the movement and got up. Hearing the words of the servant's wife, he was busy holding Liu Qiqiao. Knowing that she was sad at this moment, she must be confused. He ordered Lanxiang to go. Looking for the carriage, they will now go back to Zhuangzi.

Prepared the carriage. When the two of them sat in the carriage, the sky was already bright. Liu Qiqiao's hands were cold, and Shen Yunong pressed it in his palms: "Qiqiao, life can't be resurrected. It's okay if you cry, but don't I hurt myself..."