The implication is that if Master Shanxin is not invited, he will be unfilial.

Sheila felt a chill in her heart.

He couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the thin and pale man sitting on the dragon chair. His eyes are dark blue, bloodshot on his eyeballs, and his expression is gloomy.

He was at a loss for a moment.

Can a person really be this bad?

He couldn't help but suspect that he was a ghost.

Before leaving the palace, he hesitated again and again, and finally went to Jianing Palace.

"You're going to Prince Qin's Mansion?" Shaoyin easily coaxed out what her son didn't want to say. After thinking about it, she chuckled: "Since your father wants to see your filial piety, then you can show him. If you can't invite Master Shanxin, you will stay in Qingtai Temple for one day."

Xi'er was stunned and looked up at her: "Mother?!"

"It's okay." Shaoyin smiled softly, "When you don't come back in the evening, I will ask someone to send you the books you read every day."

Without waiting for him to say anything, she leaned over and hugged him, whispering: "This palace is messy, if you can, the queen mother hopes you can go out and hide."

After a pause, "Hide until you grow up."

Xi'er's eyes suddenly became wet, she hugged her waist back, and shook her head with a choked sobs: "No, I won't hide, I want to accompany my mother."

He wants to guard his mother and not allow others to bully her.

"Good boy." Shaoyin hugged him, "The queen mother is not weak, you should know that it is not easy for others to bully me."

She instructed him: "You can go out to study at ease, remember to ask your uncle Qin Wang to send a few people to protect you. You are fine, and the mother is fine in the palace. Let's take care of each other, okay?"

Xier vaguely sensed what the queen mother seemed to be doing.

He didn't know what she was going to do, but he knew he might not be able to help.

"Okay." He nodded, and his tears became clearer, "I'll take care of it."

Since he can't help, at least he can't hold back his mother.

After hugging his mother for a while, he pulled out his hands and turned to leave.

Shaoyin looked at the back of his leaving. The young boy was like a young pines. Although he was handsome and tall, he was not strong.

She thought for a while, then quickly pulled a piece of paper and quickly wrote: "Take care of Xi'er for me."

The handwriting is domineering and domineering, and it penetrates the back of the paper, which is completely different from the handwriting she usually writes and reviews memorials.

"You escort Xi'er out of the palace." She casually folded the note and handed it to Lu Rong, "This is for King Qin."

Lu Rong took it: "Yes, Master."

Xier didn't come back that day, and she had to stay at Qingtai Temple.

In the evening, Luo Xuanmo knew the news, raised his brows and left it behind.

This son is an idiot. If he was asked to ask for it, he would ask for it himself, but he didn't know how to turn to the King of Qin for help.

He was a little unhappy, but thinking that he had given up on him and that he was about to have other children, he didn't take it to heart.

He suspected that he was not lifting because of his weakness. Political affairs were like that anyway, so he simply let go and began to adjust his body.

"You can stop the medicine." Shao Yin said to Hui Hui, "If he goes to favor his concubine, let him go."

"Why?" Gray asked.

"I thought about it, but forget it. It's not worth spending grade points on him."

When Hui Hui was reminded by her, she immediately went to check her balance. When she saw a dazzling red negative balance, she was stunned.

"what"

After a long while, it screamed: "Why didn't you say it earlier!!"

Shaoyin coaxed it for a while, then said, "Don't be sad, I'll show you a good show."

Another good show begins.

On this day, Luo Xuanmo gathered up his courage, ate a cup of aphrodisiac tea, and then went to the concubine Liang's room.

Yes, yes, but for a very short period of time.

Luo Xuanmo felt stunned when he was hit in the head.

He is only twenty-seven years old this year, and is in a good time in his life. Not to mention the seven daughters of Ye Yu, at least picking up a weak woman who can't lift a finger is a matter of hand.

But the reality is cruel.

A man's most basic pride was eclipsed, and he was hit hard.

It's okay if his ability to be an emperor is not recognized, but he actually doesn't even care about bedding...

He became more and more uncertain, and when things went wrong, he lost his temper.

The attendants were all trembling. When serving in front of them, one by one did not dare to come out.

Seeing them like this, Luo Xuanmo finally felt a little comfort.

He didn't know how bad his image was in the eyes of others.

To say that the former Luo Xuanmo, because he pretended well, was a good emperor who was wise and martial, diligent in government and caring for the people, a good man who was affectionate to the queen, and a fair and just good emperor in the eyes of the concubines of the harem.

But what about now? He treats the Queen's concubine as day as day, and treats the palace people who serve him so harshly that he lacks the demeanor of the past.

Especially his appearance, because the rest is not enough, the whole person is very thin, and the newly made dragon robe is a little empty after wearing it for less than half a month. His sharp bones propped up the dragon robe, as sharp as they would pierce.

And he didn't know how to control himself, his kidney yang was draining too much, his face was pale, and some people believed that he was a ghost who returned yang.

I don't know when, there are more and more voices saying that he is a ghost returning to the sun.

Someone else said seriously: "He is the emperor, he has dragon energy to protect his body, and the little devil can't get on his body. Maybe it's the first prince, who was unwilling to die and came to take revenge."

Many people believe this.

It also reasonably explained why he disrespected Shaoyin.

Shaoyin also heard these words.

"Perhaps," she said, sitting by the window reading a book, her slender fingers holding the scroll, demure and peaceful, "Don't worry about what others say, but no one in Jianing Palace talks much."

Lu Yi and Lu Rong hurriedly replied, "Yes, Master."