As soon as Qing He came out, Hu Rong quickly caught up and explained in a low voice: "The Emperor doesn't want us to speak out."
It's not like he dared not report anything.
Qing He turned around and said, "I'm busy right now.
I have to wash the teapot and iron the cups so that I can serve the tea.
Don't make any more trouble.
I also know that I don't blame you for this.
If you have the guts, you wouldn't dare to do it in front of the emperor."
What a ghost."
Hu Rong pretended to bow and said: "Sister, you are wise."
"Go!
Go!
Go."
Although there are many people who can do it now, Qing He has never let others do his own work.
Especially the food, food and drink, we don’t trust in the hands of these people.
She was cautious on her side, but Xie Ning on the other side generously held up the freshly baked rice cake slices and asked the emperor: "Does the emperor want to try it?"
The emperor took it, and Xie Ning quickly reminded: "Blow it first, be careful not to burn it."
The emperor ate one bunch, and probably thought it tasted good, so he asked for another one.
The taste is better than expected.
Although there is no sugar sprinkled and no dipping sauce prepared, the rice cake itself has a faint sweetness and the more you chew it, the more delicious it becomes.
He ate these two skewers, and Xie Ning also ate one.
Qingmei led the people to quickly remove the small charcoal stove, plates, skewers and other items.
The emperor hugged Xie Ning and sat on the couch by the window, and asked softly: "How are you today?"
Xie Ning thought for a while: "Except for my poor appetite, everything else is fine."
What does it mean except a poor appetite?
Having a poor appetite is troublesome enough.
He had been paying attention since he entered the house.
Xie Ning looked happy and relaxed, with no worries at all.
So she doesn't know what happened this morning.
The emperor secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
His previous worries disappeared.
He was holding the woman who was carrying his child in his arms.
She had a sweet and soft fragrance on her body.
His chin rested on her temples, and his hand gently rested on her belly.
After not coming here for a few days, she felt her belly was bulging again.
He had never had such a clear understanding of how children grow up before.
Of the previous two or three children, one was born when the late emperor was ill, and the other was born when he was in a state of distress after he ascended the throne.
He didn't care much about the youngest one.
In the first few months, her belly was just flat.
He had been secretly worried, but now he found that the child would really grow very quickly.
He was very patient when he was with her, and he listened carefully to everything she said.
I don't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt there was movement where he pressed his hand.
There wasn't much movement, and he couldn't be sure if it was her belly moving.
How could a child move?
In his imagination, the child could move only after he was born.
How could he move around before birth?
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If he started to move, his stomach would burst if he was not careful.
The emperor didn't dare to think about the tragic situation, so he summoned Li Shuling early tomorrow morning to inquire about it.
Hu Rong did not cause any more trouble in front of Qing He.
He was called by Bai Hongqi to run errands.
Hu Rong was more attentive to Bai Hong than he was to his own father.
This is Eunuch Bai.
He has been serving the emperor since he was young.
Whoever sees him must respectfully call out Eunuch Bai.
Others want to fawn over him, but they can't.
Now let him follow his orders.
Then It really gave him great face and opportunity.
Hu Rong followed Bai Hongqi all the way without asking any questions.
The road he took was familiar to him.
That night I went to see Zhou Xunchen to ask for an imperial doctor, and I took this route.
In the end, it turned out that what he thought was indeed correct.
Eunuch Bai was here to find Eunuch Zhou.
Zhou Xunchen came out from the yard to greet him and said with a smile: "Eunuch Bai is here.
My house is small, I'm afraid I can't accommodate a big Buddha like you."
Bai Hongqi also laughed: "What are you talking about?
This place is very spacious, even brighter than my room."
Hu Rong felt that they were saying polite words, but what Bai Hongqi said was indeed true.
The house he lives in is a large suite separated by one mile and one mile away.
It is indeed not as spacious as Zhou Xunchen's.
But if there is a room in Changning Hall, even if it is a room the size of a doghouse, there will be people fighting over it and planning for it.
Hu Rong didn't dare to raise his head and followed Bai Hongqi into the house.
Bai Hongqi didn't talk in circles.
He didn't have that much free time.
He went straight to the point and asked: "What should I do with that person?"
"It has been taken away and buried."
Zhou Xunchen said nothing nonsense: "There is no external injury, not poisoning.
Last night, the maid from the Yeting Palace served her to wash up and saw that the lights in her room were turned off.
It is not clear how she secretly The eunuch guarding the palace gate saw her going out and asked her.
She said she was feeling depressed and wanted to go out for a walk and would be back soon. " "That makes it easy."
Hu Rongxin said how could it be so simple?
It was strange to go out when the palace gate was about to be locked, and she never came back once she left.
No one from Yeting Palace even looked for her or asked her.
This beauty is not a three-year-old child.
How could she fall down by the well and be unable to get up, so she could freeze to death outside all night?
Besides, what was she doing at the well?
Zhou Xunchen and Bai Hongqi showed harmless smiles, which made Hu Rong feel weird.
The two father-in-laws were like apprentices taught by a master.
They spoke the same way and every move and gesture were similar.
Hu Rong didn't hear what they said next.
He was sent outside.
Not long after, Bai Hongqi also came out of the room, and Hu Rong followed him all the way back to Yingxiang Pavilion.
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He didn't follow for nothing.
On the way back and forth, he secretly paid attention to Eunuch Bai, trying to figure out how he walked and how he spoke when he met people.
He didn't deliberately want to learn, but just did it naturally without knowing it.
This seed called ambition had long been quietly planted in his heart.
He also wants to be like Zhou Xunchen and Bai Hongqi.
Who says that eunuchs don’t live like humans?
Aren’t great eunuchs like Bai Hongqi, Zhou Xunchen, and others so majestic?
Will he be like them one day?
Bai Hongqi suddenly asked: "What do you think about this matter?"
Hu Rong was startled, almost thinking that Bai Hongqi had seen through all the thoughts in his heart.
He calmed down, took two quick steps to catch up with Bai Hongqi, and said softly: "Young man, don't dare to speak nonsense."
Bai Hongqi smiled: "You can say whatever you want without any scruples."
Hu Rong thought for a while and only said: "I have been thinking about this for a long time.
It should be an accident."
Bai Hongqi stopped and glanced at him.
Hu Rong had a pleasant smile on his face, and there was no hint of insincerity in his words.
Bai Hongqi raised his hand and nodded at him twice, then said with a smile: "That's right."
Hu Rong lowered his gaze respectfully.
It's already bad enough for someone to die in the palace as the new year is approaching.
Taking an unexpected conclusion is better for everyone and saves trouble.
Since it was an accident, it would avoid many future troubles.
For Yingxiang Pavilion, it would also prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to cause trouble.
Hu Rong did think about it for a long time.
The dead beauty didn't want to commit suicide.
She dressed beautifully and ran near Yingxiang Pavilion so late.
She must have wanted to see someone.
Who do you want to see?
Most likely, you want to see the emperor.
But the emperor didn't come to Yingxiang Pavilion last night.
She might have been deceived.
Most of the people who lied to her never thought that she would die, so her death should be an accident.
Whether overtly or covertly, this matter must be regarded as an accident
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