Chapter 38 I Am Not the Successor of Wen Yi

Outside the imperial garden.

The Grand Concubine hadn't left the palace yet, she placed a lot of cakes in the gazebo in the imperial garden, and asked someone to invite Murong Jie over.

Murong Jie didn't want to come, but the Concubine Gui ordered someone to invite him three times, so he had no choice but to go.

The night was beautiful, with a gentle breeze, and the lanterns lit up a corner of the imperial garden.

The noble concubine was sitting on the stone bench, holding a cup of tea in her hand, her expression was gloomy, when she saw Murong Jie approaching, she raised her head, her eyes were stern.

"Mother Concubine!" Murong Jie sat down, "Aren't you going home so late? Are you staying in the palace tonight?"

The noble concubine put the teacup heavily on the table, stretched out her hands to hold back the left and right sides, and said sharply: "You still know that the Ai family is your concubine mother, and the Ai family asks you, do you have me as a concubine mother in your eyes?"

Murong Jie frowned, "Why is the mother concubine so angry?"

"Don't get angry?" The imperial concubine was stunned with anger, her hands were shaking, "What does the life and death of King Liang have to do with you? The Ai family told you earlier that the empress feared you and asked you to distance yourself from King Liang. Don't listen, and now you offended your aunt because of him, do you know that she got really angry tonight?"

Murong Jie didn't care, "Really? Concubine Mother just need to appease you."

"Soothe?" The imperial concubine said angrily, "How to appease? That's her grandson. Even if I, a younger sister, talk dry, she still won't forgive you for acting arbitrarily today. The regent has already offended the queen, but fortunately your aunt has been suppressing the queen and the prince, she is your only backer, you have offended her even now, and you will suffer in the future."

"That's right, that's her grandson. If her grandson gets better, she will only be grateful to me."

The imperial concubine was so angry that she smashed her glass, "Why do you trust Xia Zian so much? To tell you the truth, today in the Hall of Eternal Life, the court judge and several imperial doctors said that King Liang will not survive tonight, tomorrow I'm afraid it's time in the morning. If you don't care about this matter, no one can blame you, but you want Xia Zian to heal him. If it spreads, what will others say about you? Xia Zian's remorse has already offended the Queen and the King of Liang. Others will only think that you ordered to harm King Liang."

Murong Jie poured a cup of tea, and pushed it in front of the Grand Concubine, his eyes were like cold water, "Did the concubine concubine conjecture these words, or did the concubine mother say them?"

The noble concubine pushed away the teacup, "She didn't say it, but Ai Jia reckoned that was what she meant, otherwise she wouldn't lose her temper tonight. She said tonight, and tomorrow the outside world will say that King Liang was killed by him." The concubine who repented of the marriage was put to death. Think about it, who insisted that Xia Zian heal King Liang? It was you, my son, you have always been smart, why are you so stubborn at this juncture?"

Murong Jie smiled, "I have confidence in Xia Zian."

"Do you have confidence in Xia Zi'an?" The imperial concubine gasped, "Are you crazy? The imperial doctor said that there is no cure, but you have confidence in her?"

The noble concubine was stunned suddenly, and stared at him suspiciously, "Tell Aijia, have you really fallen in love with her? Does her remorse have anything to do with you?"

"What does the concubine mother think?" Murong Jie laughed wildly, a bit uninhibited.

The imperial concubine stood up abruptly, the muscles on her face trembling a few times, "Aijia warns you, this Xia Zian cannot enter the gate of my palace, if she really cures King Liang by chance, Aijia will also let her die. "

Murong Jie looked at her with a calm expression, "Concubine Mu, are you living comfortably now?"

"What do you mean?" The noble concubine stared at him.

"If you feel comfortable living in the mansion after leaving the palace, then live your life well and don't meddle in the affairs of the palace. It's fine to go to the palace occasionally to find the queen mother for a drink of tea and a chat."

After finishing speaking, he got up, "Ah Xin can't leave people alone, and tomorrow he will go to court early, and the king will not leave the palace tonight, so he will spend the night in the Palace of Longevity."

"Are you crazy?" The Concubine Gui chased after her, "Then Xia Zi'an also lives in the Palace of Longevity. If you don't leave the palace to live in tonight, don't you want outsiders to gossip about you?"

Murong Jie smiled coldly, "Is there any problem? She will soon be the regent princess."

He strode away, laughing heartily, as if he was in a good mood.

The Concubine Gui was so angry that she clenched her fists, no, she can't let him marry Xia Zian.

A sternness flashed in the eyes of the noble concubine, this Xia Zian must die, moreover, he must die before King Liang.

Ni Rong chased after him, and said to Murong Jie worriedly: "My lord, do you really have confidence in Xia Zian?"

As soon as Murong Jie changed his good mood before, his face became gloomy, "From now on, you will never leave, keep an eye on Xia Zian, and don't let anyone touch her."

Ni Rong was taken aback, and immediately understood, "Don't worry, my lord, my subordinates know."

Murong Jie was extremely irritable, and today he tried his best to let Xia Zian treat him, not because he had much confidence in Xia Zian, but because he knew that the imperial doctor couldn't cure Ah Xin, and he couldn't just let Ah Xin go. No matter what, if there is a glimmer of hope, he will not let it go.

Xia Zi'an, you'd better cure Ah Xin, otherwise, I won't let you go.

Murong Jie did not sleep in the Hall of Eternal Life, but stayed beside King Liang with the imperial doctor.

Zi'an got up when she fell asleep, her long hair was not pulled up, and her shawl was hanging down like this, and her clothes were loosely wrapped around her body, making her waist appear slenderer.

The original owner was very thin, not even fully developed. Zian felt that this body could still grow taller, as long as the nutrition could keep up.

When Zian arrived, he asked the imperial doctor to go back to rest first.

The imperial doctor dared not go back, because the regent ordered the imperial doctor to take turns to be on duty.

However, when Murong Jie heard Zi An's words, he said to the two imperial doctors who were guarding the night: "You go back first, if there is anything, the king will send you over."

The imperial doctors got up and left after hearing Murong Jie's words.

There were palace guards and servants standing far away, and Ni Rong was waiting outside the pavilion, a little vigilant.

The night breeze was blowing, and it was very cool. Zi'an washed her hair before it was dry, and took advantage of the night breeze to blow it up. Her long hair was like a waterfall, and matched with her beautiful face, she was indescribably beautiful and charming.

Murong Jie glanced at it, then turned his gaze away.

Zian realized that this action was a bit indecent, and in this day and age, it was too particular.

She took out her handkerchief, tied up her hair, walked up to Murong Jie and said: "My lord, you are tired too, go back and rest first."

Holding a cup of tea in his hand, Murong Jie said calmly, "I want to blow some wind here."

Zian sat on the stone steps of the pavilion, stretched out his hand and tugged at the hem of his skirt, but didn't make a sound.

Murong Jie looked at her sideways, "Are you really Wen Yi's successor?"

Zian smiled, "No!"

Murong Jie was taken aback, "You are so courageous."

Zi'an looked at him and said boldly: "My lord, my ministers have no background, and all their medical skills are self-taught, but these words can be said to the lord, but not to others, otherwise, I will not be able to stay and continue to treat King Liang at all. Your Highness."

Murong Jie snorted, raised his handsome face, and the arc of his chin looked a little conceited and arrogant, "Obviously, your lies will only make people think you can't be trusted. You boast that you are the heir of Wen Yi, and others will know it's not true as soon as they hear it." of."