Chapter 82 Dust

Yin Zhaoyu was shocked, and his heart trembled even more. He turned his face and said, "Mom, these are just some rumors. Why should I take them seriously? My mother just came back from the frontier and listened to some people's gossip. I didn't have time to verify them. Why did I believe these words?"

"Gums? I'm afraid that's not the case? She lingers in the brothel at night and attracted the killing of a group of patriotic warriors. This is self-inflicted, and she promised you to her because she wanted to see her son's happiness. She didn't know how to cherish it. She left her newly married waiter alone and flirted with wild flowers and weeds. She was really too much.

"Mother, the emperor is the king, and I am the minister. How can you say that about the emperor? Moreover, the emperor's encounter was not caused by flowers and plants, but to take the child to enjoy the scenery. She was injured to protect the child. How can you not distinguish between black and white and turn right and wrong?

"Jun? Minister? It's extremely sad to have such an emperor in Dajing, and don't forget, how did your mother deal with you at the beginning? Do you think you won't know if you put everything down? The people sent by my mother are not only by your side, but also by her side. She is a brothel at night and doesn't think about the country. Even if she is not sick, my mother will not let her continue to be the emperor!"

"Mother! You...you...you said such rebellious words, we are ministers!" Yin Zhaoyu looked at Yin Xiuzhen in disbelief. He shook his head. The mother in front of him was so strange that she, who had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, instantly emerged.

"Is it a great rebellion?" Yin Xiuzhen laughed and said, "I've been busy for the Great Jing Kingdom for half my life, but what did I get? What I got was that I had to kneel down when I saw her. What I got was my loyalty all my life. I didn't even have a heirloom daughter. What I got was the suspicion of the emperor and the scolding of the people. What did I get? You say, you say..."

"Mom, are you... are you really... thinking..." as Chuanfang said?

"What do you want? Don't forget whose son you are. Do you know that I will get the same thing that the Great Jing Dynasty owes us? As long as you give an order, the sergeants in the border will turn to the imperial court. As long as you stamp your feet, the court will be cloudy and rainy for three days! Listen to your mother. The emperor won't live long. After her death, you will be the lord of the imperial palace. According to the ancestral system, if the lord of the imperial palace has nothing to do, you have to succeed to the current emperor. My mother has contacted the seventh prince and like Jing Yu as the emperor. You should be mentally prepared as soon as possible.

Yin Zhaoyu's eyes widened with shock. He looked at Yin Xiuzhen as if he didn't know her. He opened his mouth and couldn't say a word for a long time. Yin Xiuzhen took a look at him. Seeing him like this, he was also a little reluctant. He came over and helped him and said, "Yuer, why don't you listen to your mother so much? Isn't everything my mother did for you? Do you know, mother, if you are over half a hundred years old, what are you still fighting for? Name? Is it profitable? I can't take it away after my mother dies. All this is for you.

"Mother, the child will not follow the girl of the world. The mother does not understand what the child is doing. The child only knows that in this life, the child is a person of Jing Li, and death is the ghost of Jing Li!"

"You...you...you are so angry! Alas! Yin Ping, take a good look at the young master. If the young master has anything, you can go down and bury him. Three words of discord, as soon as she shook her sleeves, Yin Xiuzhen turned around and left.

Yin Ping trembled in a corner of the hall. As soon as he heard Yin Xiuzhen's roar, he hurriedly rolled and crawled out and kowtowed, "Yes! Yes, I'm the slave!"

When Yin Xiuzhen left, Yin Zhaoyu seemed to have been drained out of his body. He slowly bent down and knelt on the ground. His fingers were cold, and his heart was even cold and scary. Why? Why? My mother turned out to be a treacherous minister.

Why does he still have the face to meet the emperor, and why does he still have the face to meet the people of the world? What to do? What is he going to do?

Tears slid down his face. Yin Ping, who looked at it, was heartbroken. He quickly reached out and wiped his tears and comforted him, "Master, don't be sad. The old master has said that all this is for your own good. Anyway, the old master still loves you."

"She only loves power, she only loves interests, and she only loves herself!" Yin Zhaoyu roared loudly. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Yin Ping could only cry silently and accompany him.

Yin Xiuzhen, who was angry, returned to the house from the palace. The housekeepers immediately came up. They poured tea, untied the cloak, and entertained extremely thoughtful. Yin Xiuzhen looked around and asked, "Where is the dust man?"

The housekeeper immediately came forward and said, "Master, Qingchen came back and went to the back garden. Now he is playing the piano."

"Puncing the piano? She is so elegant!" Yin Xiuzhen snorted coldly, and then took another step and walked to the back garden. The prime minister's mansion was very large, and the pavilions and pavilions turned around. After a while, when he was about to reach the back garden, a melodious sound of the piano sounded, which made Yin Xiuzhen speed up her pace again!

"Qingchen, Qingfa..." Yin Xiuzhen walked over with a smile, sat at the stone table with Qingchen, reached out and patted her hand, and immediately said, "Ah, your hands are so cold. Why don't you wear a cloak? You are really, so careless."

"Dear-in-law mother! The dust is fine!" With a slight smile, Qingchen stopped playing the piano, and then put the piano away again. Yin Xiuzhen was silent and said, "Qingchen, do you see the emperor's illness? Is it true?"

Qingchen lowered his head and smiled, and turned to look at Yin Xiuzhen and said, "Daimu, it's true that the emperor is sick, but... Qingchen is very strange. Her pulse is very strange. Judging from the surface of the pulse, it is true that she will not die soon, but..."

"But what is it?" Yin Xiuzhen asked in a hurry. Qingchen turned his face and smiled indifferently, "Ha ha, my adoptive mother, it's nothing. You don't have to worry. No matter how different her pulse is, as long as she takes the medicine that Qingchen just prescribed for her, she can't use it for a long time. As soon as Qingchen goes to diagnose and treat her, she knows whether her disease is good or bad."

"It turns out that Chen'er has been thinking about the original for a long time, or Chen'er's heart is towards the original!" Yin Xiuzhen smiled and held Qingchen's hand tightly in his hand. Qingchen lowered his head and smiled and said to himself. Yin Xiuzhen looked at her a few times and said, "Yes, if the emperor is fake, with Qingchen's medical skills, he will definitely turn it into a fake?"

"Turning into a fake?" Qingchen was stunned. She slowly raised her head and looked at Yin Xiuzhen puzzledly and said, "Qingchen doesn't understand what the adoptive mother means. Is it... to..."

"Hehe!" Yin Xiuzhen smiled mysteriously. She stood up with her hands on her back and looked at the beautiful scenery in the back garden and said, "When you were saving the dust, you were less than ten years old at that time!" More than ten years have passed since I turned around. I have been in the war for half of my life and worked hard all my life, but if the emperor pretends to be seriously ill, she must have a different heart for me. How can I keep her?