Chapter 11 Stealing Incense

"But...but..." The wet nurse wanted to say something, but was stared back by Yin Xiuzhen with a cold look. She looked at the depths of the garden with satisfaction, and then turned around and left. However, as soon as she left, Jing Li immediately let go of Yin Zhaoyu. His face was still crimson.

"Are you all right?" There was an evil smile on the corners of her mouth and looked at Yin Zhaoyu with a bad face. She licked the corners of her mouth like a fishy cat. Yin Zhaoyu's face suddenly burned. He bowed slightly and said, "Your Highness... Your Highness, Zhaoyu is not feeling well. Let's go first!"

Then he didn't give Jing Li a chance to react. He turned around and suddenly ran to the backyard. Jing Li was slightly stunned and suddenly remembered his so-called physical discomfort. He couldn't help laughing and roared at his background: "Hey, Zhaoyu, remember that the day after tomorrow is our wedding night!"

"Bum!" It was not surprising that in a panic, he hit the branch stretched out on the edge of the bluestone road, and provoked a string of silver bells of laughter behind him.

"Your Highness, won't you chase it?" Linglong had never seen Jing Li face the fleeing beautiful man without chasing him. She couldn't help leaning up curiously and asked in a low voice. Jing Li shook his head with a smile and said, "Chasing? Ha ha, no need! Go back to the palace!"

"Yes!" Curiously, she looked at Jing Li again. Linglong turned away with her and looked at the new face. From a time, all this face was full of anger, as if everyone had made her unhappy. But now, that intimidating expression has been replaced by a smile! Your Highness is really trying to change. She really recognizes it. That's great!

When she returned to the palace, she shook all the way, and with the high sunshine, Jing Li, who was sitting in the soft sedan chair, suddenly felt tired, which made herself a little drowsy. As soon as she arrived at the uterus, she ordered people not to disturb her. At noon, she wanted to take a nap, but the sky did not follow people's wishes. She just went out for a long time, but she didn't The consent, pulling her high decibel voice, chirping all the way.

"Your Highness, Your Highness... It's not good, it's not good." Far away, she heard her frightened shouts. Jing Li sat up excitedly, and the door was pushed open. Fortunately, Jing Li had foresight and reached out to cover his ears to avoid the danger of tinnitus.

And Linglong rushed to the room, knelt down there with a fluttering sound, and cried helplessly. Jing Li was shocked by her, and the emperor's boots ran over without having time to wear bare feet. Linglong sobbed intermittently and said, "Your Highness, Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

"What's wrong with the emperor? Say it quickly!" In a faint time, a strong bad feeling suddenly surged in my heart, and I couldn't help holding Linglong's hand harder. Linglong recovered: "The emperor has passed away."

"What?" Although Jing Li was already prepared, it was still difficult to accept the news when he heard the news from Linglong. The amiable mother yesterday, the family affection she only experienced yesterday, and the first sentence of her life yesterday, and how could it be gone today?

"No! No..." Jing Li shouted in a low voice, turned around and ran out of the room. Linglong wiped her tears and stood up to follow. Thinking of Jing Li's appearance, she immediately shouted in surprise, "Your Highness, wait for me, your imperial boots haven't been worn yet."

But at this time, Jing Li took so much care of it. Fortunately, the royal road was smooth and did not make her feel any discomfort. She ran all the way to the Taihe Hall. When she got there, the men in the Taihe Hall had knelt down in the yard. They were all low. With his head, his face is very sad.

It was the first time that Jing Li saw so many men when he came to the palace. He couldn't help looking at them a few more. They were all beautiful men. They were not very old. Most of them were in their twenties and thirties. These men's eyes were red and swollen. When they saw Jing Li looking at them, they all lowered their heads with embarrassment.

"Your Highness, your royal boots!" Linglong ran all the way out of breath, which brought back Jing Li's thoughts. She turned her head and looked at Linglong, remembered that she had come to see the emperor, and immediately turned around and walked to the inner hall.

When Linglong saw that she turned her head and left without taking her boots, she immediately ran to Jing Li's side in a hurry. Just as Jing Li entered the hall, Linglong caught up with her and choked with a boot and said, "Your Highness, how can your feet go through such a toss? Put on the imperial boots first!"

Jing Li was silent, and there was no sound for a long time. It seemed that even a needle could be heard in the hall. Linglong raised her head and saw a woman kneeling in a room wearing a green robe and a silver phoenix. There were more than a dozen people.

Among these more than a dozen people, Jing Li only knew the third prince Jing Yun, but she knew that the royal clans took the phoenix as the symbol, and the women in blue and silver phoenix were all royal clans, and these people used the symbol of the phoenix to distinguish their identities.

Just like the third prince Jing Yun, the direction of the phoenix's wings is in the middle, which means that he is the prince of the royal family and the same family as the current saint, and among them, there are actually three or four distinctions.

Jing Li couldn't tell who these were. She turned her face away and looked at the serene and thin woman. Her tears fell down without warning. One by one, even she couldn't tell why she was crying so sad.