She just happened to meet the dancing girl who entered the palace. She was just bored and wanted to have fun. Who knew she would encounter such fun things.
Suddenly, everyone looked at Wan Ling...
Wei Mingfeng didn't expect Wan Ling to come. She also wanted to know what would have happened if Wan Ling hadn't entered the palace as the dancer.
Just listen to Wan Ling say to Wei Mingfeng: "No need to thank me, this matter has been solved, you have to practice dancing with me."
"Practice martial arts? I don't know how to fly over walls, nor do I know how to float on water with Qinggong. I don't know how to kill people with Qigong..." Wei Mingfeng raised his eyebrows at her and said, "But villains often bully people." , I should practice martial arts well from now on."
Wan Ling suddenly laughed and thought this little girl was so funny, so she just said: "Dancing dance."
Wei Mingfeng was stunned. This skill of hers could still be used in ancient times. Life really surprises her at every turn.
Laibao took the note and checked that there was nothing unusual before sending it to the emperor.
After the emperor saw it, deep anger rose in his eyes. Someone asked the dancing girl to embarrass Wei Mingfeng in public and make her behave inappropriately in front of the palace. There will be a heavy reward afterwards.
Unexpectedly, the other party misjudged Wei Mingfeng's ability and made a joke instead.
At this time, the emperor had begun to suspect Mu Renhui, who had a grudge against Wei Mingfeng, and the empress dowager, who had just deliberately made things difficult for Wei Mingfeng.
It just so happened that both women were from the Mu clan.
The emperor had long warned Concubine Hui that Wei Mingfeng was the only bloodline of the Wei family, and the Nangong royal family could not do anything that would chill people's hearts. If she still refused to listen, then she could not tolerate it.
Suddenly, the emperor was heard saying angrily: "Here comes someone."
The commander of the Royal Forest Army appeared, and the emperor said again: "Go and bring the dancing girl in."
"Le'er, please accompany the soldiers from the Northern Dynasty for a walk," Wan Ling said.
At this time, I saw the "dancing girl" who had just played the pipa giving the order: "Yes, Your Majesty."
Wan Ling just wanted to come and dance and then leave. The dancer had already been brought into the palace by her guards. She originally wanted to change back to her identity after the dance.
She also got the note after entering the palace, so she continued to play out the play and confirmed that the person behind the scenes must be in the palace.
And just now she saw the Queen Mother making things difficult for a little girl behind the curtain, but the palace maid showed her the way and disappeared.
The Empress Dowager sat aside, her palms suddenly sweating. After the imperial guards left, the child nanny behind her also quietly retreated.
Just as Mother Tong retreated from the side to the door, unexpectedly, a small figure suddenly rushed out.
I saw the little prince bumping into grandma with a naive step, and suddenly fell down, and suddenly started crying.
Everyone looked at the little prince. The Queen Mother was the first to get angry and said angrily: "What's going on? You're so reckless..."
"Royal grandmother, chicken legs, chicken legs, my chicken legs fell off...brother snatched my chicken legs...wuwuwu..."
I saw Huo Zhaoyi hurriedly picked up her son and apologized with a low eyebrow: "It's all my fault. I didn't take care of the little prince. Please forgive me, the Queen Mother, and please forgive me, Your Majesty."
"Yu'er, Nan'er, please kowtow to your Imperial Grandmother. Don't disturb the Imperial Grandmother..."
"..."
Concubine Hui gave Huo Zhaoyi a cold look. She felt both hateful and funny. She hated that a merchant's daughter deserved to give birth to two little princes. What was funny was that after Huo Zhaoyi gave birth to two sons, the emperor only promoted her to Zhaoyi. Both of his sons are too stupid to be princes, which really insults their status.
