Lu Qingtang was not annoyed. She picked up her waist, took a deep breath, stepped forward and hit Bingyun in the face.
There was a loud "pop" sound, causing other palace residents to step back.
Lu Qingtang pointed at Bingyun with his finger and said angrily: "Don't try to trick me, Princess Chen. King Chen has three advantages and two disadvantages. Even ten of your lives are not enough to compensate you!"
A slap mark immediately appeared on Bingyun's face, which was very conspicuous on the snow-white face.
Being beaten in front of so many people, she was naturally a little embarrassed, but she was facing Lu Qingtang and she did not dare to fight back.
"I don't understand what Princess Chen is talking about, but this is your mother-in-law's territory after all. As a daughter-in-law, you shouldn't be so domineering." Bingyun looked directly at Lu Qingtang's ugly face, his eyes full of darkness.
Lu Qingtang snorted coldly, grabbed her neck, raised his knees and kicked her in the abdomen.
Although he is not a practicing martial artist, he is aware of people's weaknesses and knows where to kick and where it hurts the most.
Bingyun didn't react the moment his neck was strangled, and he collapsed to the ground after being kicked in the abdomen.
"Ah, it hurts so much, please help, ah..."
She was writhing on the ground in pain.
Seeing this, the rest of the palace people didn't even dare to step forward to help Bingyun up. They all froze in place, watching Bingyun curl up on the ground holding his stomach, each of his faces looking uglier than the last.
Lu Qingtang raised his hand and said, "Su Mu, let's go and see Concubine Ning and ask her about the upbringing in Qingquan Palace!"
Su Mu quickly stepped forward to help Lu Qingtang, and the master and servant walked into Qingquan Palace in front of everyone's eyes, as if they were in a deserted place.
As soon as he arrived in front of the main hall, he saw Mo Zeshen kneeling in the hot sun. The sweat on his head fell drop by drop and disappeared as soon as it landed on the ground, which showed how hot the day was.
Lu Qingtang stepped forward quickly, while Mo Zeshen's face was flushed and he was breathing heavily, as if he had suffered a heat stroke.
His head was covered with sweat, and a large piece of clothes on his chest was wet. Lu Qingtang's heart was tugged when they looked at each other.
"What are you kneeling here for? It's so hot, what if you get heat stroke?" Lu Qingtang said, bending down to help him up, and Su Mu also helped him on the other side.
However, Mo Zeshen refused to get up. He swallowed and said breathlessly: "My mother-in-law said that if I kneel for three hours, she will forgive me. There is still half an hour, so I will hold on..."
"Hold on, you're going to die if you keep exposing yourself to the sun any longer!" Lu Qingtang couldn't help but say dirty words.
He bent down and raised his hand to give his Qihai point. Mo Ze collapsed to the ground and let Lu Qingtang and Su Mu help him to the corridor beside him.
Lu Qingtang reached out and opened Mo Zeshen's collar, quickly fanned him with his hands, and then asked Su Mu to go to the kitchen of Qingquan Palace to find salt and water to replenish Mo Zeshen's salt.
Su Mu left in response, but turned around and bumped into Concubine Ning.
"I've met Concubine Ning." Su Mu saluted Concubine Ning, and then left quickly to find the kitchen of Qingquan Palace.
Even though Lu Qingtang, who was fanning Mo Zeshen, heard the sound, he still pretended not to see it and quickly asked Mo Zeshen, "Are you feeling dizzy, sick, and vomiting? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere else?"
Mo Zeshen didn't answer her, he just looked at her anxious face, then shook his head, unable to hide the nostalgia in his eyes.
"That's fine. Let's go back to Longqing Palace later and I'll make you some mung bean soup." Lu Qingtang kept flapping his hands, wishing he could put on a motor so that she wouldn't get tired.
At this time, Concubine Ning walked to the corridor and sneered: "Mo Zeshen, is this what you call filial piety? I haven't knelt for three hours yet."
"Mother, I'm very dizzy, can you try another day..."
Mo Ze gritted his teeth and answered Concubine Ning's words with some frustration, but before he could finish his words, Lu Qingtang immediately interrupted him.
"Someday, I will never stop kneeling. I like to kneel so much. Let's go home and kneel slowly. We are still happy to kneel, but for some people, even if we kneel for ten years, we still won't be able to show any sincerity. Why humiliate yourself!"
Lu Qingtang turned his face slightly, glanced at Concubine Ning behind him, and scolded Mo Zeshen angrily.
This is a typical criticism, and anyone with any brain can hear it.
However, Concubine Ning was not angry. Instead, she said: "Princess Chen, why should you be angry? Be careful about the child in your belly, otherwise you will never have anything to rely on."
She was fanning herself with a fan in her hand, looking contented.
Lu Qingtang raised his head and saw the fan at a glance. Didn't this come to his door?
She stood up quickly and snatched the fan from Concubine Ning's hand. Concubine Ning was stunned for a moment and froze in place.
She watched helplessly as Lu Qingtang grabbed her fan, waved the fan in her hand, and fanned Mo Zeshen.
Bingyun, who had just been kicked to the ground, wanted to step forward and take back the fan, but was frightened by Lu Qingtang's look and backed into the corner.
She never wanted to taste that feeling again.
"Thank you, concubine, for knowing that I was short of a fan, so I sent you a fan. It seems that concubine still loves you very much, just like your own son." Lu Qingtang smiled sarcastically and said to Mo Zeshen.
Mo Ze didn't understand the meaning, but seeing that Lu Qingtang was sweating from the heat, he quickly raised his hand to wipe her sweat.
However, Concubine Ning heard it and immediately took two steps back, her face becoming very ugly.
Does this ugly guy know something?
How did she know?
"I'm fine. Are you feeling better now? Are you still dizzy? Can you stand up?" Lu Qingtang asked Mo Zeshen while looking around, "Why are you looking for some salt for this sappan?" So long! Qingquan Palace is so poor that it doesn’t even have salt!"
Concubine Ning felt very uncomfortable after hearing this. She gritted her teeth and said angrily: "Lu Qingtang, what do you mean by this!"
"Me scolding my maid seems to have nothing to do with Concubine Ning, right?" Lu Qingtang looked at Concubine Ning with an innocent face.
Concubine Ning immediately froze, and after Mo Ze listened deeply, an imperceptible smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of the woman in front of him who was venting his anger for her.
At this time, Su Mu came back with a bowl, "Here comes the princess."
Lu Qingtang quickly took the bowl and fed the water in the bowl to Mo Zeshen.
Mo Zeshen took a sip first, frowned, then took another sip, and was no longer willing to take a fourth sip.
"I know salt water doesn't taste good. You have to drink some to replenish electrolytes." Lu Qingtang said bitterly.
Then Mo Zeshen couldn't listen to a word and shook his head, his face as bitter as a bitter melon.
Looking at Mo Zeshen's expression, Lu Qingtang immediately lowered his head and took a sip of the water in the bowl.
"Pfft", Lu Qingtang spurted out all the water in his mouth.
Su Mu looked at her in confusion, "What's wrong? Isn't there enough salt?"
Lu Qingtang put down the bowl with a grimace, smiled at her, and reached out to pat her shoulder, "Su Mu, promise me, from now on we will starve to death and never leave the kitchen, okay?"
Su Mu: "..."
These words made Mo Zeshen laugh, and a smile appeared on his pale face, which made Lu Qingtang feel more at ease.
It should be okay.
