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Chapter 389 Tongue Sword

The meaning of these concubines here is also very obvious. The emperor specially summoned them and their wife today. These people were waiting on this necessary road, just waiting for them.

Duanmu Beiyao led Luo Qingxin over.

Luo Qingxin lowered her head slightly, and when she turned her eyes, she looked at all the concubines present. However, she was not clear about the status and identity of these people. Besides, with Duanmu Beiyao in front of her, she didn't need to say anything.

Duanmu Beiyao covered his lips and coughed lightly. He performed the courtesy. Although his voice was weak, he was very moderate. He said, "Beiyao and his wife have met all the ladies!"

Luo Qingxin squatted slightly behind her and bowed.

A voice laughed and said, "Bei Yao, it's the first time we have seen your princess for half a year. It's true that you are a charming person. No wonder you have to hide in the mansion and not take it out!"

Duanmu Beiyao coughed twice before saying, "When Empress Shufei was laughing, Beiyao has been... unwell all the time... she stayed in the door and did not go out. Qingxin served me with illness and had no time to take care of him. She should have... come to pay homage to all the ladies!"

When Luo Qingxin heard that he called this man, Concubine Shu, immediately understood that this was the mother of the eldest prince and one of the four concubines in the palace. Since he was the mother of the eldest prince, he should be about forty years old, but he was well maintained and did not look old.

A person next to him smiled and said, "The emperor has mentioned more than once that although Bei Yao has been in a marriage, his illness has often occurred, but it is better than before. It seems that this joy is still very useful!"

This is not very nice, only Xiao Duanmu Beiyao is a sick person, and the princess Luo Qingxin is just married into the house, and it is incomparable to other princesses.

Duanmu Beiyao said lightly but without any politeness: "Listen to the words of Concubine Xian, is the Empress going to marry a concubine for the Fourth Emperor's brother?"

This is the mother of Duanmu Chiye.

She was stunned when she heard Duanmu Beiyao's words. She turned her head and saw a concubine next to her covering her lips and laughing. She immediately understood that she was just smiling. Duanmu Beiyao was sick and wanted to marry a concubine and cheerfully. Duanmu Beiyao asked her if she wanted to marry a concubine for Chi Ye. She was so sinister.

If she says yes, wouldn’t it mean that Chi Ye also needs to be happy?

If she said no, she would still suffer a secret loss, but Duanmu Beiyao asked calmly and looked polite. She couldn't find anything wrong with her face, and her face turned dark.

She originally wanted to fight back, but Duanmu Beiyao suddenly coughed without warning. The cough was so thrilling that it was a bloodless face, and a morbid red color, as if she couldn't even breathe.

Even though Luo Qingxin knew that he was not really coughing, it was too realistic. She was so blessed that she hurriedly reached out and stroked his back gently, as if helping him to calm his anger.

Duanmu Beiyao felt Luo Qingxin's hand patting his back very happily. He quickly pulled out a scarf from his sleeve, hid it on the corner of his lips, and waved his hand, "I don't... it's not intrusive!"

However, the veil she took away still showed a very obvious red color.

The concubines were originally going to speak, but when they saw this, no one spoke.

If someone said something wrong, the reason why King Rui coughed up blood might fall on himself, wouldn’t he beg for trouble?
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