The Regent's Tender Darling

Cining Palace.

It was the time when the concubines and concubines of the various palaces came to pay their respects, but today, the Queen Mother sent someone to pass the news to the Sixth Palace.

The Queen Mother is ill and needs to rest, so there is no need for other palaces to come to pay their respects.

At this time, the Queen Mother who was in the palace was neatly dressed and didn't look ill at all. She was sitting on a precious chair in the palace, as if she was waiting for someone.

Everyone in the palace knew that the Queen Mother liked to be quiet. If nothing happened, she would never let people come into the palace to see her, let alone wait in the palace early.

What kind of person does this have to be that the Queen Mother pays so much attention to?

Although everyone in Cining Palace had speculations, no one dared to say more, and everyone was doing their own thing.

Aunt Fang stood beside the Queen Mother, looking towards the door and frowning.

Yesterday, a message came from outside the palace. Today, the Queen Mother got up very early, changed from the plain clothes she used to worship Buddha, and put on a dignified and decent palace dress.

I've been sitting here for half an hour and still no one has come.

Thinking of this, Aunt Fang glanced at the Queen Mother, who was twisting Buddha beads in her hands and closing her eyes to rest in peace. She bowed and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I'll go outside and take a look."

"Um."

The Queen Mother responded, and after receiving permission, Nanny Fang hurried out. It wasn't until she walked out of the scarlet gate of Cining Palace that she saw a young eunuch leading people this way.

I saw the little eunuch bowing respectfully and leading the way. Next to the little eunuch was an old man wearing a blue robe, white hair and white beard, and an immortal spirit.

Especially the sandalwood whisk held in his hand makes people feel like an old god descending to earth.

At this time, the Queen Mother, who was sitting in the main hall, slowly opened her eyes and stopped twisting the beads in her hands.

He looked towards the door as if he knew something, but there was no one walking around the door.

Staring at the door frame, she couldn't help but think of many past events. If it hadn't been for the Taiping Taoist, she wouldn't have been the Queen Mother.

In the autumn of the forty-first year of Yan Zhao, Emperor Yan Zhao was seriously ill and bedridden. The princes in the palace were killed one after another. At that time, there were only three people who could compete for the throne.

One is the less favored Prince of the East Palace, born to her biological sister, the second is her adopted son Yan Anzhi, and the third is the lowly Prince Duan.

As for the once extremely popular eleventh prince An Wang, he has already become a joke in the capital. Even Concubine Yu, who was favored by the Sixth Palace, has been grounded by the late emperor for more than a year.

Changchun Palace is the queen's bedroom, which was her palace back then.

"Empress, Your Majesty is getting worse and worse now. I think your Majesty should have made plans early." Aunt Liu looked sad and gently squeezed the Queen's shoulders.

She squinted her eyes and enjoyed the cool breeze being fanned by the silent Nanny Fang on the other side. Compared to Nanny Liu's worry, Nanny Fang looked indifferent.

She said: "The crown prince's succession is inevitable. No matter what I do, it will be in vain."

"My Majesty, even though His Highness the Crown Prince is your sister's son, I still call you my concubine, but after all, it's because I'm separated by a belly. And the prince is not young anymore. I'm afraid that you won't be able to control me by then."

As she spoke, Aunt Liu glanced at the closed door again and whispered: "Brother Zhi is still young now, and Master Shangshu also thinks it is better to cure him."

At this point, she couldn't help but glance at Nanny Liu and asked, "Are you from this palace or from Zhao Quan?"

Aunt Liu looked startled, then realized what she was doing, and knelt down quickly and said: "Of course I belong to the empress, and Lord Shangshu is my biological brother. I came to see the old slave yesterday, and he only brought me to the empress on behalf of Lord Shangshu." talk."

After saying these words in one breath, there were beads of sweat on Nanny Liu's forehead. She didn't know whether it was because of the heat or because she was frightened.