My Wife Is The Villain Shark King

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Now the weather is hot, and many things are prone to mold and rot. Although there are many people serving in the palace, they are not cleaned everywhere, especially when the emperor has just died, everyone is concerned about fighting. However, this area is very close to the emperor's palace, and it is often visited by nobles, so it is reasonable to say that there is no problem.

Jiang Chaosheng took a sniff, and only smelled the fragrance of the flowers and trees by the roadside. It rained yesterday, and there was a faint smell of mud: "What is the smell? But the smell of the father's body?"

The weather is very hot, but there are a lot of ice cubes in the palace where the coffins are parked, and the body has not yet begun to emit a distinct smell, but Ji Xuanbing is a merman, so his sense of smell may be more sensitive.

"No, it's not the smell of the corpse, or the smelly fish and rags. I smelled it when your brother came over." Ji Xuanbing couldn't remember what it smelled for a while.

"I have a lot of brothers, which brother are you talking about." The emperor died, and almost all the princes in the capital who could come came. The original owner was the eleventh prince, but not the youngest one. The older one is in his thirties, and the younger is only a few years old.

There are hundreds of people in the mourning hall, including concubines, princes and grandsons, and brothers of the old emperor. Jiang Chaosheng is sure that there is only one dead person here, and those standing there and kneeling there are all living people.

Ji Xuanbing frowned, obviously disliking the smell in his memory: "There are several of them, some very smelly, some a little bit."

He approached Jiang Chaosheng, buried his face in his clothes, and took a deep breath: "You don't have such a smell on your body." Your husband's body is always clean, with that very light herbal fragrance.

"Eleventh brother." A low and clear male voice interrupted their conversation.

Jiang Chaosheng looked up, and it was his third emperor brother who caught his eye. It turned out that he and Ji Xuanbing were walking and said that the two of them had arrived at the palace where the imperial concubine was.

He didn't say anything to the third prince, and only put down Ji Xuanbing's hand, which he was holding secretly: "It's not a place to talk outside, we'll go in and talk about anything."

They entered the palace, and the imperial concubine was waiting inside. She changed the gorgeous dress in the past and chose the most plain clothes to wear, but she has a bright face, and she looks beautiful no matter how simple she wears.

"My son has lost a lot of weight after going out for a year, and he has become darker." When he saw Jiang Chaosheng, the imperial concubine's eyes suddenly turned red. But in fact, the redness of the eye circles is made with blush, and the paleness is due to the application of a lot of powder.

After so many years, the newcomers in the palace have changed from batch to batch. The imperial concubine has long known what kind of virtue the person next to her pillow is. She only cares about her two children, and the youngest son was sent so far by her own father. After the place, she completely gave up on the latter.

Jiang Chaosheng was a little uncomfortable. Although he received the memories more or less, those memories were like watching flowers at a glance. It was similar to watching a long movie. There was no deep sense of substitution. In addition, his personality was different, which was doomed. It is impossible for him to be as close to the concubine as the original owner. I

He moved his lips and called out softly, "Mother concubine."

The imperial concubine continued to wipe her tears with the veil: "You blame me and your brother? You are unwilling to be as close to me as before." It's just been a year, and the younger son seems to have changed a lot. He is no longer squeamish and arrogant, and he is mature and stable. Not a lot.