Lu Huiling picked up a smooth horn comb, engraved with peach blossoms and inlaid with tempered emeralds. She looked overjoyed.

"Mom, why have I never seen you use it before?" Lu Huiling asked curiously.

Mrs. Lu took the horn comb and rubbed the patterns on it with her hands with a smile. She recalled the past carefully and said: "This is the comb my mother used to comb my hair on the day I got married, because it came from a very far away place."

Once you get married, you will always keep it with you..."

"Mom has been keeping it for fear that it would break." Mrs. Lu said, tears were about to fall from the corners of her eyes again. "To this day, I still remember my mother's instructions and instructions to me on the day I got married.

Songs sung. After you were born, I have been thinking about how I would feel on the day I comb your hair and get you married..."

Lu Huiling looked at the comb and remembered what Aunt Xulan said when she was combing her hair just now, and she instantly had mixed feelings.

As soon as Mrs. Lu mentioned this matter, she couldn't help crying again.

In the past, she always thought that her daughter Hui Ling would one day grow up and get married. When she was a child and she studied with the children of those aristocratic families, Mrs. Lu secretly searched for a son with good conduct who could marry her precious daughter Hui Ling.

Later, she learned that Lu Huiling liked Qi Jingqin, and Mrs. Lu was not upset. At that time, she vowed to marry Lu Gaohong, and her old father, who was a businessman, did not allow it, but she still married and lived happily in the end.

Mrs. Lu did not object to Lu Huiling's affection for Qi Jingqin, but she was always worried that her love would be fruitless. Now that Lu Huiling had become the emperor's concubine, there was no decent wedding, which made Mrs. Lu feel very uncomfortable.

"Mom, do you still remember the song you sang when you were combing your hair on your wedding day?" Lu Huiling took the horn comb and fiddled with it in her hands, her eyes full of joy and yearning.

Mrs. Lu was slightly stunned when she looked at her yearning look, and suddenly remembered that Hui Ling was already a concubine, but she had not yet combed her hair.

"Remember." That's not to say that I remember. When they are acquaintances, they always talk about the children in their families. Now their daughters will get married when they get old. It is said that according to traditional etiquette, when they get married, they ask for their mother.

Those who comb their hair personally have also learned about such songs secretly.

"Mom, please comb my hair for me." Lu Huiling hesitated again and again before saying this.

As the eldest daughter of the prime minister's house, she should have been dressed in red when she got married, and the long street was covered with red carpets. The person who married him should have been dressed in a slender red wedding dress, with handsome features, and a little affection when he looked at her.

There were cheers, and the maids and servants in the prime minister's house were dressed in red and distributed wedding candies. The daughter of the prime minister's married woman should be recorded in teahouses and restaurants. The next part of the old storyteller's prediction of the future should be her happy love story.

But now, he married into the palace alone, with no betrothal gifts, but huge rewards. In order to prevent others from gossiping, the emperor did not tell the world, and the prime minister's office did not mention it at all. For a girl who grew up proudly, he only fantasized about it.

She could ask her mother to comb her long hair once.

Lu Huiling sat in front of the dressing table, facing the bronze mirror, and took off the heavy headdress little by little. The moment she untied her bun, her black hair fell down like a waterfall. She used to look like this when she woke up in the boudoir.

She looks like a girl, but her eyes are much less beautiful than before.

Mrs. Lu held the horn comb and almost fainted from crying when she saw this scene. The grandmother behind her also had tears in her eyes.

Mrs. Lu raised the horn comb, inserted it into the hair on the top of Lu Huiling's head, and slowly combed it down. She suppressed her sobs and her body couldn't help but tremble. She said: "One comb... comb it until...

tail…"

Hearing this sentence, Lu Huiling's tears couldn't stop flowing down. She used to think that if she could hear this sentence in her lifetime, it would be when she married her husband happily, but she didn't want to

Now that she has become the emperor's concubine, even if she shares the throne with Ruoshui Sanqian, the person she likes has already married someone else.

On that day, when Liang Huanqing got married, she was sitting in front of the bronze mirror with the red word "Happiness" on it, while Xi Niang combed her hair and recited a ballad.

"Second comb...white hair reaching eyebrows..." Mrs. Lu cried so hard that she couldn't help herself. She should have been crying with joy when she was combing her daughter's hair, but now she was really distressed, and felt sorry for Lu Huiling's unsatisfactory ending.

"Three combs..." Mrs. Lu's hand holding the horn comb couldn't stop shaking. Tears streamed down her face, but she continued to comb it.

"That's enough." Lu Huiling said, "Mom, that's enough here."

Lu Huiling couldn't help crying. She turned around and held Mrs. Lu's hand. The mother and daughter looked at each other with devastated eyes: "Mother, my daughter is unfilial."

Mrs. Lu cried and shook her head, wanting to say something, but she was already sobbing and speechless.

"Mom, please go and ask Aunt Xulan to comb my hair for me." Lu Huiling turned to the mammy behind Mrs. Lu and ordered.

Xu Lan hurriedly came in and combed Lu Huiling's hair. After tidying up, it was time for the palace door to be unlocked.

"It's getting late, my daughter is going back to the palace." Lu Huiling wiped away the tears on Mrs. Lu's cheeks and said softly.

Mrs. Lu nodded, with a look of reluctance on her face: "Hui Ling, when is the palace banquet, my mother will come to see you again."

"Yeah." Lu Huiling responded and quickly turned around to go back to the palace.

She was worried that delaying the key to the palace gate for too long would give Concubine Mei an opportunity to take advantage of her. She would have to go to Qinzheng Hall to accompany the emperor to see the memorial tomorrow morning, so she had to rest early tonight.

Aunt Xulan didn't understand what they were talking about inside, why her hair came down while talking, but this was a matter for the masters anyway. She helped Lu Huiling to walk out of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When they arrived at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Lu Gaohong and Lu Chen stood in the side room and looked at her, as if they didn't want to show up. Separation is always inevitable. Lu Huiling knew that they didn't want to see this scene, so she stopped and walked towards the side room.

He said solemnly: "My daughter is gone, dad, take care of yourself."

Auntie helped Mrs. Lu take Lu Huiling all the way to the door. Mrs. Lu was crying so hard that she couldn't straighten up. Auntie was hugging her, for fear that she would fall down in the next second.

"Mom, don't give it away." Lu Huiling turned around and looked at Mrs. Lu, unable to bear her tossing her any more, "Take care of yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Ning Xue took advantage of the time when Xu Lan went in to comb Lu Huiling's hair and knelt in front of the Jinling carriage. When Lu Huiling was about to get on the carriage, she kowtowed and said, "Miss, please take the slave away, miss..."

Lu Huiling looked at Ning Xue hesitantly, knelt down to help her up, and said with a sob: "Dad asked you to take the deed of betrayal and go home, why didn't you listen."

"I don't have a home anymore. The Prime Minister's Mansion is my home. Wherever there is a lady, my home is my home. I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to stay with you. I will serve you for the rest of my life." Ning Xue ignored Lu Huiling's dissuasion.

, said while kowtowing and crying.

"I am no longer the prime minister's lady. Once you enter the palace, you will have no freedom. I will give you an extra sum of money. Ning Xue, go ahead and marry a good family..." Lu Huiling said with tears in her eyes.

Looking at Ning Xue, she whispered word by word, "Marry me to a good family, be a good wife, and be his wife upright, okay?"

"No..." Ning Xue tugged at the hem of Lu Huiling's clothes, shaking her head and crying bitterly, "Miss, don't leave me."

Lu Huiling couldn't bear to look at it anymore. Ning Xue was the maid who grew up with her. She knew that she was lonely in the palace. There were no bustling streets and no bustling life. Moreover, she was in a high position but was in danger. She didn't want Ning Xue.

It became her weakness in the palace.

Lu Huiling stood up, threw Ning Xue away ruthlessly and got into the carriage. After sitting firmly in the carriage, she heard Ning Xue still crying outside and asking Lu Huiling to take her away.

"Xu Lan, drive her away." Lu Huiling said slowly with her eyes closed, "Send someone to tell the Prime Minister to treat her well and find a good home for her."

"Yes." Xu Lan agreed, and then ordered two eunuchs to drag Ning Xue away.

The Golden Bell Carriage swayed with a crisp sound, and slowly returned according to the way it came.

Ning Xue's cries were heartbreaking, and she was afraid that she would never see the young lady again.

Lu Huiling sat on the carriage, listening to the clear ringing of the bells and the same noisy and lively sounds on the street when she came, and her heart became heavier.

Liang Ji had been busy in the military camp and finally had some free time. He thought that he had not visited his sister Huanqing for a long time. When he passed by the palace today, he thought of going in to visit her.

Liang Huanqing had been urging the princess to return to the palace as early as possible, so as not to worry Concubine Mei. However, Qi Wangshu said that the palace was definitely in a smoky atmosphere at this time, and he was not willing to go back at all, and had to stay in the palace for a few days.

Liang Huanqing couldn't resist Qi Wangshu and could only let her stay in the palace. However, Qi Wangshu had to pester Liang Huanqing and live with her in Linlang Garden, which made her very uncomfortable.

After they got up together that day, Liang Huanqing had nothing to do and sat in Duguang Pavilion to enjoy the breeze. The breeze had a calming effect on her.

"Huanqing, try this, it's delicious!" Qi Wangshu ran to Liang Huanqing with a plate of snacks, picked one up and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Ah!" Liang Huanqing was startled, and almost choked to death on the unexpected cake, and coughed hurriedly.

Yue Bai had been busy going out all day without seeing anyone, but now Jiang Yi was always waiting by her side. When he saw the princess coughing, he quickly stepped forward to pat her on the back.

Seeing that he had gotten into trouble, Qi Wangshu stood aside with an embarrassed look on his face and said, "Huanqing, are you okay...I didn't mean it...I...eh?"

Qi Wangshu glanced to the side involuntarily, but she accidentally saw a familiar figure. She pointed in that direction in surprise and said: "Then... isn't that Liang Ji! What is he doing in the palace!"
Chapter completed!