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Chapter 47 Frosty Man X Scheming Woman (1)
The palace lantern was lit, and the whole hall was still a little dim, and the atmosphere was particularly depressing. The waiter did not dare to come out, and could only hear the sound of hurried footsteps and the sound of wringing out the veil and water flowing into the basin.
The air was filled with a strong smell of Chinese medicine.
There was a big bed on the east side, and the curtains embroidered with big red peonies were opened. A woman was lying in it, her eyes closed, her face with big palms was particularly pale. The kerchief that was originally placed on the forehead was removed and touched with my hand, it was still very hot.
The maid, Fenghe, who was standing on the side, couldn't hold back the red eye circles. How could her lady suffer so much.
Entering the palace, he was so loved by the emperor, why did he suffer from a sudden illness, and he was in a coma for so long, and he did not mean to wake up. She gritted her teeth, leaned forward and called her softly.
Nothing happened.
He stretched out his hand and touched his forehead. It was even hotter than before. He turned his head and said in a flustered voice: "Quickly, go to the imperial doctor again, the empress seems to be seriously ill."
The eunuch immediately ran out, and came back after a while, with sweat on his face and panting: "No, it's not good. All the eunuchs have been called away, and no one is free at the moment."
Fenghe suddenly raised his eyebrows and his face was not good: "After such a short time, you came back from the heart attack. What kind of silly words are you talking. The lady is so sick that you have to wait for the doctors to be free?"
"Who called the eunuchs away! Tell the emperor to go up."
The eunuch was embarrassed, half bent over and lowered his head, quietly raising his eyes: "Yes, it's the emperor."
Fenghe was stunned, the anger on his brows still not cleared.
It was said that he was unwell, and when he was reviewing the memorial, he almost fainted. The doctors did not dare to be vague, so they were all called in for treatment. At this moment, the queen mother had committed an old illness, she also endured it, and did not dare to mobilize the doctor.
Fenghe is young, hot-tempered, and angry: "Can the young lady be the same, how can they be like..."
As soon as he spoke, he realized that something was wrong, gritted his teeth, took a look outside the hall, and looked forward to the master's idea. Otherwise, the miss would be too late.
Cen Simiao, who was lying on the bed, felt uncomfortable, frowning, and hearing noises in her ears made her headache worse. The system transmitted the data to her and said: "Look slowly, don't be scared."
It seems to be crying.
She closed her eyes: "I'm not dead yet, why are you crying."
The system is depressed and feels that this world is about to end. Estimating the excellent ai selected at the end of the year, it is out of play. Cen Simiao looked at the information suspiciously.
Did not understand the first time.
There was a slight epiphany the second time.
The third time, this fucking sure is not playing?
The crying cavity of the system is getting bigger and bigger, and the bgm volume is turned to the highest. The original owner was a favorite concubine. Yes, the emperor had just ascended the throne for two years and relied on his father's support in the court.
But in fact, it's a good thing that the original owner's father didn't make trouble for the emperor.
Both the first emperor and the original owner's father started a rebellion. The original dynasty was annihilated, and the two of them fought openly and secretly, all wanting to be the emperor. The original owner's father made a mistake in chess and saw that the dragon chair returned to others.
The first emperor passed away just three months after sitting on the dragon chair.
The new emperor ascended to the throne, and the original owner was stuffed into the harem by giving birth to the prince as soon as possible.
Counting the original owner, there are five concubines in the palace, all of whom are the daughters of important courtiers in the imperial court.
The emperor was cold-hearted, looking at a few beauties, but he was not tempted. The harem was full of decorations. Xu was afraid that the minister would ask, so the original owner never left out here, and came here every night.
Pure sleep without touching my hands.
The original face was of great importance, and he was afraid that his father in the family would blame him, so he didn't dare to talk about it. Every time someone was sent over to let her spy on news, she would be stunned for a while, and then she would cry secretly.
Cen Simiao glanced at the task bar.
Ask the system: "Is it true that I just need to be the true concubine?"
The system shook his head: "This time, the emperor is also putting pressure on the original owner. You have to step on him under your feet."
She brows and she thinks far away, her brows move, and her voice to the system becomes coquettish: "It's not difficult."
The system is simple: "Ah? Isn't it difficult? I was worried just now, then you try to get to the throne.
"..." What?
It dwells like a hall, with bright lights, and you can see the light inside like daylight through the paper windows.
The emperor leaned on the couch, his face was pale, weakened, and his eyelashes drooped. The physician next to him knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand to check his pulse, and looked solemn.
The dragon robe on his body has not yet been replaced, and the bright clothes make him weak and weak. Even so, it still feels terrifying.
Suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, so that the people around didn't dare to make any trouble.
After a long period of consultation, the imperial doctor asked the waiter again about what to eat for dinner, but still had no idea. The pulse is very normal, with no weakness at all.
Panicked in his heart, he bit his scalp and said: "The emperor, you are overworked in government affairs. The dragon is weak. If you take medicine and keep it well, it should be no problem."
When the words came to his ears, the emperor moved his brows, retracted his hands, and rubbed his brows, his tone was extremely slow: "Really? Why do I feel that there is nothing comfortable in my body."
The doctor paused and looked up at the emperor. He looked cold and could not see his emotions. After thinking about it in his heart, he followed his words and said that his condition got worse.
The emperor responded, stopped talking, closed his eyes, and looked lazy and sleepy. The imperial doctor stood looking at each other, not knowing what to do.
There was no intention to make them prescribe a prescription.
Suddenly, the eunuch outside the door said loudly: "The prime minister sent a doctor from the house, waiting at the gate of the palace, wanting to go to see the empress."
The emperor opened his eyes swiftly, looked at the gate of the temple, rubbed his fingertips on the five-clawed golden dragon on his robe, his eyes were deep: "Let the people wait there, and the servants in the Empress Hall must give some advice before they can enter. ."
He looked at the imperial doctor again: "Besides, there are many imperial doctors in the palace, so let them go and see first."
The eunuch outside hesitated and wanted to speak again, but he didn't have the courage to bend down and ran to the gate of the palace to spread the word. I am afraid that the Prime Minister will have to come in person this time, or the mother's life will really hang.
The imperial physician in the temple looked at the emperor together.
They looked at each other again, both holding their breath.
Just now he said that he would send an imperial doctor to see and treat. At this moment, he was lying on the couch and closed his eyes again. The hall was extremely quiet.
When the Prime Minister's Mansion received the news, he was really angry. His daughter entered the palace. She was a concubine. At this moment, she was seriously ill. It was when she needed an imperial doctor, she couldn't find it alone.
Didn't this force her to die?
The prime minister changed into court clothes, his face was pale, and became a sedan chair to the gate of the palace, begging to see the emperor. However, he saw the doctor who sent him standing there wilfully, without the slightest energy.
Suddenly, the anger in his heart grew stronger.
See you again and again, only a word is obtained, waiting first.
The prime minister wanted to break in, fortunately, there was a trace of clarity in his mind. At this moment, the emperor is unwell, and he will only get ridiculous here. Even if it is not offended, it can be a disaster after all.
I can only hope that the daughter in the palace will have a bigger life.
Cen Simiao looked at the picture coming from the system and snorted. The original owner swallowed a few days ago, even if there was an emperor guarding him, he was not saved.
The system deliberately maintained the functions of the body, allowing her to pass through.
With a sigh, Cen Simiao woke up slowly. Fenghe, who was waiting by his side, immediately noticed it, rushed to look at it, and his expression was agitated: "Miss, I know that you are so lucky and won't please those people."
She changed the veil on her forehead again, with tears on her cheeks.
There was sadness in Cen Simiao's eyes. He didn't even have the strength to speak, yet he still whispered in a low voice. Fenghe struggling to listen closely: "The emperor, yes, I have been here."
The deepest passion.
Fenghe's eyes are even redder, and he is not worth it for his own lady. He still thinks of the emperor now, but he doesn't even send a doctor.
Cen Simiao didn't get a response. He seemed to be anxious. After asking several questions, Cen Simiao suddenly coughed. Fenghe quickly helped her up, patted her back, and shouted at the people in the hall: "What are you still trying to do? Go and ask the emperor. The empress has already woke up. There is really no wink."
Cen Simiao lowered his eyelashes and messed up her hair. Even if she was seriously ill, Fenghe didn't forget to comb her hair bun.
He pulled open the collar again, revealing a large piece of white, sickly body, which suddenly seemed to be seductive.
Faint and weak, but full of glamour, he can only cling to others and stir up the sins hidden deep in his heart.
Fenghe saw it, and pulled her collar up again, and said bitterly, "The illness is just right, what can I do if I get cold again."
Even the messy hair is stranded behind the ears.
Cen Simiao bit the tip of his tongue, frowned, and pulled the collar apart again, softening his throat, "Hot."
Fenghe sighed.
The eunuch dared not delay the news that Cen Simiao had sobered up for a moment, and hurriedly ran to Qiru Temple to report it. The emperor heard it earnestly, his eyes were dark and he couldn't see his emotions, he just felt the atmosphere in the palace was solemn.
Called the little eunuch into the hall, he knelt on the ground, his tone of joy was joyful, and repeated what he had just said.
The emperor straightened up, with a coldness between his eyebrows, and looked at everyone in the hall. Finally, his eyes fell on the window, and his lips were tightly pressed: "What did the empress say when she woke up?"
The eunuch said truthfully: "The emperor misses the emperor in her heart. When she wakes up, she asks the emperor and misses you very much."
The corners of the emperorโs lips were curled, and the eyebrows were still particularly cold. He stood up, but there was no smile in his eyes. His voice was rare and gentle: "It's not a big problem at last, it's a happy event."