Chapter 128: The selfish and cold-blooded emperor (2)

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Song Wan was lying on the couch with a tired and pale expression. His already

delicate body became even weaker at this time.

"Niangniang, this is a wind-cold invasion, no major problem, Weichen

prescribes a few medications, as long as you take them on time for three days,

you will get better." The doctor Li asked for a gift and said truthfully.

"Thanks to Doctor Li."

"Weichen will go to give the emperor's life again, and retire first." The

doctor Li looked respectful, and then stepped back.

"Wait." Song Wan lifted his eyelids and looked at him straightforwardly, with

a trace of hope that could not be hidden. "Is the emperor concerned about the

condition of the palace?"

"The emperor naturally cares about the empress." Doctor Li lowered his head.

"What did the emperor say to you?" Song Wan, unwilling to give up this

opportunity, sat up and asked again quickly.

Since the draft, the emperor has never stepped into Jingyang Palace, and after

the accident, he has never come to ask her.

Heartache and regret also tortured her day and night.

"This..." Doctor Li buried his head lower. He didn't want to answer. Song Wan

kept staring. He could only bite the bullet, "Weichen hasn't seen the emperor

yet, compared to the emperor's busy government affairs. , I just met Yuan Gong

Gong."

He didn't say a word, and Song Wan's eyes went dark.

It turned out that she was not concerned about her condition, but just the

holy grace that Qinghe kowtows, and she fell back on the couch again,

extremely sad.

"Doctor Li, I'll send you." Seeing that her mother was in an emotional state,

Qing Cui said to Doctor Li.

Doctor Li left.

Qinghe went out to dismiss the girl in the courtyard, and walked back to Song

Wan to persuade, "Miss, don't give up on yourself, the front is busy, the

emperor used to come only once in half a month."

"When the time comes for the young lady to ban her feet, you can go to the

emperor. When will the emperor not see the empress? She will definitely love

her again."

Song Wan looked at her, her curly eyelashes trembling slightly, "Really?"

"Of course, Qing Cui has gone to boil medicine, wait for the lady to take care

of her body and regain the emperor's favor, when that time, give the emperor a

fat prince." Qing He nodded and begged very much.

Hearing this, Song Wan slowly reduced his expression, and said with a wry

smile, "After the emperor has not been established, the concubines are

different, and they are in an orderly manner. Is it possible for the palace to

have a child?"

The emperor never gave her this opportunity.

Qinghe's complexion changed slightly, but she opened her mouth, but she didn't

know how to relieve her. In Xiangfu, the maidservant who lived with her became

the master's general house. The refuge soup had no effect, but she was

pregnant. Then she drank abortion pills, hard. Bleeding to death.

This is the case, the next pregnant house will not escape this fate. Most

high-ranking people can only give birth to children if they marry a regular

wife and have a concubine.

What's more, this is the imperial palace. The royal family values the

concubine more than anywhere else. The concubine is the concubine, and the

concubine will never be on the stage.

"Qinghe, go down, go to the storeroom to get a bottle of gelling cream to

apply the wound, don't leave scars." Song Wan didn't say any more, closing his

eyes after speaking, lack of energy, and a bit of anger.

"Xie Niangniang." Qinghe stooped back.

In order not to disturb Song Wan's rest, after she walked out, she closed the

door gently, looked at her closed eyes, and kept praying from the bottom of

her heart: The lady must win the emperor's favor again.

In this cannibalistic palace, women live on the love of men. Ning'an Hou

Mansion is no longer used, and it must be supported by her lady.

Qing He thought, clenched his fists, turned and walked in one direction.

When the footsteps faded away, Song Wan on the couch opened his eyes and

coughed slightly. The corners of his eyes were a little reddish. Although

tired, his eyes were not peaceful and sleepy.

That night.

Qinghe helped Qing Song Wan to walk towards the dining table and knelt for a

few days. Her knee was bruised and swollen, and every step she took was like a

needle prick.

"Manny, or the slave and maid go to the emperor again, from tomorrow, you

don't go to kneel, the slave is willing to punish you, and if you continue

like this, the slave is afraid that your legs will not stand." Qinghe watched

her walking hard. My eyes are distressed.

The mother of her family is Ning Anhou's most favored second daughter. When

did she suffer such suffering?

"The emperor didn't say that if you replace me, you will be left behind, and I

can bear it." Song Wan sat down, feeling cold from the pain, and sweating

behind her back.

She is arrogant, but also stubborn. She can bow her head on the next thing.

She can't speak to the emperor without bowing her head.

"Today, the emperor Li went to give the emperor back to life. The emperor must

have known about the condition of the empress. The slave maid also

specifically told the emperor Li that her knee was severely injured. "

"The emperor will most likely come over tonight, and the emperor will pity the

empress. When the time comes, the emperor won't have to say it himself, and

the emperor may not let the empress go to kneel again."

Qing He spoke confidently.

When the emperor came to the harem before, he would only come to their

Jingyang Palace. There are any strange things in the palace that the emperor

would give them to the nuns. If they are ill, they will definitely come back

to visit. Even if you sit down and then go back to review the memorial, they

will definitely come.

Song Wan didn't refute her, but she actually brought a glimmer of hope in her

heart.

Will he come?

If this time comes, will she admit her mistake? However, it was really an

unintentional fault that made her bow her head and admit what was wrong?

He didn't listen to her explanation this time, how much did he like Concubine

Hyun? Can't you see the other side being wronged a bit?

After waiting for a while, the dishes were only partly served, and Qinghe

frowned, "Qing Cui has always been careless, I don't know what it is doing."

"Let her go, I'm not hungry." Song Wan answered.

As soon as the voice fell, the verdant face came in, whether it was young,

angrily and sad, "Too bully, the maid named Lianqing next to Concubine Xian is

too bully."

"It's clearly our dishes first. She just said it was them. Everyone in the

dining room looks like a grass on the wall. It is clear that they are courting

the concubines. Isn't this not our empress?"

...

Some children in Qing Cui were about to continue talking, but were interrupted

by Qing He and reminded in a deep voice, "Green!"

Qing Cui didn't dare to say much, he held back for a long time, and knelt

before Song Wan to admit his mistake.

Song Wan looked at the dishes on the table, as before, slowly set up the

table, each dish was carefully cooked, the dining room has always done her

best to her meal, because the emperor will come twice a month. Accompany her

to dinner.

However, since she banned her foot, something happened to Ning Anhou, and the

royal family behind the concubine Xian was in full swing, and some people

began to see the wind. In the past, she would allocate more food and clothing

to her, but now they all take it back.

The reason given is that there are many women in the palace, which is

different from the past.

"Niang Niang." Seeing her face ugly, Qing He called out softly.

"Nothing." Song Wan picked up the bowls and chopsticks. When he was about to

eat, he looked at the dark sky, "When is it?"

Qinghe paused, then cautiously replied, "Go back to your mother, and stop the

time."

Song Wan didn't speak any more, holding a bowl, slowly eating with a blank

face.

Qinghe retreated to the side, and did not dare to let out the atmosphere. The

emperor would come to accompany the empress for dinner, and he would come

during the unitary period. After Xu, he could only wait for the other party to

invite their empress to sleep.

Song Wan didn't have any appetite, so he put it down after a few bites.

Qinghe waited for her to take a shower again. Looking at her own lady’s knees,

the bruises and swelling on the fair and smooth skin were even more shocking.

Her eyes were covered with water mist, and she quietly turned her head away

and wiped her tears. Medicine, it will be better tomorrow.

Song Wan didn't care. Tomorrow, wouldn't he have to kneel?

She immersed her body in warm water. The swelling and tingling of her knees

made her frown. She endured the pain and said softly, "What time is it?"

Qinghe put the bath beans aside and poured some warm water into the tub again,

his voice getting lower and lower, "It's almost the time of the sea."

Song Wan lowered her eyes without saying a word, she didn't dare to speak, the

emperor was coming, he had come before Haishi.

Tonight, the emperor may not come.

Song Wan eased his emotions for a while, pretending to be relaxed, but didn't

realize that he was hoarse, and also cried, "The emperor, who did you hire to

sleep in today?"

There are so many new concubines in the palace. She used to look forward to

seeing her when he is not busy. In the future, when he is not busy, he will

choose among the many concubines. I wonder if she can be chosen.

As long as he didn't come before, he must have been resting in the imperial

study room, and I don't know which woman's palace he was in from now on.

She knows that there is always such a thing, men want three wives and four

concubines, let alone the emperor, but she is so sad.

Qinghe couldn't bear to see her doing this, "Qingcui has already asked about

it. The emperor has been very busy recently and hasn't hired anyone to wait

for the bed. When he is finished, he will come to see the empress."

Perhaps her words comforted her a little. He was the emperor who was diligent

and caring for the people. He lowered his head for a while, and then said

lightly, "But, he will always invite people to sleep."

Qinghe didn't refute, but changed the subject, "The slave maidservant waits

for the mother to bathe."

Not to mention that in the future, it will be the scene, where all the palace

maidens are showing their magical powers, and the emperor is the "item" they

are fighting for.

"No, you go out first."

"Manny, your typhoid fever is good, not much..."

"I know." Song Wan interrupted her and lay down a bit.

Qing He wanted to persuade him again, but he didn't dare to speak any more, so

he could only get up and walk outside.

Song Wan knew that his body was not good yet, and he was sick and nestled

inside, and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks, and his mind followed his

wild thoughts.

In the future, she will share a man with many women.

Before marrying, her mother told her that if you marry the prince, you must be

generous, and you must not play with the little temper at home. After the

prince becomes the throne, the harem is empty, and you must do your best to

fill him with the harem. Divide thin noodles and have more children.

When there were no other concubines, she hadn't had such a big reaction, and

when she had, Song Wan realized that she was not so indifferent.

Looking at the petals floating on the water, she became annoyed for a while,

and reached out and patted them.

The petals floated up before the hand was confiscated.

"Slap!" shot again.

The petals will still float.

Qing He was worried about her body, walking back and forth outside, with her

hands hanging down, her face was anxious while listening to the voice inside.

No, she must get the lady up.

Turning around, he met a figure, his pupils shrunk, surprised and happy, and

quickly knelt down, "The emperor..."

Ji Huai made a gesture, opened her lips lightly, her voice low, "Go down."

"Yes." Qing He couldn't stop the smile. After taking two steps, he still

pretended to be courageous. "The empress has been washing in it for a long

time. The emperor said that the typhoid fever is not good, so he asked the

emperor to persuade the empress."

Ji Huai attached one hand to his back and walked past her.

Inside the penthouse.

"Even you bullied me." Song Wan looked at the petals, really angry, grabbed

them and threw them out.

Hearing the sound, she lost another hand and said, "My palace has not been

washed, the water temperature is a bit cold."

The footsteps of the people behind came, but there was no echo.

Song Wan lowered her head, her ink-colored hair dipped in the water, in sharp

contrast with the white back. She looked at the petals, raised her slender

hand, and patted it again, "Didn't you hear my palace speaking?"

The people behind still did not answer, and she felt a little depressed today.

She tightened her lips, raised her head and raised her voice, "My palace

said..."

In an instant, I saw Ji Huai wearing a purple satin uniform. The other party

stood not far away, with dark and dark eyes falling on her, his sword brows

twisted slightly, and his thin lips tucked, his expression unpredictable.

In the last second, Song Wan was still a little willful. The moment he saw

him, his face changed suddenly, as if he was a bun, his face was red, his

voice trembled, "The emperor, the emperor..."

Ji Huai didn't speak either, and the corners of his mouth seemed to curl up a

little.

How dare Song Wan look at him?

She wrapped her body, bowed her head, stood up tremblingly, but because she

had been soaking for too long and her knees were still hurt, she thumped and

sat down again.

Suddenly, with her scream, water splashed everywhere. ,,URL m..net,...: