The Beloved Imperial Consort

"My Lord, how is the emperor?" In the palace of Qiande, lady Shu can't stop worrying. Holding a silk handkerchief in one hand and tiredness in the other hand, Emperor Cheng of Yuan slowly stroked his chest.

The talent on the Dragon couch wants to speak, but it touches the heart, followed by a burst of rapid cough. In this case, it is clear that he is more seriously ill.

It has been more than three months since emperor Cheng of the Yuan dynasty fell ill. However, today's stomach can not bear, it is again refined and expensive herbal medicine, take only a moment, and finally all of the vomit out. Call the two judges in the Royal Hospital. They are so worried that their hair is white.

The man's chest was up and down, and his body was emaciated. When her Majesty was not there, she glanced over her head and quietly turned red in her eyes. The prince's highness, who was silent for a long time, frowned at the scene.

"Go back. We discussed the relationship between pulse case taking and solitary looking. " A man in his late sixties is as sick as a mountain.

Yuan chengdi's youth ascended the throne with heavy burden. The body is not as solid as Zong Zhenglin's brothers. A few years ago, he was tired by the prince, and sometimes he was angry. In recent days, after the war in Mobei, there was a snow disaster all around. During this period, the Empress Dowager passed away, and the emperor's government was rebellious. Under many attacks, the emperor in the year of destiny could not bear it.

"Prince." Voice is very weak, only slowly open eyes light, still with the imperial atmosphere. "Chuang Rong Zhan, Li Fulin, Su Bowen, Chang sun Tai, Cai pingkang, went to the palace to meet him."

In a word, the breath was heavy.

Every time emperor chengdi read a name, Shufei's heart began to tremble. These people, all emperor's confidants, summoned many people to meet at one time Is it not?!

The fingers holding the silk handkerchief suddenly clenched, trying to maintain the humility and respect on the surface. The emperor told the crown prince to do errands, so the women in the Imperial Palace could not interrupt. The heart beat like a drum, excited.

After that, the emperor only left the imperial concubine to accompany him. All the people in the imperial hospital were driven out of the hall to engage in business to discuss pulse cases. When she looks back, she looks down on her feet.

Women over 40 are still charming. The emperor on his bed is old and old. Their hands were folded on the couch, and the lady's face was gentle and gentle.

Zong Zhenglin's eyes were dull. He felt that the inner hall with the windows closed was stuffy.

Outside the hall of Qiande, Gu Changde was summoned to announce orders. Zong Zhenglin stood in the corridor with his hands. Lift eyes is clear sky, look distant, if thinking.

After dinner in the evening, Mu Xiyao looks at the man sitting on the bamboo collapse again. Leaning his head, he is more puzzled.

It's OK when I go out. Shiji comes back. Why is the boss so gloomy?

With the mountain and water round fan in hand, the enchantress dallied with the scoundrel, pursed her small buttocks and called the man behind her to move a place for her. He took off his embroidered shoes and climbed up. He was lying on his chest with his head on his back. The palace fan on his hand made him weak. Obviously, he didn't put his mind on it.

Fingers along the man's open Lapel scratch his chest, water Ling beautiful eyes blink ah blink staring at people.

"Prince, is someone angry with you?" The tone was very rare.

By her delicate soft small body pressure on the body, Zong Zhenglin raised his hand to support her back waist, Phoenix eyes heavy looking at this as if with a bit of happy woman, eyes flash.

"Lonely heart is not smooth, Jiaojiao likes to hear and see?" The goblin's eyes are very beautiful, especially smart now.

I'd love to see you. Someone can deal with the big devil, who has the ability?

It's a pity that it's not her. Otherwise, she won't have to make a mistake. "I feel that I have a place to use. I'm glad to come here to comfort you." Then he leaned down on his chest and rubbed his cheek two times.

The cloud satin lining is silky and smooth, and it's cool in summer.

"Jiaojiao." Did not wait for her to continue to make mischief, Zong Zhenglin put that dishonest head, holding her face is facing him. "When she gave birth to a child, did Jiaojiao worry that she would be damaged by her complexion, and that she would be afraid to see her face alone?"

When did she look bad! Mu Xiyao, a demon girl, was shocked when she got the bad news.

The imperial edict of the first emperor, the imperial concubine of the Jin Dynasty took the position of imperial concubine at the last moment, and she was born more than lady Shu?

Outside the hall of Qiande, all officials were dressed in plain clothes and kept silent. Only the new emperor a pair of heavy Phoenix eyes, a flash of silk sadness.

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