Jingyang Palace. +++The latest Danmei novel ranking: lightnovelpub.net

Song Wan was lying on the couch with a tired and pale expression. His already delicate body became even weaker and weaker at this time.

"Niangniang, this is a wind-cold invasion. It is not a 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.

"Thank you, 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 couldn't 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 tell you?" Song Wan didn't want to give up this opportunity, sat up and asked again quickly.

Since the draft, the emperor has never stepped into the 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 who is busy with 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 kowtowed, 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 the Doctor Li.

Doctor Li left.

Qinghe went out to dismiss the girl in the courtyard, came back and walked 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, and wait for the young lady to take care of her body and regain the emperor's favor. At that time, the emperor will give birth to a fat prince." Qing He nodded and begged very much.

Hearing this, Song Wan slowly reduced his expression and smiled bitterly, "After the emperor has not been established, the concubines and concubines are different, and they are in an orderly manner. Is it possible for my palace to have a child if he wants to live?"

The emperor never gave her this opportunity.

Qinghe's complexion changed slightly, but she opened her mouth but didn't know how to relieve her. In Xiangfu, the maidservant who lived with her became the master's general house. The avoidance soup had no effect, but she was still 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 give birth to 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 warehouse to get a bottle of gelling cream and apply it to the wound, don't leave scars." Song Wan didn't say any more, closing his eyes when he finished speaking, lacking energy, and a little irritable.

"Xie Niangniang." Qinghe stooped back.

In order not to disturb Song Wan's rest, she gently closed the door after she walked out, looking at her closed eyes, 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 red. Although tired, his eyes were not peaceful and sleepy.

That night.

Qinghe helped Qing Song Wan to walk towards the dining table, and after a few days of kneeling, 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 take you to punish you, 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 this kind of 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 there was a burst of cold sweat 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 girl also specifically told the doctor Li that her knee was severely injured. The emperor Li also gave the slave a plaster and asked the slave to rub the empress. The emperor must know. "

"The emperor will most likely come over tonight, and the emperor will pity the empress, and the emperor won't have to say it by himself at that time, 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 were sick, they would definitely come back to visit.

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

Will he come?

If it comes this time, should 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 Xian? Can't you see that the other party is a little wronged?

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 green and black face walked in, whether he was still 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 is like a grass on the wall. It is clear that they are courting the concubine. Isn't this not our empress?"

...

Some children in Qing Cui were about to continue talking, but were interrupted by Qing He and reminded them in a deep voice, "Qing Cui!"

Qing Cui didn't dare to say much, he suffocated and knelt in front of Song Wan to admit his mistake.

Song Wan looked at the dishes on the table, as before, slowly set up the table, every 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. 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 now?"

Qinghe paused, then cautiously replied, "Return to the empress, guard the time."

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

Qinghe retreated to the side, not daring to get out of the air. The emperor would come to accompany the empress for dinner. He would come during the unity 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 taking a few bites.

Qinghe waited for her to take a bath 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 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 go to kneel again?

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 Haishi."

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 she didn't come before, she must have been resting in the Imperial Study Room, and she wouldn't know which woman's palace she was in later.

She knows that there is always such a time, 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 done, 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, "However, he will always invite people to sleep."

Qinghe didn't refute, but changed the subject, "The slave maidservant waits for the mother to take a bath."

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 still not well, he was sick and nestled inside, and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks, and his mind was also thinking about it.

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, so that you can be appreciated by the other party. 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 was annoyed for a while, and she 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, and her expression anxious as she listened to the sound inside from time to time.

No, she has to get the lady up.

Turning around, he met a figure, his pupils shrank, and he was 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 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 opponent stood not far away, with dark and deep eyes falling on her, his sword eyebrows twisted slightly, and his thin lips pressed, his expression made people puzzled.

In the last second, Song Wan was still a little willful. The moment he saw him, her face suddenly changed, as if she was a bun, his face was red and 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, lowered her head, and stood up tremblingly, but because she had been soaking for too long and her knee was still hurting, she thumped and sat down again.

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