Few people know about the prime minister's concubine. Everyone in the world thinks that the prime minister has only one daughter, and the emperor did not name her surname, so the prime minister's wife took advantage of the language gap.

The boat was done, the prime minister wanted to protect his own daughter, and wanted to seek benefits through the concubine, and asked her to investigate the emperor's situation before she entered the palace.

Luo Ci was sent to the palace in this way, without the ceremony of conferring the queen, and without her own bedroom, she was sent to the cold palace, and even the maids around her rebelled and sought another master.

This is the first time since the cold palace has been in contact with the emperor for the first time.

Judging from the clone's understanding of the fragments, he is now seventeen years old, and he became emperor from the age of twelve, and the courtiers and the common people are all afraid of him.

This was also learned from some broken-mouthed maids.

After all, she was raised in a deep boudoir, never went out, was not allowed to go out, and didn't know much about the outside world.

Luo Ci sorted out the thoughts in her brain and felt that her throat was a little dry. She propped herself on the bed and wanted to sit up.

But I don't know if the quilt on my body is too heavy, or if my hands and feet are weak, I can't move for a while.

There was movement not far away, and a slender figure came over. He was wearing a black imperial robe with dragon patterns embroidered with gold thread on it.

Jun Heng stepped to her side, his long and narrow dark eyes with a sharp sense, as deep and cold as a cold pool, but the sharpness decreased a lot when he looked at her, he said slowly, "How do you feel now?"

The young man's voice was a little low, and it was a little more provocative when it softened a little.

Luo Ci's voice was a little dry, "Water."

Jun Heng poured a cup of warm tea and slowly helped her up. She took the cup and drank it in one breath, "Thank you."

The body automatically moved away, avoiding his hand supporting her.

After drinking the hot tea, the pale and dry lips became a little bloody, slightly moist and tinted.

She raised her clear and beautiful eyes and looked directly at him without any timidity, revealing a small and delicate chin. With this morbid and weak appearance, she was somewhat pitiful, "Your Majesty, how long have I slept?"

Jun Heng slowly withdrew his hand and said slowly, "You slept for a day and a night."

He woke up quickly yesterday, found himself back in his original body, looked at her subconsciously, and found that she was short of breath, and her pale face was covered with fine cold sweat.

For some reason, he was a little flustered in his heart, so he called an imperial physician to give her a pulse, and he didn't even go to the morning court the next day, and all government affairs were handled in the dormitory.

He suddenly... didn't want to see her unconscious and weak appearance.

Jun Heng looked at her with dark eyes, "I will let someone cure you."

Luo Ci glanced at him silently, and said slowly, "I'm hungry."

The Emperor had some light meals prepared.

Luo Ci reached out and picked up the spoon, her hands were still a little soft, but she could still eat by herself, but her whole body was sore and weak, not a waste of hands and feet.

She didn't become restrained because she changed her body, she lowered her head to eat, her pretty face was a little serious, as if she was dealing with something serious.

Jun Heng looked at the young girl's profile. She had no appetite at first, but now she suddenly felt a little hungry, and ate together.

When he saw that the girl had almost eaten, he called someone to bring up the medicine bowl. It was a big bowl of dark medicine, and it was still steaming, and the smell of Chinese medicine spread quickly.

It doesn't look good.

Luo Ci stared at the medicine bowl, her eyes were a little faint, with obvious rejection on her face.

Almost instantly, I remembered the fear of being dominated by traditional Chinese medicine in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

She remembered that this body was very sensitive to bitter taste, and just a little bit of bitterness would be infinitely amplified.

Jun Heng saw the girl's body tense, looking at the bowl of medicine as if she was facing a great enemy, and she wanted to laugh inexplicably, after a moment of relaxation, her voice was calm, and she was a little more patient than usual, "This is a special configuration for imperial physicians. If you drink it, your body will feel better."

On the basis of yesterday, it has been improved, and it is more suitable for her current body.

Seeing that she didn't move, the young emperor took the medicine bowl, took a spoon with his slender fingers, blew a few times, and put it to her lips, "Drink it."

Luo Ci looked at him with some puzzlement. She didn't know how the fragments suddenly changed so much, and she politely refused his feeding, "Your Majesty, I just want to wait for it to cool down."

Jun Heng was stunned, and slowly put the spoon back.

He heard the girl's soft and waxy voice again, "This medicine will be more bitter if you drink it little by little."

He hummed softly.

The emperor put down the medicine bowl, walked slowly to the desk, and began to review the memorial.

He looked normal at the moment. From his eyes to his words and deeds, he was just an ordinary seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. He was mild and not scary at all, not like the tyrant who was unpredictable and murderous without blinking.

Luo Ci saw that there was a small packet of candied fruit next to the medicine bowl, and slowly stirred the soup with a spoon, took the bowl and drank it in one breath, and then skillfully put a candied fruit in her mouth.

In fact, this sweetness can't wash away the bitter taste that is densely packed in the mouth, and there are always places that cannot be covered.

very bitter.

What she needs most is to rest, she gets up after drinking the medicine, her beautiful eyes scan for a week, and finally she goes to lie down on the soft couch, and covers the quilt. Face.

When Jun Heng in front of the desk heard the movement, he didn't turn around to look at her immediately. He didn't look in the direction from which the movement last came until the hall was quiet.

Not a dragon bed, but a soft couch.

It was the quilt that Eunuch Li had prepared just in case, but now she was covering it tightly.

The shallow and beautiful lips were pursed tightly, and for the first time, the dark eyes were at a loss.

He doesn't understand.

The dark and thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

He doesn't understand.

In the end, Jun Heng still didn't get up, his eyes fell on the memorial on the bookcase, because of his tyrant's name, most of the courtiers were cautious and did not dare to pick up those words that made him unhappy.

I was even afraid that the emperor would be unhappy and order the house to be searched and beheaded. The memorial began with some words praising the emperor, and then slowly entered the text.

And the wording should not be too euphemistic. There was once a minister who was beheaded because the wording was too subtle, and the reading was very confusing, angering the emperor.

Can't be too explicit.

In short, the emperor has a perverse temperament, and the ministers almost rushed to the execution ground in the morning every morning, and they had to deal with it with 120,000 points of spirit.

For them, it is a good thing that the tyrant does not go to court.

No one wants to be beheaded for inexplicable reasons.

Jun Heng used to criticize the memorials with the intention of teasing them, and would criticize ambiguous words to make the ministers nervous, but now he has completely lost his mind.

Either you have read two words, or you will deny the other party.

Of course the majority rejected.