The imperial concubine is favored by the Six Palaces again

Chapter 16 I will give you the pulse
Concubine Shen De...

Meng Chengye raised his forehead, when will this brainless person grow a brain?

"Ill? Why do you still have time to come here when you're sick? Yang Fu, tell me the truth." Meng Chengye rested his chin.

Come on, if you earn other people's money, you have to do things for them to the end.

"Back to the emperor, the servant found out that Young Master Jiang had stood at the gate of Yong'an Palace for an hour before coming, and then went to the upper study room and said he wanted to see the emperor, following the emperor's order, the slave stopped young master Jiang.

Later, the people from the respect room came and said that Jiang Xiaozhu was sick and couldn't go to bed, so he withdrew Jiang Xiaozhu's green head card. ", Yang Fu finished in one breath.

Hearing Yang Fu's words, the father-in-law in the respect room knelt on the ground and felt very heartbroken.

What's this called? It's called adults fighting, which hurts children.

"Back to the emperor, it was the concubine de concubine who sent someone to tell the servants that Jin Guiren was ill, and asked to remove Jin Guiren's green head card." The father-in-law in the respect room was quick to throw the pot away, almost at the moment Yang Fu's words fell I picked it up.

Although this is very disrespectful, it is better than losing your head.

Meng Chengye pretended to be angry and slapped the table: "The person I watched the day before yesterday, she got sick when she said she was sick? It's really courageous, Yang Fu, pass down the order that Concubine Shen De's behavior is not good, and she will be banned for a month from today."

Yang Fu took his order and ran out quickly.

"What are you still kneeling here for? Put back Jin Guiren's green head card." Meng Chengye glanced at the respectful Eunuch Fang who looked at death as if he was at home.

"Yes, Your Majesty, this servant will retire."

The father-in-law in the respect room ran faster than Yang Fu holding the plate.

Meng Chengye sighed, got up and went to take a shower.

At the beginning, he should have strongly opposed the Queen Mother's stuffing Concubine Shen De in, look at this stupid appearance.

Meng Chengye, who was soaking in the water, suddenly thought of the girl who told him that she was afraid of the heat with a round fan on the day of the draft.

She is so afraid of the heat, and she stood for another hour at noon, and then came to look for me but didn't see me, will she feel wronged now?

Thinking of this, Meng Chengye felt a little uncomfortable taking a bath.

So Meng Chengye, who came out of the shower, put on his clothes and went out to go to Ganquan Palace.

Walking halfway, Meng Chengye suddenly stopped again.

Life in the harem has always been like this, let her get used to it a bit more.

So Meng Chengye was about to go back again, but after only two steps, Meng Chengye turned around and went to Ganquan Palace.

Forget it, anyway, I dote on her, so it doesn't hurt to dote on her a little more.

When they arrived at Tingyu Pavilion of Ganquan Palace, Jiang Yuming was flipping through a book of unofficial history.

Hearing the eunuch's singing, the emperor arrived, Jiang Yuming uncharacteristically did not go out to greet him, but got up and went into the bedroom inside.

Meng Chengye was feeling sorry for Jiang Yuming at this moment, and he was very nervous about Jiang Yuming's temper.

After all, he was conferred the title of Prince since he was born, and his journey has been relatively smooth. There are very few people who dare to lose their temper with him.

"Is my concubine angry?" Meng Chengye pushed back the palace man and followed him in.

"The concubine is not there, the concubine is sick." Jiang Yuming sat on the soft couch, turning her head away from Meng Chengye.

Meng Chengye sat down next to Jiang Yuming and rubbed Jiang Yuming's head: "You still say no? An oil pot can hang on this mouth."

Well, what is this little girl thinking right now?

Are you scolding Concubine De or resenting me?

Jiang Yuming lay on the low table, her loose hair covering half of her face: "The concubine is sick."

Meng Chengye was rather dumbfounded, because he was extremely curious about Jiang Yuming's mental activities at this moment, but he couldn't hear it.

"Ill? I'll give you a pulse." As he spoke, Meng Chengye put his hand on Jiang Yuming's wrist in a decent manner.

(End of this chapter)