Madam, did she abuse the scum today?

Chapter 226 Men are all cheap bones
Looking at the slow-moving doctor with a livid face, he frowned displeasedly and scolded, "What's the matter with the imperial concubine? It's been so long, why hasn't she opened her mouth to speak? Hasn't she improved a lot in the past few days? Why did it suddenly get worse? Did you bother to see a doctor for her?"

Facing his questioning, a group of medical staff stood tremblingly, hunched their necks and bowed their heads, not daring to take a breath.

His whole body was dripping with cold sweat, and his back was even wet with sweat. On his forehead, large beads of sweat slid down the corners of his forehead, and some dripped into his eyes, which was painful, but no one dared to raise his hand to wipe it off.

"laugh……"

The sudden laughter sounded extremely abrupt in the quiet space.

Murong Yun, who was in a state of anxiety, heard the cold scoff, and turned to look at Empress Zhao beside her. The undisguised gloating on her face gave him a headache.

Pressing the sore eyebrows, Murong Yun just wanted to reprimand her a few words, but was stopped by the ridicule and indifference in her eyes.

She gave her an annoyed look, implying that she should restrain herself, even if she was angry with him, but at this time, she was in the Hall of Sanssouci, and there were still foreign ministers in the hall. As the mother of a country, she still had to be dignified. Yes, don't lose face.

Unexpectedly, Empress Zhao just glanced at him lightly, then turned her eyes away, and turned a blind eye to the warning in his eyes.

Murong Jing looked coldly at the undercurrent between Junfu and Dimu, gently pulled the corners of his lips, showing a sarcasm, lowered his head silently, and the slightly drooping corners of his eyes covered him. The cold light frantically surged in his eyes.

The hands hanging by the sides kept tightening into fists, gritted his teeth, and silently recited the name of Queen Zhao in his heart, greeting all eighteen generations of her ancestors.

This old witch, one day, he will wrench her neck with his own hands.

Even if it wasn't his mother who was lying on the bed, she had the same face as her mother. As the head of the palace, Empress Zhao didn't have the slightest tolerance for others. She dared to despise him like this in the public Mother, this tone, this humiliation, he will never let it go!
When someone grabbed his wrist, Murong Jing turned his head and looked at Chu Xingwan who was looking at him worriedly. He immediately suppressed the hostility all over his body, showed her a gentle smile, and patted her gently. The back of his hand, to tell her that he's fine, don't worry.

Then he held her little hand in his backhand, squeezed her little finger and played with it, smelling the fragrance of her body, his mood immediately improved a lot.

Empress Zhao, who had a panoramic view of the small movements between the two, snorted coldly and looked away.

Out of sight out of mind.

After a few more minutes, the doctor finally finished the examination, wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up trembling, and reported Ji Wuyou's situation to Murong Yun.

"Your Majesty, the imperial concubine's health is fine, and she will recover after a period of cultivation."

Murong Yun: "..."

With bulging veins on his forehead, he grabbed the doctor's collar with a gloomy face, and scolded, "Her eyes are dull and lifeless now, and her body temperature is so cold that she doesn't seem to be alive. If she didn't have a breath, I would have doubted it." She is already a dead person, but you said that she is fine?"

Faced with his deep anger, the doctor was also helpless.

The imperial concubine's body is indeed fine. He checked her carefully, and found nothing wrong at all. Even her internal injuries have completely healed.

Although her eyes are dull and her breathing is weak at the moment, she is indeed fine.

With trembling lips, he told Murong Yun his discovery. The doctor closed his eyes in despair. He felt that his career and life would be completely ruined tonight.

If the cause of the disease cannot be found out, and the imperial concubine cannot be cured, he will undoubtedly die.

"waste!"

Roaring angrily, Murong Yun threw the doctor away vigorously.

Walking to the edge of the bed and sitting down, he put his hand on Ji Wuyou's forehead, the cold temperature in his palm made his brows furrowed, and his eyes were full of uneasiness.

Thinking of the news brought by the imperial guards, Murong Yun's mind flashed. He wanted to catch it, but it disappeared too fast, and he didn't have time to catch it.

The corners of his mouth were tightened and his brows were furrowed and he thought carefully for a while, before he suddenly asked, "Is the appearance of the imperial concubine related to the art of witchcraft?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the puppet on the bed stiffened imperceptibly, but Murong Yun and the medical staff in the room, who were all on Ji Wuyou, didn't notice it, but Queen Zhao, who had been watching from the sidelines, could not see it. A flash of light flashed quickly.

Gently pulling the corners of her lips, Queen Zhao glanced at the puppet seemingly unintentionally, and then looked away.

She and Ji Wuyou, the poisonous witch, are at odds with each other, so it's best for this witch to die.

In this way, Murong Jing will lose a great help.

"Your Majesty, looking at the imperial concubine, I look pretty good. She doesn't look like she has been enchanted by a witchcraft. Since the doctors said she is fine, there must be other reasons. Why do you bother the doctor?" Woolen cloth?"

He flicked his nails and looked at him nervously. The affection in his eyes made Queen Zhao sick.

Look, this is the man who is still stuck in the Fengluan Palace during the day and cannot be driven away. Now, he can show an affectionate expression towards another woman without any concealment.

Men are all bitches!

Even the emperor who rules the world is no exception.

Fortunately, she no longer has any fantasies and hopes for him, otherwise, seeing his warmth and beauty every day, she would be pissed to death.

Flicking the hair on her cheeks, Empress Zhao yawned lazily, "Your Majesty, since the imperial concubine is fine, I will go back first. Tomorrow, I will welcome distinguished guests."

The implication is that I don't have time to mess around with you.

Before she finished speaking, she turned around and left slowly, humming a brisk little tune.

Murong Yun: "..."

Angrily staring at her back as she walked away, he ground his molars with his temples throbbing non-stop, "Queen!"

"Your Majesty, is there anything else?"

Empress Zhao, who had just stepped out of the threshold of the inner hall with one foot, turned her head to look at him when she heard the words, and asked casually.

Seeing her expression of having nothing to do with herself, Murong Yun suddenly felt annoyed, "Queen, you..."

"Huh?" Empress Zhao raised her eyebrows and looked at him blankly, "What's wrong with my palace? Your Majesty, please speak directly."

Surprised by the sarcasm on her face, Murong Yun's expression changed, and he swallowed back the words that were about to blurt out.

Sighing, he waved his hand impatiently, "It's okay, let's go."

It doesn't matter if you leave, but if you stay here, you will play against him and get angry at him in different ways. It's really troublesome!

"Okay, I won't bother His Majesty and Concubine Huang Guifei."

Murong Yun: "..."

He is a queen, simply!

Murong Jing: "..."

This poisonous woman is simply damned!
Staring at Queen Zhao with dark eyes, he was about to lose control of the violent factor in his body.

"Crackling——" The sound of dislocation of joints was particularly harsh in the silent space.

Looking at the father and son with different complexions, Queen Zhao covered her lips with a coquettish smile, turned and left.

I don't care if I say this, it's inappropriate.

She didn't even care about Murong Jing's murderous intent emanating from his body.

(End of this chapter)