This queen is not too curly

Chapter 11
Outside the Qianzheng Hall, Yan Yuan had been waiting for a long time.

She was drowsy and sleepy, but suddenly a gust of evening wind blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. Only then did she realize that the sun was about to set, and the weather had already unknowingly turned cold a lot.

"Miss!" Xiao Yu hurriedly stepped forward to help, "How about we go back quickly?"

"Wait a little longer." Yan Yuan waved her hand.

"But the weather has turned cold." Xiaoyu frowned, "You can't stand the cold..."

Yan Yuan rubbed her fingers, took a breath of warm air into her palms, squinted her eyes and looked up at the sky.

At this moment, the sun had already slanted to the west, and the last afterglow was hanging on the roof of the Qianzheng Palace. The night in the distance was slowly rolling towards the imperial palace, and it seemed that the sky was about to turn dark.

Xiaoyu's eyes were red with anger, he grabbed Yan Yuan's hand and put it on his face, trying to warm him up with his own warmth: "Miss, Your Majesty clearly doesn't want to see us, why bother..."

Even the taciturn Chen Niang couldn't help opening her mouth: "Your Majesty, Master Hou said that you have always suffered from cold illness..."

Yan Yuan shook her head and said, "It's okay, just wait a little longer."

She persisted in the wind for a while, until the sky had completely darkened, and finally took a breath carefully.Counting the time, I reckon that her sincerity is passable, and it also matches her identity of "although she is neglected but still infatuated".

She raised her head and glanced at the sky, and said, "Go back."

Xiaoyu and Chenniang looked at each other, not understanding why she changed her mind.

Yan Yuan had no intention of defending.

In fact, her hands and feet were so cold that it would be difficult for her to speak a complete sentence.

She brought Xiaoyu and Chenniang back to Wangshu Palace in a hurry.

Xiaoyu was familiar with the way, asked the maids to find thick clothes, boiled fresh hot tea, and finally directed them to put the best golden black charcoal on the stove in the queen's bedroom, all the palace ladies looked at each other, their faces were full of words. He has a troubled expression on his face.

"No?" Xiao Yu frowned and said, "There are always camphor wood branches of ordinary grades, right?"

"This……"

The palace people still stood there blankly, speechless.

Xiaoyu finally noticed something strange, and asked seriously: "Could it be that you didn't prepare any charcoal for the stove?"

She entered the palace together with the rest of the dowry, and it was already late at night when she was formally assigned to Wangshu Palace yesterday, so she did not accompany her.

Yan Yuan is afraid of the cold, and her body is not in good health, so long before she entered the palace, Yan Hou had sent someone to draw up a list of her living expenses, and sent it to the House of Internal Affairs in the palace, so that they could see each other as soon as possible. Shu Gong prepares her frequently used items so that she can adapt to the life in the palace this morning.

The stove and the charcoal it needs are at the top of that list.The list is clear, logically speaking, it is impossible for Wangshu Palace to be short of charcoal.

Xiaoyu asked: "At this season, the empress cannot live without charcoal fire at night, did you light the stove last night?"

She was just asking casually, but unexpectedly the faces of the palace people changed drastically.

The leading eunuch raised his head and glanced at Yan Yuan, then panicked and knelt down in front of her: "Your Majesty, forgive me, but this servant doesn't know... This servant thinks that the mid-autumn festival is not here yet, so your Majesty must not be able to use the stove, so, so……"

The consul's eunuch became more flustered as he spoke, sweat dripping down his cheeks.

He really didn't do it on purpose, it's only September, it's still early, a few days ago the noble concubine of Bixi Palace needed charcoal for a boat trip with the Holy Master.He didn't dare to go against that empress openly, so he made a favor in private and temporarily suspended the charcoal from leading Wangshu Palace...

Who would have thought that those charcoal woods were really urgently needed?
I made a big mistake this time, and I'm afraid I'm going to run out of food and walk away.

"The slave is guilty, please punish me!"

The consul's eunuch kowtowed, tears streaming down his nose.

"My lady forgive me, my lady forgive me!"

He kowtowed these few heads very sincerely, and there was a thumping sound in the hall, and soon his forehead was red and swollen, and blood appeared, and every time he kowtowed his head, a bloody mark was printed on the ground.

He took the position in charge of Wang Shugong, and he is not a fresh radish, he knows how to deal with these new masters.

Although the woman in front of her is a queen, she is new to the palace after all, and she is not very old. A young lady who is raised in a deep boudoir by the Hou's mansion must not be able to see such a tragic and bloody experience.Even if she could, she had never been willing to gain a reputation for being perverse and ruthless when she first entered the palace.

But he didn't expect that his skin was torn apart, and he still didn't hear the sound of stopping.

"My lady..."

The consular eunuch raised his head and looked at Yan Yuan.

At that time, Yan Yuan was holding a cup of hot tea and drinking slowly, facing the blood stains all over the floor, not only was there no fear in her eyes, there was not even a slight wave of emotion in her eyes.

It seemed that after 1 years, he finally heard a voice: "Stop."

The consular eunuch burst into tears as if he had been reborn: "Thank you, Madam, for your mercy!"

"It's only September, and it's not uncommon to not have a heater ready." Yan Yuan's voice was warm, she put down the teacup and rubbed her temples, "It's just that I'm feeling unwell right now, and maybe I need to trouble my father-in-law for a trip The imperial hospital will do."

"... Your Majesty?"

No one expected that Yan Yuan would just lean against the table and fall asleep.

At first everyone thought she was just taking a nap at the table, and no one dared to disturb those who made mistakes.It wasn't until her personal maid, Xiaoyu, prepared the bathtub for bathing and heating, but couldn't wake her up, that everyone realized that she had passed out.

At that time, her forehead was already a little hot. Lying on the bed, her lips, which were not rosy before, soon became pale as paper.

"Miss!"

Everyone was in a hurry, so they hurriedly invited the imperial doctor.

The imperial doctor's surname is Mu, he is not young, his beard and hair are already grey, although his steps are tight, his demeanor is not in a hurry, and he stepped steadily across the threshold of Wangshu Palace.

"My lord, hurry up, my mother is very sick!"

"Yes, please hurry up and lead the way."

Doctor Mu's tone was rapid, but his cloudy old eyes were very calm, and there was no trace of anxiety.

He has been making a living in this palace for many years, and he has already seen many little things in this harem.He had already heard about what the newly-promoted empress did at the gate of the Qianzheng Hall during the day, and this disease was probably just a formality, after all, the usual method used by these empresses in the palace was to call the disease.

"My lord doctor, hurry up!" The maid kept urging.

"Yes Yes Yes."

Imperial Physician Mu responded casually.

He staggered into the empress' bedroom, and only glanced at the empress on the bed: the person on the bed was pale, his breathing was disordered, and he really looked like he was seriously ill.

Doctor Mu was startled, and he didn't dare to be negligent, kneeling beside the bed to take her pulse carefully.

In just a moment, his face changed.

(End of this chapter)