The soft beauty is very good at flirting, and the soul of the ascetic prince is floating

Chapter 164 Lin: Oh? You mean someone is secretly plotting to kill you?
"Why is it that the fetal movement was fine, but there was something wrong with eating?"

Seeing that Lin's attack was over, Concubine Shu opened her mouth and asked the key question.

The other concubines also looked over.
Under the gaze of everyone, Gu Wanyu sighed quietly,
"My concubine also suspected the same thing, so she immediately asked Dr. An to check all the food she had eaten in the past few days. Unfortunately, nothing was found."

If there is no problem with eating, then there must be something wrong with the things you come into contact with.

All the concubines carefully thought about whether they had sent anything easy to manipulate to Chonghua Palace in the past few days.
Although they all wished that Gu could have a miscarriage, no one wanted to be involved.

After all, this is the emperor's child after he ascended the throne.
Apart from anything else, just looking at Song Jingzhang's love for the Gu family, if it is found that they have tampered with it, the consequences can be imagined.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became silent.
Until Wu Qinian arrived with Dr. An,
"The humble minister meets the queen..."

"No need!" Mrs. Lin waved her hand.
"Doctor An, didn't I tell you that the emperor ordered you to take care of Ning Zhaoyi's pregnancy, and you took care of her like this?"

"We are guilty of failing to take good care of Ning Zhaoyi and the prince in her womb. Please punish the empress." Dr. An knelt down directly.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. Dr. An always does his best, but this time it is my concubine who is physically disabled. Please don't blame Dr. An."

Concubine Shu didn't know what she was thinking, so she reminded her: "Empress, accountability is secondary. The most important thing now is Ning Zhaoyi's body."

"That's all, Ning Zhaoyi's dragon fetus is important. You should check his pulse first." Mrs. Lin waved her sleeves and asked him to stand up. "If the dragon fetus can be preserved, the merit can be eliminated."

"Wei Chen understands. Thank you very much, Queen Mother, and thank you very much, Mother Ning Zhaoyi."

With that said, he conveniently took the medicine box from the little eunuch behind him and checked Gu Wanyu's pulse.

After a while, he stood up and cupped his hands to report back: "Back to the Queen, Ning Zhaoyi actually came into contact with something that promotes blood circulation, which caused the fetal movement." Gu Wanyu calmly retracted her wrist, her eyes drooped, "It seemed to be the same reason the day before yesterday? "

"Yes, but after Wei Chen's screening all day yesterday, nothing was found wrong in your meals or the objects you came into contact with." Doctor An responded.

"Oh?" Lin's voice was long, "You mean, someone is secretly plotting to kill the emperor's heir?"

At the same time, in the Xuanzheng Hall,
"Your Majesty!" Zhao Youzheng hurriedly walked in, ignoring the sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly held his hands.

Song Jingzhang waved his hand and stopped his salute, "What's the matter?"

"Empress Ning Zhaoyi has had a fetal movement, and now the Empress and the palace masters are in Chonghua Palace."

Song Jingzhang paused at the tip of his pen and raised his head suddenly, "What's going on? How could you have a normal fetal movement?"

"I heard that Ning Zhaoyi felt unwell since the day before yesterday and asked for leave from the Empress. However, she did not go to Fengqi Palace to pay her respects for three consecutive days. The Empress and the other masters were worried and went to Chonghua Palace to visit. This time Only then did I realize that I couldn’t get out of bed anymore.”

At the end of the sentence, his head buried deeper and deeper, and his voice gradually weakened until it disappeared.

Then the memorial came crashing down on his face,
"Did you only learn about what happened the day before yesterday?"

Zhao Youzheng lowered his head, not daring to speak, and then fell to his knees with a "pop".
"The slave deserves death."

Song Jingzhang didn't even look at him, threw down his imperial pen, stood up, and strode out of the palace gate.

Zhao Youzheng straightened the brim of his hat that was smashed crooked, and followed hurriedly.