The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 418 Don't Guess The Emperor's Thoughts
Facing the emperor's inquiry, Qing Moyan said respectfully: "As long as the emperor summons the ministers back, the ministers will definitely return."

The corner of the emperor's mouth twitched a few times, and he nodded slightly, "Okay, I remember your sentence."

The emperor asked some more about the cases of Dali Temple, and then waved Qing Moyan to step down.

Looking at Qing Moyan's leaving back, the emperor raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

A servant came over cautiously and hissed: "Your Majesty, if you want to keep Shaoqing...it's not difficult."

The emperor sat without moving, his sleeve covered one side of his face, and the servants couldn't see the expression on the emperor's face clearly.

Seeing that the emperor didn't speak, the servant became more courageous.

Serving by the emperor's side all the year round, he has long learned to guess the emperor's mind. It can be said that in the whole palace, people like them understand the emperor far better than the queen and the concubines in the harem.

"It may take several months for Shaoqing to leave. If the emperor doesn't want him to leave the city, he can find a reason to keep him."

The emperor raised his head slightly, and said in a dark tone, "Do you think... I want to keep him?"

The servant smiled humbly, "The servant is just guessing."

Only the emperor knew about Qing Moyan's life experience, and even the servants around him didn't know the inside story.

However, his special attitude towards Qing Moyan will affect these people, and they will inevitably speculate behind their backs.

Their emperor can even give up his own son, how could he favor a courtier for no reason, and he must hold him in his hands.

The emperor narrowed his eyes, "How many years have you been by my side...?"

"It's been three years since I returned to the emperor."

The emperor nodded and said lightly, "Three years, not bad."

The servant watched in surprise as the emperor got up and walked out of the hall, hesitated for a moment, and followed with small steps.

The emperor came out of the hall, stood on the steps, and waved to a guard outside.

The imperial guards didn't know why, so they stepped forward and bowed their hands to salute.

"Lend me the long sword in your waist." The emperor said calmly.

The imperial guards did not dare to neglect, and put forward their long swords with both hands.

The emperor drew out his sword, looked at the blade for a while, said that it was okay, then turned around suddenly, and pierced the chest of the servant behind him with his sword.

Everyone was shocked, and the imperial guards outside the hall were even more at a loss. They held the long swords around their waists and didn't know whether to draw out the escort or what to do.

The servant stared blankly at the long sword on his chest, trembling, his body gradually slipped to the ground, blood staining the white jade steps beneath him.

The emperor threw the sword back to the imperial guards with no expression on his face, and only ordered: "Clean it up." Then he turned and left.

Guards, you look at me, I look at you, no one dares to question half a sentence.

Soon a servant arrived, carried away the corpse, and cleaned the outside of the hall.

In less than a quarter of an hour, everything returned to normal, and the white jade steps were spotless.

The emperor did not return to the palace, but took people to the queen's palace.

Since the queen was imprisoned by him in the deep palace, this was the first time he came to visit.

The path is full of autumn leaves, rolled up by the wind, making it even more bleak.

The emperor just glanced at the hurried past, without any emotion on his face.

No matter who it is, as long as there is no emperor's favor in this deep palace, sooner or later, it will be like these fallen leaves, and finally fall into mud.

When the palace maids saw the emperor, they all showed panic and stood by the side of the road, not daring to move.

"Where's the queen?" the emperor asked casually.

"Resting in the bedroom." The maid said.

The emperor turned and went to the queen's bedroom.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the sleeping hall, he saw an internal servant standing there, his eyes widened in shock when he saw the emperor, and he wanted to raise his voice to announce.

"Drag on." The emperor said in a deep voice.

Immediately, someone came forward to gag the servant and dragged him down.

Emperor Xin stepped into the bedroom.

As soon as I entered, I could smell a strong smell of medicine.

The curtain on the wide phoenix couch hangs low, and the queen's figure in a middle coat can be seen faintly leaning on it.

The wind blowing in from outside the hall rolled up the curtains, revealing the queen's pale face, and her thin cheeks were all collapsed.

The emperor was stunned.

The queen actually... lost weight like this?

The emperor came to the couch in a few steps and lifted the curtain suddenly.

The queen grabbed the quilt and looked at the emperor shyly, as if looking at a stranger.

"Come here." The emperor shouted.

Soon several court ladies appeared at the door.

"How long has the queen been ill?" asked the emperor.

The maids looked up at the queen on the couch, their eyes flickering, "Half... more than half a month."

"Have you invited the imperial physician to treat you?"

The palace maids huddled together tremblingly, like fledglings, pitiful.

"Emperor...the Empress forbids me to invite the imperial physician..."

The emperor's eyes lit up, "Come here, please come to the imperial physician."

When the queen on the couch heard the word "imperial doctor", she shrank back into the quilt in fright, and muttered hastily, "Don't...don't be an imperial doctor, don't..."

The emperor's expression became more gloomy, and all the court ladies kneeling on the ground were so frightened that they didn't even dare to lift their heads.

The emperor sat patiently, and finally, the imperial physician entered the palace.

"Take the queen's pulse," the emperor ordered.

The imperial physician didn't dare to be negligent, said "offended" and stepped forward to check the queen's pulse.

Unexpectedly, the queen raised her hand suddenly and slapped the imperial physician on the face.

The crisp sound of "pa" only stunned everyone.

The imperial doctor's old face was even more unbearable, but with the emperor here, as a courtier, he couldn't turn against the queen, so he had to lower his eyes and bow back a few steps.

The emperor sneered, pointed at the maid and said, "Go and take care of the queen, so that she won't hurt anyone again."

The maids had no choice but to bite the bullet and rush forward, ignoring the queen's struggle, and held her down.

The imperial physician stepped forward again to check the queen's pulse.

The emperor sat there and watched intently. The imperial doctor cut the pulse first, and then there was a trace of hesitation on his face.

"How?" asked the emperor.

"Back to the emperor, the empress is fine, but her body is badly damaged, as if... she lost a lot of blood."

As soon as these words came out, the emperor's eyes suddenly flashed a bright light.

"Excessive blood loss." He stood up slowly, came to the phoenix couch, and told the maid with no expression on his face, "Take the queen's clothes away."

The imperial physician hastily lowered his head in fright, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Even if the empress fell out of favor again, she would still be the empress of a country. She never thought that she would lose even the last bit of decency in front of the emperor.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" The emperor snapped, "I'm still getting impatient, and I want to see you off."

The maids were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they hurriedly pulled off the clothes on the queen's body.

The queen struggled desperately, but was stripped naked by the maids.

The emperor stood in front of the couch with his hands behind his back, his cold eyes swept across the empress.

He is very familiar with this woman's body. In fact, it's not just her. He has an impression of the bodies of all the women in the harem, but in his view, these bodies all have the same appearance. There is no difference. It's just a tool.

except her...

In the depths of his mind, a figure of a woman appeared faintly. Although her figure was not as graceful as those women in the harem, it was real to him.

She never wanted anything from him.

Unlike these women, who smiled at him on the face, but they were full of snakes and scorpions behind their backs.

The queen's body was completely exposed in front of him.

On the neck and arms, there are scabbed bites everywhere, some have just healed, while others are still injured, and the wounds are bloodshot...

(End of this chapter)