The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 180 Is My Bed
When she came out of the shower and walked to the courtyard of the dormitory, she saw Zhang Deming waiting at the door of the dormitory.

Su Xi hesitated for a moment.

Zhang Deming is almost inseparable from his Long Live Lord, so when he sees Zhang Deming, he will think of a dog man.

He is back?

"Eunuch Zhang, long time no see, are you all right?"

Su Xi made an awkward opening speech.

Obtaining a moment of cleanliness is like a century of comfort. It is not easy to live a moist salted fish life.

"The servant pays homage to the imperial concubine."

Seeing Su Xi walking over, Zhang Deming bowed in a servile manner.

"The slave is all right, but the emperor's dragon body is all right!"

He bowed his head and hung his head deeply on his knees.

"What happened to the emperor?"

Su Xi's eyes suddenly tightened.

Damn, why are you so nervous all of a sudden?

"Your Majesty, the Emperor suddenly fell ill, and now he is lying in the Hall of Mental Cultivation and can't even get out of bed, so please go over and have a look."

Zhang Deming wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and opened his mouth tremblingly.

Su Xi paused, with an expression of disbelief.

so serious?

Zhang Deming secretly glanced at the complexion of the imperial concubine, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The imperial concubine seems to be very worried about Lord Long Live.
"I'm not an imperial doctor, what's the use of seeing me?"

After saying a word, Zhang Deming's nerves tensed up again.

"Your Majesty, the imperial physician has already prescribed the prescription, and the medicine has been boiled, but the Lord Long Live can't drink it, and this slave is really helpless. If this continues, the slave is afraid that something will happen to the Lord Long Live."

Zhang Deming didn't dare to finish his words.

This errand can directly kill someone!

"Didn't he be alive yesterday? How could he get sick so quickly?"

Su Xi flashed a pair of big eyes suspiciously.

"Your Majesty works so hard day and night, even if his body is made of iron, there will be times when he can't bear it. Your Majesty, hurry up and take a look."

Zhang Deming knelt down and begged.

"Why don't you go to the queen? Even if you don't invite the queen, there are still so many empresses in the palace!"

Su Xi was going to skip Zhang Deming and go straight to the dormitory to sleep.

Who knows if this is a hole deliberately dug by someone for her to jump into?

"Imperial Concubine, only your place is the closest to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, so the slave came here directly. If the empress delays any longer, the slave really dare not speak any further."

After Zhang Deming finished speaking, he kowtowed deeply.

Seeing that Zhang Deming spoke so seriously and didn't seem to be lying at all, Su Xi hesitated.

Is he really critically ill?

The ancient emperors didn't live long, not to mention busy with government affairs, they had to serve so many beauties in the palace, so it was not impossible to die suddenly.

It seems that in ancient times, if the emperor died of illness, the concubines in the harem would either be buried with him or be shaved, and the end would be miserable.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help shaking her body.

"Go, go! Don't let him die of illness!"

Before she had time to think any more, Su Xi rushed forward holding her skirt.

Zhang Deming staggered and followed, sweating so much that his underwear was almost soaked.

When Su Xi stepped into the inner hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation with her skirt in her hands, she immediately saw the man lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Her big moist eyes flashed, and she approached the bed step by step.

After sitting down on the low stool, she rolled her eyes and looked around.

"Damn, isn't this my bed?!"

The first sentence he spoke made the man tremble slightly.

(End of this chapter)