The promotion of the imperial palace of the prosperous Huangmou

Chapter 393 Results
Immediately, the entire hall was in chaos.

Emperor Wen was taken aback.He stood up and said repeatedly: "Go and ask the imperial doctor, go!"

Empress Xu saw that everyone was panicked and flustered, so she reprimanded them sharply: "Sit down for me, what are you making so much noise about?"

Only then did the scene calm down a bit.

For a while, he didn't dare to act rashly again.

However, Mei Jingfang and Concubine Hui are still in the same chaos.

Mei Jingfang lay prone on the table and didn't get up for a long time, clutching her stomach tightly.

Concubine Hui also clutched her belly, her complexion even more ugly.

Emperor Wen strode over, and when he reached Concubine Hui, he knelt down on one knee and hugged her in his arms, his voice couldn't be more concerned: "How do you feel? What's wrong?"

Concubine Hui clutched her stomach tightly, and then grabbed Emperor Wen's sleeve: "My concubine's stomach hurts—my child—"

Emperor Wen's complexion suddenly became ugly.Then he turned his head and reprimanded the palace servants: "Are you all dead? Right under your nose, how can such a thing happen?"

To be honest, such a thing would happen, and thinking about it now, I really feel a little unbelievable.

It was fine, but it fell, and it happened to fall in front of Concubine Hui.

It was a coincidence that seemed to be intentional.

Lu Juntong noticed that Fang Ruihua didn't move at all from the beginning to the end.

He neither leaned over nor said a word of concern, and sat indifferently all the time, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

Of course, in fact, it was indeed none of Fang Ruihua's business.

The only one who went forward was the imperial concubine.

The imperial concubine somehow helped Mei Jingfang up, and then asked with concern: "Where did you fall?"

Mei Jingfang felt it carefully for a while, and then said in a crying voice: "It seems that I have a stomachache, and my stomach hurts."

For a moment, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, with a bad premonition floating in their hearts.

Both pregnant women clutched their stomachs and complained of pain——

Li Yan glanced at the third prince.

The third prince has been sitting in his position without moving.His expression was a bit complicated, but he never looked up.

Lu Juntong watched Li Yan's actions, and suddenly his heart moved, and a thought popped up: Could it be...

This idea is a bit too absurd.

So in the end Lu Juntong pressed down again, thinking it was unlikely.

The imperial physician almost ran over all the way.

As soon as he came in out of breath, before he even had time to salute, he was called over by Emperor Wen and immediately gave Concubine Hui a pulse diagnosis.

After only two breaths, the imperial doctor's face turned pale.

Just looking at the imperial physician's expression, everyone's heart skipped a beat.I just feel bad.

Lu Juntong took another look at the third prince.

It turns out that although the third prince has a complicated look on his face, he doesn't seem to be as nervous as before?
Or maybe the third prince will feel completely at ease when the child is gone?
Think about it this way?Lu Juntong still felt a little cold.

However, what the imperial doctor said was not so deadly: "My lady is in a dangerous situation. She had already moved her fetus before, but today she looks even more turbulent. I'm afraid that from now on, she will have to rest in bed—"

Just resting in bed may not be able to keep it.

Of course, the imperial physician would never dare to say these words.

Emperor Wen breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then yelled loudly: "Come on, why don't you send Concubine Hui back to the palace as soon as possible?"

After wiping it off, she gently bowed her head and said to Concubine Hui: "Don't worry, my concubine, I will let the imperial physician protect our child."

With such a guarantee, Concubine Hui looked a little better.

(End of this chapter)