Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 301 Decoction
The next day, outside Chaohui Pavilion.

Queen Wang came from the direction of Fengxia Palace with a cup of soup.

She was wearing a plain Guangling long-tail Luan gown with blessing patterns, a silk jacket and a large cloak, and her hair was combed in a bun. She was dressed quite well.

Now it's still the Empress Dowager's mourning period, all concubines in the palace are only allowed to wear plain clothes and comb their hair, not to mention those gold and jade jewelry.

Empress Wang can dress up more quietly in Fengxia Palace, but if she leaves Fengxia Palace, what should be restrained should be restrained.

In the past few days, she faintly felt that something was wrong in the palace. Although the power to control the palace was already in her hands, for some reason, she still felt anxious.

Maybe the old emperor was just sick, not dead yet.
Queen Wang walked outside the gate of Zhaohui Pavilion, and there was a young eunuch with a delicate appearance standing guard at the gate.

"The servant greets the empress."

"Your Majesty is resting in Zhaohui Pavilion?" Queen Wang squinted at the little eunuch, her expression calm and pretentious.

The little eunuch knelt on the ground and nodded in agreement.

Queen Wang hummed lightly, she walked around the little eunuch and walked towards the pavilion.

"Empress, wait a moment. Your Majesty has an order that no one will be allowed to enter Zhaohui today—"

Before the little eunuch finished speaking, he was slapped across the face.

Queen Wang hooked her lips and smiled.

She raised the decoction in her hand, and said angrily in a cold voice, "I came here specially to deliver the medicine to His Majesty, if you dare to miss the safety of the dragon body, it would not be a pity to hit a hundred sticks."

The little eunuch was trembling and dared not speak.

He was just transferred to Zhaohui Pavilion as an errand today, and he didn't know the way at all.

No one told him what he should do and what he shouldn't do, but why did he offend the empress on the first day of his work!
Suddenly, the zhezi door of Zhaohui Pavilion was opened from the inside.

Jiang Xian came out from inside with a whisk in his hands and a smile.

"Yo, what can alarm our empress?" He looked down and saw the bowl of black lacquer medicinal soup in Wang Huang's hand, and hurriedly asked, "Is your empress here to bring tonic medicine to Your Majesty?"

"Exactly! I hope Director Jiang will pass it on."

Jiang Xian smiled apologetically, and gently raised his hand towards his mouth to pretend to twitch, "Empress, this is not an old slave. Do you need to pass it on when you come to see Your Majesty?"

After finishing speaking, he made a gesture of invitation toward the inside.

Queen Wang asked Meiying to wait outside, while she stepped into Zhaohui Pavilion.

Jiang Xian didn't hurry to follow, instead he raised his foot and kicked the little eunuch's ass, "You bastard, you don't even look at who you are when you stop someone? You deserved to be slapped because you have slap marks on your face " He reprimanded in a low voice with a tense voice, "Why are you still kneeling here? Get out!"

The little eunuch was full of grievances, but he didn't dare to talk back, so he had to endure the pain in his buttocks and ran away.

In the morning, it was Manager Jiang who told him not to let anyone in, so why is he blaming him now?
When the people disappeared in a hurry, Jiang Xiancai dusted off his robe and walked into Zhaohui Pavilion.

In the house, Emperor Zhao did not sit at the table to correct the memorial, but lay on the couch with his back to rest.

Queen Wang put the decoction in her hand on the low table with chicken wings under the couch, she smiled, and raised her hand to pat Emperor Zhao's back, "Your Majesty, my concubine has brought you a bowl of decoction to nourish your body, you should drink it while it's hot." It's better to rest."

Emperor Zhao sat up with his forehead supported, and he glanced at the Queen with displeasure, "Why are you here? Didn't I order that no one should come in to disturb me?"

The Queen Wang was worried, and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty has been ill recently. Although the ministers and concubines are assisting the Sixth Palace, they should care more about Your Majesty."

These words were sincere, but there was a sharp knife hidden under the gentle tenderness.

Emperor Zhao breathed heavily, with a look of helplessness on his face, it seemed that he didn't intend to drive people away.

Queen Wang smiled and picked up the soup under the couch, "This is a soup made from a good tonic. Drinking it can replenish blood and refresh your mind. Your Majesty should drink it while it's hot. The key is to take good care of the dragon's body as soon as possible." .”

Emperor Zhao waved his hand to ask for the medicine to be taken away, "Now I have become a medicine jar, no matter how many rare herbs I eat, I can't nourish myself."

Angrily, he raised his hand into a fist and punched the quilt hard, "I don't know what's wrong with my body. I put so many things in, but I didn't see any improvement."

Queen Wang's thin lips curled up slightly, and she quickly returned to normal in just a moment.

She scooped up the soup with a spoon in one hand, "Your Majesty, don't be too impatient. There is no rush to take care of your body. Here, this bowl of soup is the best for nourishing qi. After drinking it, your majesty will definitely help restore the dragon's body."

Emperor Zhao suddenly looked at Queen Wang, "Why did Queen suddenly persuade me to take medicine today?"

Queen Wang hurriedly put the decoction on the low table, and then hastily pulled up her robe and knelt down under the couch, "The concubine wishes for His Majesty's health, but I beg His Majesty to see clearly!"

Jiang Xian also came over to persuade him, "A few days ago, the empress was worried about the empress dowager's funeral, and now she is also very worried about your majesty's dragon body."

Emperor Zhao had a headache when he heard these words, he sighed and waved his hands, "That's all, I listened to you and drank this medicine!"

Jiang Xian picked up the medicinal soup and handed it over with both hands.

Emperor Zhao picked up the side of the bowl, raised his hand and drank the soup and medicine in the bowl.

In the dark, Queen Wang seemed to be smiling at Jiang Xian.

Emperor Zhao put down the soup bowl and handed it to Jiang Xian, frowned and asked Queen Wang, "I heard that Yan'er committed suicide in the clan mansion?"

"That's right! This child must have come to his senses. He felt guilty towards His Majesty and the Queen Mother, so he asked for a touch of white silk to commit suicide." Queen Wang regretfully shook her head, took out a handkerchief and poured out the medicine juice in his mouth for Emperor Zhao. Wipe it clean.

"Give it a good burial, it can be regarded as an explanation to the Queen Mother."

"Yes, the concubine knows."

"In a few months, it will be the New Year's Eve. This year, the Empress Dowager will go away, so that everything can be kept simple. Officials don't have to enter the palace to celebrate the New Year. Just hold a small banquet at home." Emperor Zhao felt sleepy soon after drinking the decoction Feeling bursts, "You go back, I will rest for a while."

"The concubine will leave now, so Your Majesty can rest." Queen Wang bowed her head and knelt down, took the medicine bowl from Jiang Xian's hand and withdrew.

She looked down at the empty porcelain bowl in her hand, her sweet lips curled up, revealing a hint of pleasure.
In the suburbs of Beijing, at the mouth of Shisandu River.

A simple black-covered boat slowly approached the shore.

The honest-looking boatman parked the boat, with a touch of red on his dark face.

He smiled foolishly and yelled into the tent, "Girl, the capital is here."

After the words fell, a slender and graceful figure came out of the tent.

The visitor was dressed in a rouge-colored wide-sleeved and narrow-waisted cloud-shui skirt, her hair was combed into a coiled snail, and there were a few elegant hairpins in between.

On the white and powdery oval face, two willow eyebrows are curved, the nose is straight and the lips are thin, and a pair of almond eyes are always full of affection, rippling with spring water.

"Thank you, brother, for sending me from Suzhou to the capital." The woman's voice was delicate and sweet, and she spoke authentic Sunan dialect.

The honest boatman blushed even more, quickly lowered his head and kept waving his hands, "You're welcome."

"Mudaniang, let's go!" Another little maid came out of the tent, and stretched out her hand to help the girl ashore.

The two figures have gone farther and farther away, but the boatman is still murmuring obsessively, "Peony Lady!"

　Early update at 19:[-].

　　
　
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