Peerless Forensic Doctor: Leng Wang's Waste Chai Concubine

Chapter 271 Queen Zhao Feiyu

The palace servants spoke to each other, and although they were standing in the corner, their voices were lowered, but Nanny Liu, who was closely following the soft sedan chair, heard them.

She frowned, looked at the dark corner of the wall in disgust, and shouted coldly in a low voice: "Bold! In front of the empress, empress, you can speak such nonsense!"

This group of court ladies is really too lawless, the empress and empress are all here, so they dare to talk nonsense in front of them!
Nanny Liu was very angry in her heart. With such a yell, the maids who had been hiding in the corner and chatting with each other were immediately frightened like a chill and ran away in desperation.

In the soft sedan chair, Zhao Feiyu, who was dressed in a light blue butterfly skirt and painted with a white phoenix, was stiff. The silk handkerchief in her hand was suddenly clenched, and a sharp cold light burst out from her phoenix eyes. .

The soft sedan passed the path of bluestone slabs and bricks, bypassed the pavilions with low rainy horizontal eaves, and finally stopped outside the magnificent Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Granny Liu helped Zhao Feiyu, who had a bad complexion, out of the sedan chair. She hesitated and said, "Mother, let's leave Fengxiang Palace like this... won't the emperor blame you?"

"Blame?" Zhao Feiyu sneered, "Blame what? Blame Bengong for embarrassing him? Is that what you think?"

Zhao Feiyu's choking tone followed four questions in a row, which made Mammy Liu's heart skip a beat, and she quickly said, "I don't dare."

Zhao Feiyu was about to lift her foot and step into the palace gate, when the Imperial Forest Army guarding the gate stepped forward and bent over to salute her.

"This subordinate pays homage to the Empress Empress!"

The extent of his salute was large, and his humility could be seen from his attitude, but it seemed that he was saluting Zhao Feiyu, but he honestly blocked Zhao Feiyu from the door.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Feiyu frowned, a trace of impatience overflowing her delicate face.

"Empress, please calm down. It's not that the subordinates won't let you in, but that the emperor has given special orders before, and the subordinates are just...following orders." Yu Linjun explained.

"According to orders?" Liu Mama took a step forward and shouted angrily: "What are you doing under orders! Right now, the emperor is not feeling well, and there is no one else in the harem who can do it except us, the empress. Lord? Don’t learn the wrong way! Open your dog’s eyes and take a good look at who owns this harem!”

Madam Liu has been serving Zhao Feiyu since she was a child, and it has been about 30 years. She understands Zhao Feiyu's temperament and thoughts best, and knows that she is in a bad mood when she is neglected by the emperor. The rumors and rumors in the middle kept spreading, but she kept suppressing her temper and simply didn't come out of Fengxiang Palace.

Although there is unavoidably an element of anger with the emperor in it, but the 25-year relationship between husband and wife is there after all. No, seeing the emperor is sick, the empress couldn't help but come out to visit?

In the end, who knew that this group of bastards who don't have long eyes dared to block the current empress from the door, it was simply unreasonable!

There was too much movement at the door, and suddenly, the closed door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was pushed open from the inside, and a woman in palace attire came out slowly, her brows were slightly frowned, as if locked by infinite sorrow .

The complexion is snow-white, the lips are delicate and rosy, and the watery eyes are looking up, giving people a feeling of frailty and fragility.

When the visitor saw Zhao Feiyu standing outside, the soft color in his watery eyes changed, but in the blink of an eye, his smile changed.

She greeted him.

Concubine Ni leaned over to salute Zhao Feiyu, and softly called out: "Greetings to the empress."

At this kind of upset time, seeing the concubine I don't like, coupled with the hot weather, makes people's heart and body feel extremely hot.

Rao is such a calm person like Zhao Feiyu, but he still feels a little flustered.

"...get up." Zhao Feiyu said coldly.

"Thank you, ma'am." Concubine Ni stood up with a soft smile, and suddenly, she raised her hand to cover her lips, with a hint of sadness in her eyes. "The emperor's health is still not good. The imperial physicians have already checked on him, saying that the emperor is too tired, but after drinking this soup and medicine, it still doesn't get better."

"It is said that illnesses come and go like a mountain, and that the emperor's condition does not improve repeatedly, and that is true." Zhao Feiyu glanced at her lightly, paused, and said: "You have worked hard to take care of the emperor."

Concubine Concubine raised her head flattered, and quickly waved her hands and said, "I don't dare, this is what a concubine should do."

Concubine Ni wiped away the teardrops from the corners of her eyes, moved to the side, and blessed Zhao Feiyu. "The soup and medicine that the emperor is going to drink is still in the imperial dining room, and the concubine is going to have a look, and the sisters from all palaces are here, and Jie'er is also in there right now, since you are here, go in quickly Bar."

Concubine Concubine's soft words were extremely caring, but Zhao Feiyu clearly felt that her words "since she's here" meant mocking her for not being in charge of the harem right now. .

"The Eighth Prince is here?" Zhao Feiyu thought, a meaningful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her lips, and her eyes were fixed on Concubine Nu. "That's great."

You also have the Eighth Prince Xuanyuan Jie.

but……

Zhao Feiyu didn't know what he seemed to think of, the smile on his lips deepened, and the eyes that looked at Concubine Ni had a sense of scrutiny like looking at a dead person.

Concubine Ni was stared at by her somewhat terrifying eyes, and a layer of goosebumps crawled up inexplicably in her heart. She panicked, apologized hurriedly, and hurried out of the gate of the Hall of Mental Cultivation .

Zhao Feiyu snorted coldly, the cold light in her phoenix eyes was revealed, and she stepped into the hall.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation is as magnificent as before. As soon as you step into the gate of the hall, the gilded incense burner at the main entrance is rising to curl up the incense smoke. burning sensation.

The side hall where the ministers were received outside was filled with Yingying and Yanyan, but there was very little conversation between them, almost no one spoke.

The expression on each of their faces was filled with sorrow, and the atmosphere in the whole side hall was so solemn that it was almost breathless.

I don't know who looked up first, and saw the woman wearing the Xiangfeng pattern clothes that only the queen is entitled to come slowly, and exclaimed: "The empress—"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and after looking up, they quickly bent over and saluted.

"Greetings to the empress, the empress is blessed and safe."

The Queen Empress actually came?

With a cold and delicate face, Zhao Feiyu directly ignored the group of women blocking the intersection, walked up to the chief seat and sat down.

Her temples are neat, her makeup is exquisite, her body is straight and majestic, showing the majesty and demeanor of a queen.

Zhao Feiyu squinted her phoenix eyes coldly, and lightly glanced around at the kneeling black heads, her red lips curled slightly.

"Get up."

"Thank you, Empress."

Hearing the movement in the side hall next door, Xuanyuan Jie, who was using the concubine's embroidered handkerchief to moisten Xuanyuan Han's lips with the tea in the teacup on the table, paused abruptly.

The queen is here?

Xuanyuanjie frowned.

Didn't the queen stay in Fengxiang Palace and never come out?When the emperor had a problem overnight yesterday, she didn't come over in a panic, but she only showed up at this hour today.

interesting.

Xuanyuan Jie smiled lazily, and with an embroidered handkerchief in his hand dipped in tea, his movements of tracing on Xuanyuan Han's slightly chapped lips became smoother and smoother.

"Xiao Dan." Xuanyuan Jie shouted lazily while moving.

"The slave is here." Xiao Dan opened a corner from behind the curtain and walked in. "What is the master's order?"

"I don't have any instructions, but my prince is tired and wants to rest." Seeing that today's "work" is almost done, Xuanyuan Jie casually withdrew his hand and put the embroidered handkerchief aside. "Just rest here."

"Master..." Xiao Dan was startled, and hurriedly said: "This is the emperor's dragon couch, you—"

"Dragon couch?" Xuanyuanjie innocently blinked his big watery eyes, with a sly smile on his lips: "I don't know about dragon couch, I just know—"

As Xuanyuan Han said, he lifted Xuanyuan Han's big palm in front of him, and placed it on top of his robe.

"Look, it's the father who is reluctant to part with this prince and won't let him go."

Xiaodan stared blankly, unable to react for a long time.

His master has changed a bit too much recently, and Xiao Dan himself doesn't know what the reason is, but he just feels uncomfortable.

"Father, you are so serious, why do you keep holding on to Jie'er's robe... Ah, it turns out that Father wants to sleep with Jie'er." Xuanyuan Jie giggled, facing the lying on the bed Xuanyuanhan, who was unconscious on the dragon couch, was talking. "Then Jie'er will listen to the father."

After finishing speaking, he slowly raised his head, his watery eyes were condensed with clarity.

"Do you know how to go out and say it?"

Facing the deep colors gathered in those eyes that should have been pure and innocent, Xiao Dan's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a little flustered for no reason, so she nodded hastily.

"Your Majesty, you are such a busy person, you are really missed by the sisters. The concubine has never seen the Empress Empress, and I miss you very much!" When Zhao Feiyu heard the news that the emperor was seriously ill, she rushed over to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to visit her. In her heart, she was full of ridicule, so she said it.

Zhao Feiyu glanced coldly at her crimson neon dress that was close to the true red, and was annoyed in her heart, so she said coldly: "Sister, this dress is still bright! I will watch it, but recently the weaving bureau has entered again. Some people who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the world have brought out such a color, sister, are you still wearing it at this time?"

On the surface, this statement meant that the Weaving Bureau was not responsible, but everyone present knew in their hearts that this was the empress running on Concubine Ling.

It's just a concubine who is inferior to her, yet she dares to wear such red which is the closest to what the royal family can wear!
She simply didn't take her as a queen seriously!
"Oh, my lady, what are you talking about." Concubine Ling smiled coquettishly, and said: "To be honest, this is a new fashion material that the emperor rewarded a few days ago. The emperor said that such a bright color is suitable for courtiers and concubines, and it looks even better when worn. A person is more delicate than a flower, no, the concubine will wear it."

(End of this chapter)