famous concubine

Chapter 92 Marriage (2)
"Then it's settled. During the treatment period, Your Majesty, you have to remember that you are just a patient who needs to listen to the doctor!" The girl blinked at Feng Feifan, her mischievous appearance clearly showed her childlike innocence.

Seeing her stunning face and coquettish expression, completely like a daughter acting like a spoiled child in front of him, the emperor suddenly felt relieved, raised his brows, and grinned happily.

This bright smile from the heart immediately dazzled Eunuch Qian and Aunt Wanqing's eyes; they glanced at each other quickly, and thought very tacitly in their hearts: Ever since His Majesty suffered from a headache, the smiles in the past few years have been counted on the fingers , such a smile that is completely from the heart like today, there is no trace of it in the past few years.

Feng Yu also widened her ecstatic peach blossom eyes in surprise, and a sense of pride welled up in her heart. The girl Yu's mouth is so powerful that she can actually make the father smile with sincerity and no other emotions at all. It's rare. , it is too rare.

By the time Dongfang Yu and Feng Yu walked out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation side by side, the sun had already turned to the west.

The brilliant sunlight softly enveloped the handsome men and women walking side by side, forming a beautiful picture that envied others.

And the scene where the two were laughing and laughing, creating an infinitely beautiful atmosphere, happened to completely fall into the eyes of the tall man who was used to meticulously arranging a bright purple robe.

Behind the two of them, he looked at the slender shadow on the ground dragged by the sunlight, and suddenly clenched his fists hanging on both sides of his waist.

With the emperor's golden words, the empress had no choice but to let her go with a fake smile.

In order to take care of the emperor nearby, Dongfangyu moved into the side hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation according to the order.

Early the next morning, in order to show that she was a qualified and professional doctor, Dongfang Yu got up early from her sleep and urged the emperor to start the morning run on the first day.

She originally stood quietly watching from the sidelines, but later she became sleepy while standing, so she simply started running with the emperor.

Hearing the sound of the wind blowing in his ears, taking a deep breath of the fresh air, and looking at the girl next to him whose cheeks were stained with glow due to exercise, the emperor suddenly felt that he seemed to have returned to his youth, full of strength.

Although the old man and the young man didn't talk to each other during the run, the distance between the two was virtually shortened a lot.

After the morning jogging, the emperor took a nap for a while, and then all three meals a day were replaced by the herbal diet made by her own hands. As for the massage with essential oils, because the essential oils could not be refined in a short time, he used other analgesic effects Herbal oil was used instead; as for the decoction she took, almost all the ingredients used by the imperial doctors were replaced.

Day after day, the emperor was very cooperative in the persistence of the oriental language. He suppressed his domineering aura and was as approachable as a gentle and nice gentleman, but occasionally his temperament was very similar to Feng Yu's. Never afraid of his oriental language, he is even more unscrupulous in front of him.

Persisting in the same way, the frequency of the emperor's headaches decreased day by day. On the seventh day, the emperor felt no pain at all, and because of the outdoor running exercises in the past few days, he obviously felt that his spirit had improved a lot , at least I slept soundly at night, and I didn't feel any tiredness during the day.

And after so many days, there is still no news from the village where the plague occurred; in addition, another thing happened that worried him; The secret decree went to the accident site a few days ago, and so far, no news has come back.

After the morning run on the eighth day, the emperor returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Facing the girl's particularly bright and expressive eyes, I looked at her smiling, calm and confident expression on her face.

The emperor remembered the doubts that had been suppressed in his heart for many days, and suddenly asked with deep meaning: "Xiaoyu, I only heard Yu'er mention that you once saved people by blocking coffins on the street; I didn't ask much before, because Believe in Yuer; now, are you interested in telling me about your affairs? By the way, I have always heard that you call yourself a court lady, and your father is..."

Dongfang Yu was stunned, her eyes flashed a strange color, the emperor didn't know her identity?But what does he mean?Suddenly interested in her identity and family affairs, could it be...

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and glanced at the emperor's majestic face with a faint smile with a vigilant cold look.

Feng Feifan is just a hypocrite with a dignified appearance, but in fact he is just a shameless person with dirty thoughts?Or... does he have the habit of eating young grass with old cows?

But in getting along with her these days, he doesn't feel like this kind of person to her?

"Why, Xiaoyu is not willing?" The emperor stared at her face with changing expressions, and his voice floated slightly chilly.

When Dongfangyu hardly gave him any thought to refuse, the emperor immediately pressed forward with every step, his eyes flashed, and his eyes swept over with the majesty and oppression of the emperor: "Is there any inconvenience?"

The words were forced to this point, and Dongfangyu naturally couldn't keep silent anymore. She lowered her eyes slightly, letting her long and dense eyelashes completely cover the cold and flickering eyes, with a nonchalant smile, and said lightly: "Your Majesty wants to hear it, and my daughter-in-law said it."

After a short pause, she smiled slightly and said, "Return to Your Majesty, Dongfang Ye is my father."

"Your father is General Dongfang?" The emperor closed his eyebrows, his eyes flickered, and seemed to be very shocked by the news, "Who is Lingtang?"

The girl's magnificent and charming face suddenly darkened, and her clear eyes seemed to be stained with a layer of gray. After a while, she heard her whisper: "My mother's boudoir name is Mei Ruge, and she has passed away for many years."

Hearing this, Feng Feifan somehow felt a chill in his heart, and then his whole body felt icy cold, as if his whole body had suddenly fallen into icy water, struggling for a long time and unable to get up.

Dongfang Yu looked at his face that suddenly lost blood and turned pale, and felt extremely astonished in his heart.

He couldn't help frowning and thinking: Seeing the sincere sadness on his eyebrows, could it be that the emperor and Mei Ruge are old acquaintances?Or is there some kind of unusual relationship?

Dongfang Yu glanced at the emperor from time to time, and his mind was full of thoughts for a while; Feng Feifan was so preoccupied that he seemed to have long believed that Dongfang Yu's biological mother was an important old friend of his. , the whole person suddenly seemed to be covered with heavy winter frost.

For a while, the hall was surprisingly silent.

After a long time, the emperor raised his head slowly, suppressed his grief and incomprehensible emotions, looked at the girl with clear eyes, and said slowly: "Girl... now my headache is cured, what reward do you want? Hmm , you just bring it up, as long as I can do it, I will definitely reward you."

The girl raised her eyebrows slightly, surprise appeared in her eyes, but she quickly covered it up again.She looked at the thin-faced Emperor Dongcheng lightly, and a strange emotion gradually filled her heart. How could she hear his voice, and she could hear a sense of silence and desolation.

(End of this chapter)