The concubine of the high gate

Chapter 314

Ye Mingzhu fell on the bed in a daze.

Her husband, who has been dead for many years, came back suddenly, Ye Mingzhu felt that it must be the wrong way to go out this morning.Just after she finished confessing her love to her husband in front of the minister, the person she confessed to came back.

In this way, the grandmother and the emperor's uncle will finally not remarry than her.However, Ye Mingzhu would rather continue to be a widow, and then find a way to ruin all kinds of blind dates in disguise.

"Mrs. Tai, why are you so cold?" Bihe asked worriedly.

"It doesn't matter, isn't my body always like this?" Ye Mingzhu felt that it was indeed a bit cold, but her body was cold, so she didn't take it seriously, "By the way, Bihe, how can you be martial..."

"Oh, it's so hot, it must be a fever." Bi He was anxious.

"Mrs. Tai has a fever? Bihe, take care of Mrs. Tai. I'll go get Doctor Lu." Xiangya walked out quickly.

Fever again?It took Ye Mingzhu a long time to react.She felt a bit of a headache, but she always thought that it was because of Duan Mozhen's sudden return that she felt a headache!It seems that she only thought of pretending to be sick during the day, so why did she really get sick at night!

Doctor Lu came soon, checked Ye Mingzhu's pulse, and wrote down the prescription.Finally, the air in the room was a little fresher, and now it smelled of traditional Chinese medicine.

Doctor Lu babbled a lot of words in Ye Mingzhu's ear, but Ye Mingzhu didn't remember them.At this moment, Ye Mingzhu has only one thought in her mind, that is, she doesn't have to consummate the house with her husband.So it's okay to be sick.

"Mrs. Tai, it's time to drink the medicine." Bihe brought the medicine over, and Xiangya slowly helped Ye Mingzhu up.

At this moment, the curtain slowly opened.

"What's the matter?" There was a slight hint of displeasure in the voice of the visitor.

Why is there a man's voice?Ye Mingzhu raised her eyelids slightly, and saw Duan Mohuang walking in.

"Go back to the old lady, Mrs. Tai has a fever." Xiangya was a little at a loss when faced with the sudden appearance of the old lady, but it was Bihe who stepped forward to answer.

"Have a fever?" Duan Mozhen frowned and walked forward slowly.

Duan Mozhen sat by the bed, stretched out his hand and touched Ye Mingzhu's head, then shook his head.

"Why not incense?" Duan Mozhen was a little displeased by the smell of medicine that filled the room.

"Madame Tai said that it is too troublesome to smoke incense every time. Madam Tai said that she has long been used to the smell of medicine all over the room. The servants and maidservants have been by Madam Tai's side all the time. They are used to the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and they don't think there is anything wrong with it. " Bihe replied.

"If your husband doesn't like this smell, go out and rest, and save me from getting sick to my husband." Ye Mingzhu murmured in a low voice.

Duan Mozhen looked at Ye Mingzhu who was so listless, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes.From the moment Duan Mozhen knew that he was going to marry this person as his wife, he knew that his wife was not in good health.It's just that Duan Mozhen has never experienced how bad his health is.Now smelling the smell of Chinese medicine all over the room, Duan Mozhen sighed slightly in his heart.I have been on the battlefield for a long time, and I don't know how many times I have smelled the smell worse than this.It's just that I still can't like the smell of Chinese medicine.In Ye Mingzhu's more than 20 years of life, I am afraid that more than half of the time has been spent with traditional Chinese medicine.

Duan Mozhen remembered that Ye Mingzhu was often bedridden when it was not winter or when the weather changed.When the accident happened in Dingweihou Mansion, the weather was cold.That's right, she must be more uncomfortable than now. I really don't know how she managed to run around at that time.

Thinking of this, Duan Mohuang's eyes softened a lot, and there was also a trace of pity.

(End of this chapter)