The Legend of Imperial Concubine Rong

Worry eventually becomes disease, the king worries his disease of the parental care;

Worry for the event buried in the bottom of his heart, only the king has no future worry.

For the entire day, Rong'er was in a daze with a serious expression on his face. Xiaoqing looked worried and asked with concern, "Mistress, are you alright?"

Rong'er stared at Xiaoqing blankly. After a long time, she shook her head and nodded. Finally, she said, "I'm fine. It's nothing. I just have something on my mind." The imperial doctors had said that the red fruit would fall from a person's womb and the soy milk would die from a person's womb. She could think that Zhang LEqi had tried to harm all of them in the past, but no matter what, she could not understand, why would she still harm her own daughter if she died? She could not understand, how could Zhang LEqi's pain after dying be fake? She couldn't figure it out. She really couldn't figure it out. She didn't want to believe it, really didn't want to believe it. She didn't know what to do, and she didn't know who to tell. Rong'er clutched the front of her dress tightly. She felt cold, very cold.

Rong'er had been suffering from a serious illness for the past two days. At this time, she had entered the sect. During the night, Xuan Ye stood in front of Rong'er's bed in the room, feeling very worried. He raised his head to look at the two imperial doctors and asked sternly, "Are you sure nothing is wrong with the Noble Lady Rong? It's been two days. Could it be some kind of illness? " One by one, his children had died early due to illness these past few years. Xuan Ye was truly terrified in his heart.

The two imperial physicians were so nervous that beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads. One of them hurriedly cupped his hands and replied, "Your majesty, this should be because Young Master Rong's labor is already difficult, his physical exhaustion is severe, his post-partum weakness is caused by the cold, and because of that, Young Master Rong's grief and spirit is also not very good. Thus, he fell into a deep slumber and will slowly recover after taking a few days of medicine."

"Are you sure it's cold?" He used to say that it was wind chill and all diseases were wind chill, but then he said that it had changed, so he couldn't help but ask.

"It won't be wrong to return to the Emperor. Young Master Rong really isn't too bad." When the imperial physician saw that the emperor didn't trust them, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Xuan Ye nodded. "All of you can leave. Listen to me at the door."

After everyone had left, Xuan Ye turned around to look at Rong'er, hiding on the bed. Rong'er's cheeks were pink and her hair was casually scattered to her sides. A few strands of hair crawled onto her face to cover her eyes. Xuan Ye gently brushed them away and stroked the redness on her cheeks. Faint, "Rong'er, how did you get sick? Will you get better soon? I really want you to talk to me. Rong'er, wake up quickly, okay? " It was obvious that Rong'er didn't want to wake up. He didn't show any reaction at all to Xuan Ye's words. He looked at Rong'er as if he would never get tired of her and quietly waited. In the middle, Xiaoqing came in to fry some medicine, and Xuanye had Xiaoqing support Rong'er as he personally fed her.

Just as the hour was about to end, the voice of the consultant came from the door. After Zhang DeShun had been given up, the consultant was promoted to the position of head eunuch of the Palace. "Your Majesty, it's already past the hour. You should return to the palace to rest."

Time flies. Xuan Ye looked down at Rong'er again. Rong'er, who was in a coma, frowned slightly. It could be seen that he was still suffering from the illness in his sleep. One night was so quiet, but Xuan Ye actually felt that time passed by so quickly. It turned out that even a silent watchman wouldn't feel stuffy when he liked someone, right?

"Someone, come." Xuan Ye called out, and Little Qing and Qiu E hurried in to receive their orders.

"Serve your master well. When Noble Lady Rong wakes up, send a message to us immediately." Xuan Ye stood up and instructed.

"Your servant obeys the decree." The two palace maids replied. Xuan Ye turned around and looked at Rong'er tenderly. "Rong'er, rest well. I'll come see you tomorrow." With that, he left the room, and from outside came the shouts of an advisor, "The emperor is in command of the Palace."

After Xuan Ye left, Xiao Qing used a wet towel to help Rong'er wipe her face and muttered: "Big brother is gone, but the Emperor seems to have returned to master's side. Sigh, maybe the tragedy has turned into a good thing.

Qiu Er, who was at the side, couldn't help but say, "That's right. Our master is so kind. I hope a good person will be rewarded."

The morning sunlight shone into the house. The best rooms in the palaces were surely the main house's east and west warming pavilions that faced south, while the concubines lived in separate rooms on both sides of the house. Rong'er lived in a room to the east, so there would always be some sunlight that shone into the house in the morning.

As the ray of sunlight entered the room, Rong'er woke up. She saw Xiaoqing sleeping beside her bed, probably taking care of her all night long. Rong'er felt very relaxed. She was sick, and she knew that her head was always drowsy, and she had a vague feeling that the Emperor and Queen had both come to visit her, but she subconsciously didn't want to wake up. It was as if there was something very painful about waking up, and she didn't want to wake up.

"Little Qing." "Master!" Little Qing, who was lying beside Rong'er's bed, unconsciously raised her head. Seeing Rong'er looking at her tenderly, she quickly came to her senses, rubbed her eyes, and happily said, "Master, you're awake!"

Rong'er smiled and nodded. "You must be tired. Go and rest."

"I'm not tired. Master, you haven't been in for two days. I will get Xiu-Er to get you something to eat right away." Little Qing was very happy. Rong'er had been unconscious for two days, so she could only give her some light food. Rong'er was really hungry, so he didn't refuse. Xiao Qing rushed out of the room and went to give orders.

Rong'er was lying in bed. Going up, looking at the sunlight shining into the room, this was a beautiful day, right? But then she thought of Zhang Leyan, she really didn't want to think about it, but sometimes, there were things that happened without thinking about it. Zhang Leyan had killed two of Ruo Lan's children, these two days she had thought, could the death of Cheng have anything to do with her? She had even cruelly killed her own daughter. If it was really her, she would have paid the price for her actions, right? The empress dowager had a lot of things to take care of at her age. She couldn't say them, she couldn't say them to anyone, so she hid them in her heart for now. Since she couldn't find a better way, she decided to hide it in her heart.

Xiaoqing brought back some food. Rong'er's body was already in a weakened state, so Xiaoqing still fed him some congee first. "Master, you've been sick for two days. The emperor is very worried about you." Little Qing said with a smile.

"The Emperor came?" Rong'er seemed to have an impression during her sleep. She just wanted to confirm it.

"That's not right. He came here every night to accompany his master until very late. The emperor also fed the medicine to his master." Little Qing said happily.

Rong'er faintly smiled, feeling the warmth within her heart. However, she lowered her head and didn't say anything.

Xiaoqing also did not see Rong'er's expression, but continued to talk, "Master, recently the Emperor was too concerned about you, and we were really worried that you would lose your favor. Although Brother is gone, since the Emperor is back, we can consider it a blessing in disguise, so Master wants to be a bit more at ease, don't keep worrying about those worries. Just look at your body, it's just a shadow, if you think about those things again, how can you not get sick?"

Rong'er raised her head and smiled gratefully at Xiaoqing, but she couldn't help but say naughtily, "Xiaoqing, you're only one year older than me, right? Why do I feel like an old aunt here!"

Xiaoqing pouted and said, "Master, how can you call me an old servant? I'm not doing this for your own good, am I?"

"Yes, I was wrong, alright?" Rong'er chuckled softly.

"How could master be wrong? The wrong person will always be the servants." Xiaoqing shook her head and said, "Alright, Mistress, hurry and eat. It'll be cold later. Oh right, the Emperor has instructed you to pass on the message to him when you wake up."

She was also a servant, and although she and the empress often called her sister, that was only because the empress treated them nicely. Thinking back to when they had entered the, she had never called them sisters before, and in front of them, she had a noble birth and status. This was the difference in status, as she came from a noble background, she was destined to be a slave forever, Rong'er thought bitterly.