Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

Du Qingheng felt a little flustered when he saw the emperor's smile, with a weak smile on his face.

"Since Concubine Liang has woken up, this imperial doctor is no longer needed. All are called to the Palace of Concubine Xian. Also, Concubine Liang has recovered from a long illness, so please don't go out and take care of yourself."

Feng Xuan Che remembered that this woman was the ghost, and a nameless fire surged in his heart.

"The emperor..." Du Qingheng thought that he had heard it wrong, and a smile on his face couldn't hold back. He wanted to say something, he saw Jinzhong had entered the door, called out all the imperial physicians, and walked out with Concubine Xian.

Concubine Shu was worried about Xu Qiuqiu, got up and followed out with worry on her face.

"Liang Concubine, you should take good care of yourself, and the recent invitations will be avoided." Du Xuechun looked back at Du Qingheng with a look of resentment, said indifferently, and then walked out with Mingying.

Seeing that there was no one around, Concubine Liang took back the resentment on her face, her face was gloomy, she returned to the palace and smashed it severely before giving up.

The two emperors and queens followed, watching Concubine Xian's pale face lying on the stretcher, and the wind was blowing under the feet of the maidservant who was carrying the stretcher, fast and safe.

"The Queen Mother came here prepared this time, and many people in the post of the concubines are thinking about it." Du Xuechun let Feng Xuanche lead her, with a touch of emotion in her eyes.

"Are you afraid?" Feng Xuanche felt a little distressed in his heart, and his hands tightened.

"I'm not afraid, I just feel tired and exhausted." Du Xuechun felt very tired in her heart. In the past few days, due to the child's reasons, she was often lethargic. Now she is a little tired from fighting with the Queen Mother.

"I know." Feng Xuan Che's eyes were full of heartache, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say, as if there was a layer between the two, and no one could break through.

After Mingying heard this, he and Jinzhong looked at each other, only a look of helplessness and regret remained in the other's eyes.

"It's just that I've wronged Concubine Xian." Feeling the heavy atmosphere, Du Xuechun turned the topic off.

"I will make up for her." Feng Xuanche regained his previous indifference, as if the pain he had just lost did not exist.

"The queen mother wiped the marks too clean, I'm afraid it will be difficult to start."

"Nothing, the beating of the concubine Xian will soon be heard by the head of the household department. This account will naturally be counted on the heads of the Queen Mother and Du Heng. I believe it won't be long before the memorial will be received."

Thinking of how they were in the court hall that day, Du Xuechun and Feng Xuanche looked at each other and couldn't help being a little funny.

The concubine Xian lay on the bed and was taken care of by the maids. The imperial physicians also took turns to see a doctor. A pot of blood came out of the palace, which was terrifying.

"Mingying, what is the difference between you looking at that puppet?" Du Xuechun sat on a chair, and wanted to track down this matter, he had to start with that puppet.

"Manny, look." Mingying said, took out a small piece of cloth from her arms and placed it in front of her, "The slave and maid secretly tore it off while people were not paying attention."

Upon seeing this, Feng Xuanche, with amber eyes with admiration, nodded gently to her.

"Jin Zhong, take out this cloth and check what material it is and what material it is."

"Yes." Jinzhong walked to Mingying's side to take the piece of cloth, and then walked out.

Two hours later.

The imperial doctor wiped the sweat from his head and walked out of it.

"Emperor doctor, how about the concubine?" Du Xuechun couldn't wait to ask when the emperor came out.

"The emperor, the empress, and the good concubine are fine, but the criminal law is too heavy and hurts her muscles and bones, and she needs to rest for a while." The physician Wei arched his hands and took out a white porcelain bottle from his medicine cabinet.

"This girl, this is an antipyretic pill. If the concubine Xian has a fever, just take one."

Concubine Xian's maid took the pill, nodded respectfully, put away the medicine bottle in her hand, and went back to look after Concubine Xian.

"Doctor Wei, make some ointments to remove scars."

Du Xuechun spoke indifferently, put down the tea cup in his hand, and raised her beautiful eyes.

First Physician Wei was startled, then he realized what she meant, nodded eagerly, and walked out carrying the medicine box.

"The emperor, empress empress, you are tired too, let's leave it to your concubines." Shu Concubine Zhang Wan'er saw the tiredness on their faces and said respectfully.

Last time the emperor went to the door but did not enter, she also guessed a little bit in her heart, not annoyed, on the contrary, she was a little grateful to the emperor, otherwise she would not know how good Xu Qiuqiu was to her.

"Then hard work, Concubine Shu." Du Xuechun was indeed tired, her eyes were a little heavy, and she wanted to go back to rest.

Seeing this, Mingying immediately helped her get up.

"How about you, the emperor?"

Now that Concubine Xian has been beaten, the outside of the palace must have known it. The emperor is probably busy.

Seeing the joke in Du Xuechun's eyes, the amber eyes were helpless.

"Why do you ask knowingly." When the words fell, he got up and took a step forward.

Seeing the empress holding hands, Zhang Wan'er was inexplicably sighed. She was inexplicably sad because she was afraid that she would not receive the emperor's favor in this life.

Kunning Palace.

When Du Xuechun returned to the palace, his steps were a little vain, and he almost fell. Mingying's eyes were quick and he reached out to help, so as to avoid falling.

"Mother, why is your face so ugly? Is it uncomfortable?"

"I'm okay, helped me sit down, but I was a little tired, and when I saw the blood light, I felt a little sick." Thinking of the **** appearance of Concubine Xian, she couldn't help feeling vomiting, and her face was a bit ugly.

"Would you like to invite Master Wang Chuan to come?" Mingying asked for her opinion with heartache in her eyes.

"No, it's fine if I lie down for a while." Forcibly resisting the discomfort of the body, he covered his stomach with his hands and walked towards the bed, his feet emptied and his movements slowed down.

Du Xuechun, who was lying on the bed, felt more comfortable now. He was a little dizzy looking at the roof, frowned, closed his eyes, and fell asleep deeply.

Mingying is really worried, wanting to be called Wangchuan, but also worried about the queen, there is a dilemma.

"I seem to hear someone calling me."

When Mingying was in a dilemma, a familiar voice came from outside the door, and Mingying was delighted and walked quickly to the door.

"Master Wang Chuan." When Mingying went out, he saw Wang Chuan standing there with a smile on his face, holding sour dried apricots and candied fruit in his hands.

"Mingying, where is the queen sister?"

Seeing that she hadn't come out, Wangchuan looked back.

Just as Mingying was about to speak, she looked around again, and hurriedly stopped and waved her hand to let him come in with her.

"What's wrong?" When he stepped into the room, he looked at Mingying suspiciously and handed the things in his hand to Mingying.

"Master Wang Chuan." Mingying whispered in her ear a few times, Wang Chuan's face suddenly became ugly, and she walked over quickly, taking the pulse.

For a long time, I didn't see him talking.

Mingying frowned, her mouth opened a few times without asking.

"My sister is okay, it's just too tired, plus the loss of energy and blood, just let her rest for a while."

"That's good." Mingying breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Xuanche, who was walking in the study room, suddenly felt a little pain in his heart, the queen's face appeared in his head, and his heart beat faster.

"The emperor? Is it uncomfortable?" Jin Zhongjian looked at him worriedly.

"Go to Kunning Palace."

The amber eyes were worried and the tone was firm.