The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 409

[409. Chapter 409]

“Sir, how is the emperor’s situation?” In the Hall of Gan De, Concubine Shu couldn’t help worrying. Holding the silk handkerchief in one hand, the Yuancheng Emperor, who was obviously short of breath and chest tightness, felt tired in the other, and slowly stroked his chest.

The talent on the dragon couch wanted to speak, but unexpectedly it affected his heart, followed by a rapid cough. In this case, it is clear that the disease is more serious.

It has been more than three months since Yuan Chengdi fell ill, and neither party has changed much. However, the stomach can’t take it anymore, no matter how precious the medicinal herbs are, it takes only a moment, and in the end, they all vomit. I called the two judges of the Imperial Hospital directly, and my hair turned white with worry.

Seeing that the man on the bed collapsed, his chest heaving, his body was thin, and his former prestige was not there. Seeing this scene, His Royal Highness, who had been silent for a long time, frowned slightly.

“Re-examination. Discuss the pulse case and take a look at it alone.” People in their 60s are sick like a mountain.

Yuan Chengdi ascended the throne as a young man, and the burden was too heavy. His body was not as solid as the brothers of Zong Zhenglin’s generation. In the past few years, I was tired of the prince, and I was angry and angry at times. Recently, the Mobei war has been busy, followed by snow disasters around, during which the Empress Dowager passed away, and Zong Zhenghan rebelled. After many blows, the emperor in the year of his destiny couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Prince.” The voice was very weak, and the eyes that were only slowly opened still had the air of an emperor. “Chuan Rongzhan, Li Fulin, Su Bowen, Changsun Tai, and Cai Pingkang have entered the palace for an audience.” In

just a few words, he gasped for breath.

Every time Emperor Yuancheng recited a name, Concubine Shu’s heart trembled. These people, all of whom are the emperor’s henchmen, summoned these many people at one time for an audience… Could it be? !

The fingers holding the silk handkerchief suddenly clenched tightly, trying to maintain a humble and respectful face. The emperor explained that the prince was doing errands, and the women in the harem naturally couldn’t interrupt. My heart was beating like a drum, and I was so excited.

After that, the emperor only left Concubine Shu to accompany him, and everyone in the imperial hospital was kicked out of the hall to discuss the case again. Zong Zhenglin’s footsteps were a little heavy, and he stepped forward. He was about to cross the Jinping screen, but he turned around and saw Concubine Shu leaning over slightly, whispering softly in Emperor Yuan Cheng’s ear.

A woman over forty still has her charm. And the emperor on the sickbed is already old and dying. The folded hands of the two rested on the couch, Concubine Shu had a gentle face and a soft demeanor.

Zong Zhenglin’s eyes were stagnant, only to feel that the inner hall with the windows closed was very suffocating.

Outside the Qiande Hall, Gu Changde was called to announce the decree, and Zong Zhenglin stood under the corridor with his hands behind his back. When he raised his eyes, the sky was clear, his expression distant and thoughtful.

After dinner in the evening, Mu Xiyao once again looked at the man sitting on the bamboo slump, tilted his head, and was even more puzzled.

He was fine when he went out, but when Shiji came back, why was the boss so gloomy?

She grabbed a fan of the mountains and rivers in her hand, and Mu Yaonu dawdled along with the rogue, pouted her little butt, and abruptly asked the man behind her to move her a place. He took off his embroidered shoes and climbed up, leaning on his chest with his head raised, the palace fan in his hand made him weak, obviously he was not thinking about it.

Fingers scratched the man’s chest along the open front of the man’s clothes, and his beautiful eyes blinked and stared at the man.

“Prince Prince, is someone angry with you?” The tone was very rare.

Being pressed against her body by her soft and soft body, Zong Zhenglin raised his hand to support her lower back, his phoenix eyes stared at the woman who seemed to be a little cheerful, his eyes flashed.

“The lonely heart is not smooth, and Jiaojiao likes to hear it?” The little goblin’s eyes are very beautiful, and she is especially clever at this moment.

Happy to see you. Someone can clean up the big devil, who is so capable?

It’s a pity that it’s not her, otherwise she wouldn’t have to say anything wrong. “My concubine feels that she has a role to play, and is happy to come to comfort you.” As he spoke, he leaned over and pressed against his chest, rubbing his cheeks randomly.

The cloud satin lining was silky and silky, and draped over Zong Zhenglin, it was exceptionally cool in summer.

“Jiaojiao.” Before she could continue to play tricks, Zong Zhenglin straightened his dishonest head and held her face to face him. “When she gave birth to a child, Jiaojiao was worried that her appearance would be detrimental, and she was afraid that she would meet Gu face to face?”

When did she ever look detrimental! Mu Yaonu’s first reaction was to pout and complain. “The concubine’s appearance is very good, and whenever His Highness sees it, she will use it.”

This reaction… His Royal Highness has a headache. When she encountered something too special, she was confused when she spoke normally.

With a slap on the little woman’s upturned buttocks, the man gave her a warning look, when did he ever dislike her again. Just want to ask her what’s on her mind.

“Don’t worry about seeing Jiaojiao’s unkempt appearance and spoiling you?”

You bastard, dare you!

No matter how loudly he screamed in his heart, he could only hum with disdain on his face. “The concubine gave birth to a son for you. You don’t want to take care of your concubine, and care about the appearance of your concubine! The concubine has a filthy face, and she is also busy with your lineage. It is better for you to remember.” People, if you compare the two with one another, wouldn’t you love them more?

Hearing her confident answer, Zong Zhenglin shrank his pupils, stroked her hand on the top of her hair, and moved slowly.

“At the time of the Prince’s Mansion, Jiaojiao heard that Gu was suffering from the cold, and only had a bun on her head at will.” Although the little thing deliberately tossed him, but she came over after all, and she didn’t even care about her usual love. .

Taking a deep breath, ignoring her doubtful expression, clasping the back of Mu Xiyao’s head, Zong Zhenglin raised his neck, and pressed his cool lips between her eyebrows.

Excellent, didn’t disappoint him.

The scene in Qiande Hall, now that I think about it, Yuan Chengdi will never be unaware.

During the illness, he did not forget to paint delicate makeup, respect the emperor on his face, and pay attention to the posture of the royal front; I am afraid that at this moment, the emperor has recruited others to accompany him. If he misses a bit of important news and affects his future, he will spend the rest of his life in remorse.

Concubine Shu’s pie today, although she conformed to the rules of her ancestors, she lost her holy heart in the end. Although Emperor Yuancheng was ill and unable to recover, how could the emperor’s mind be unable to measure its weight.

Patting Mu Xiyao’s back, Zong Zhenglin put his arms around Zhang Yang, who was disdainful of falsification, and felt more and more that there was something wrong with the little woman’s body. Compared with her rare temperament, it would be worthwhile for him to be more tolerant.

This night, Mu Xiyao was confused, and was forced to grind for a long time between the beds by His Royal Highness, the prince who was worried. She was so tired and crooked, and until she woke up the next day, she didn’t want to understand where she suddenly fell in line with this man.

In the past twenty days, before His Royal Highness King Ning was ordered to return to Beijing from Jingzhou, Emperor Yuancheng fainted again.

On the sixteenth day of the seventh month of the nineteenth year of Zhanghe, at three quarters of the hour, the emperor collapsed in the Hall of Gande. The bequeathed crown prince is the emperor, the imperial concubine promotes the empress dowager of the mother, the concubine Shu promotes the empress dowager of the Virgin Mary, the mourning service changes with the day and the month, and the service of the mountain tomb is frugal.

When Mu Xiyao got this bad news, she couldn’t help being shocked.

The emperor’s last edict, at the last moment, the status of the imperial concubine of Jin was overtaken by Concubine Shu?

Outside the Qiande Hall, hundreds of officials were dressed in plain clothes, and they were silent. Only Xindi’s pair of deep phoenix eyes flashed a trace of sadness in an instant.

[End of This Chapter]