When Mu Xiang heard this, she knew that the rice soup was wrong. "My little master, don't eat it. I'll make some new ones for you. You can use these pastries to fill your stomach first." She took the rice soup and the water was flowing in the celadon.
It's sloshing around in the bowl.
Ruan Yuyi nodded slightly.
When she was about to rest in the evening, the Holy Spirit arrived. She hurriedly grabbed her cloak and put it on, got down on the bed barefoot, and went out to meet him.
What Jiang Huaiyang saw was the little lady holding a snow-green cloak emptyly, with a corner of her obscene clothes exposed under the cloak, her hair disheveled, her face as red as rouge, and she just walked out.
His eyes fell on her feet, he frowned slightly, and regardless of whether she had finished her salute, he stepped forward and picked her up.
She let out a soft cry, causing the moving ground below to shake. She hooked his neck and turned his face away.
He put her back under the brocade quilt and handed the Tang Pozi to her feet. "How did you get sick this time?" He sat down on the side of the bed.
He put his big palm on her forehead, turned to Mu Xiang and asked, "Has your master taken the medicine?"
Mu Xiang nodded and said yes.
"Your Majesty doesn't trust me so much," she pursed her lips and said softly, "how can I ignore my own health?" This time, there was no candied fruit at hand, so she even drank it dry.
Ruan Yuyi, whose face was flushed with fever, inadvertently let down some of her guard, and spoke in a normal manner, but to the ears of others, she had a coquettish tone.
I heard Jiang Huaiyang sneer, "I don't know who got sick the first time you met me. Taking medicine is like me forcing you to drink poison."
He still remembered the way the young lady raised her head to drink the medicine with her delicate eyebrows furrowed, but she couldn't take too much in one sip, so she had to drink it bit by bit, which made the bitter taste linger.
Not knowing what she was thinking about, the smile on her lips stopped and she lowered her eyes, "Your Majesty is used to making fun of my concubines."
He played with her hands that were warm from being placed between the quilts. There were some in this palace who were good at painting, some were good at singing, and some were good at getting sick. This was his first time seeing her, but it was very new to him.
He kneaded her knuckles carelessly, but the words in his mouth sent a chill down her spine, "If you don't want to take medicine regularly, don't mess with it."
How much did he know? She couldn't figure it out.
She felt the blood all over her body was flowing backwards, and her feet were so cold that they felt a little numb.
"I've asked Ning He. The hot springs can dispel wind and unblock the collaterals, which is of great benefit to Lingling." He said lightly, as if telling her that she couldn't escape.
She didn't have the intention to think about it any more, so she just said calmly, "Then I would like to thank Your Majesty in advance."
"It seems that the people around Lingling are not very effective, so they frequently ask the master to get sick. I will call one or two more from Luomeixuan in the near future." He pressed her hand on the pillow and leaned forward.
The new emperor called her because he was sure to follow his lead. This meant that people would keep an eye on her daily life.
She pressed against the front of his clothes, wanting to refuse, but unfortunately he didn't give her the right. He traced her lips, and their hair became entangled, confusing their breath.
He let go of her and ordered Muxiang, who was avoiding him, to wait for her to change clothes.
When Luan Yu, who was going to Yangxin Hall, lifted up, she caught a glimpse of Imperial Physician Ning leading a group of eunuch-looking people into Luomei Pavilion with solemn expressions and windy clothes.
The clothes on her body didn't stay on for long, but they still faded away when they arrived at the Yangxin Hall.
There was only one candle left in the inner room, and the figures of the two leaning against each other were faintly reflected on the wall. She suddenly thought of something and leaned back a little, creating a distance enough for her to breathe.
"Your Majesty, I drank the rice soup sent from the imperial kitchen today, and I felt something was wrong -" She suspected that something unclean might have been put in it.
Jiang Huaiyang looked her over. This little lady's intuition was extremely accurate.
After the bowl of rice soup was sent back to the imperial kitchen, it was passed to the hands of Imperial Physician Ning. Ning He had seen the added thing before - in the fumigator in the new emperor's palace, so he hurriedly reported it to the new emperor.
There was a coldness in his eyes. Those hands were really long, and they actually reached into the harem.
"I know." He said casually.
She was pinched by the ankles and held back. Her clothes slid up to her heart, revealing her slender waist. He leaned over her and happened to miss her lonely look.
She clutched his clothes, and everything from her fingertips to her neck was flushed red. Her body was extremely sensitive due to heat, and she tried her best to make her voice sound normal, but she still trembled unavoidably.
Wherever he looked, he saw the white rabbit lantern she had given him when he stayed at Shenghe Temple. However, the candles inside had burned out, but the lantern itself was still intact, showing that it was well preserved.
"Your Majesty...turn on the lamp..." She almost squeezed out these words from her throat.
He placed a kiss on her cheek and reached out his hand to cut off the candle wick.
The inner room suddenly fell into darkness.
Perhaps because there were very few female relatives in the palace, several concubines were allowed to go to the palace. Everyone in the palace was full of joy and started to pack their luggage in a hurry.
Also accompanying him was Bai Zhiqi, who was brought by the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother stayed in the harem and concentrated on worshiping the Buddha.
She used to sneer at these gods and ghosts, but after the third prince was executed, she suddenly began to believe them. It was no big deal. She usually did not leave Cining Palace and worshiped the Buddha every day without interruption. She even used it on her hands.
Holding a bunch of hands and twisting them.
Although Jiang Huaiyang didn't stop him, he still sneered in his heart.
Ruan Yuyi shared a carriage with the new emperor, and each of the female family members beside them, plus several palace servants, packed snacks, and a huge guard of honor to go to the palace in the east of the city.
Although this palace is not as majestic as the imperial city, the halls and pavilions inside are also decorated with grandeur. A clear stream that has been opened by human hands flows through it. It is flowing and swaying. You don't know where to go, but it is a good place to cultivate your moral character.
After dividing the courtyard, the new emperor went to his courtyard to deal with official affairs according to the time.
The female relatives got along with the people they usually got along with, playing and walking around the palace as they pleased.
Ruan Yuyi walked side by side with Concubine Shu, chatting casually, stopping for a moment for the beautiful scenery from time to time, and she was still in a relaxed mood.
"Empress!" A woman's voice came from behind, as clear and sweet as an oriole.
The two looked back.
The visitor was a square-haired little girl, wearing a flowered coat and a pair of white jade bracelets on her wrists. She walked forward briskly and said, "I have met Empress Shu, I have met Ruan Jieyu."
Yan Baolin seems to have a simple mind. Because he is good at talking, he has always been able to get to know others quickly, which can be regarded as a good skill.
She shook a handful of grass stalks in her hand, with a smile on her face, and said, "Mother, how about we fight a grass stalk? If I win, then... you will be considered powerful."
Concubine Shu thought it was childish, so she excused herself, "Just ask Sister Ruan to accompany you. I don't understand."
Yan Baolin turned to look at Ruan Yuyi again, with a pair of clear and clear eyes.
Ruan Yuyi said with a smile on her lips, "I have never played before. You tell me how to play, so that I can accompany you."