Feng Miaolian became impatient: "You don't want to leave your mother-in-law and mother. Just leave and say what are you doing?"
The palace maids shut up and dared not speak anymore.
Feng Miaolian returned to her bedroom.
In the deep courtyard of the palace, how can the master keep the safety of his master?
Most of these people stayed, but they were restrained.
She sat withered for a long time and felt a little hungry.
Only then did I remember that dinner was also ignored.
Dinner was not delivered until she reminded her.
It’s not that the palace maids deliberately despise and neglect, but because they dare not send it to them - because they are afraid that she will be sad when she sees it.
Dinner was very poor.
I don’t know if it was the instructions given by the Royal Kitchen or other reasons, but the quality of the food delivered was significantly worse than before. There were only a few plates of side dishes and a bowl of rice. I won’t mention the small portion, and it looks very bad.
No matter what, Tuoba Hong never withheld her supply. Even when she was critically ill, he never took action. He scolded Gao Meiren when she was critically ill. Over the years, he had never treated her materially.
Only this time.
Liu'er was timid: "Empress... This must be the queen's idea... Your Majesty must not know..."
It doesn't matter whether Your Majesty knows it or not.
Without the emperor's hint, Empress Feng would not dare to cover up the sky with one hand.
This time I'm here to be true.
Not allowed to attend the Queen Mother's sacrificial ceremony, and the supply is withheld-
Gratefulness and righteousness are eliminated.
But Feng Miaolian was mentally prepared, and no matter what actions Tuoba Hong did, she was indifferent.
She didn't dislike these meals. Although they had been cold for a long time, she still ate them. But the food tasted too bad, and she was in a bad mood and had a bad appetite. She cheered up and swallowed half a bowl and ate it.
Can't go on.
Liu'er and others thought to ask her what snacks to make, but she refused. In fact, there were many snacks in the Zhaoyang Palace, but she didn't want to eat them.
Lying down early, half of his arms was hot and swollen high, as if he was about to break.
Although I have applied a lot of medicine and applied a lot of secret palace recipes, I still cannot relieve the pain. My psychological despair makes the scars even more prominent.