In the Wolong Hall, a man wearing a dragon robe is reading the memorial. He has dark hair and thick eyebrows, a handsome face, and an arrogant and unruly look that makes people look deep in his eyes. Sometimes he frowns, sometimes he writes quickly, and his slender fingers are swiping the pen and ink.
In this time, he controls the affairs of the country and all the people in the world.
"Your Majesty, the Queen has woken up." Wei Zhong, the imperial guard with a sword, replied softly to the man sitting at the desk.
"Oh? Are you awake?" He didn't stop writing or raise his head, as if he was talking about an insignificant person.
"Yes, the Queen woke up a quarter of an hour ago and is already in the Imperial Garden." Wei Zhong still leaned over.
Imperial Garden? Nangong Mo's pen paused slightly, and a drop of ink fell on the paper, slowly blooming.
"It seems that the queen is in good health. She suffered such a serious arrow wound, but she still has the leisure to visit the imperial garden?" Nangong Mo smiled dangerously, "Wei Zhong, do you think I should go see that silly queen?
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"Your Majesty is wise, and this servant dare not speculate on the Holy Will." Wei Zhong never straightened up from the beginning to the end.
"Let's go, it's time for me to care about the queen." Nangong Mo put down his pen, stood up and walked out of the imperial study room first.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Wei Zhong followed Nangong Mo and walked out.
As soon as Xia Bingyan walked out of the bedroom, she was startled by the people outside.
"See the Queen." Seven or eight women dressed in ancient pink gowns gathered together.
The Empress? Xia Bingyan looked at the women seriously. There was no doubt that they were palace maids. It seemed that this magnificent place was where the Empress lived.
"Everyone, get up. I'm going out for a walk. Don't follow me." She slightly raised her long sleeves and wrapped Qibao in her wide sleeves.
"Empress, you are injured by an arrow. It is not appropriate to go out now. It is better to let your slaves take care of your empress and rest in bed." A woman in blue clothes stepped forward to help Xia Bingyan. To put it mildly, she was holding her. As Xia Bingyan watched,
He immediately dragged her back to bed forcefully. It seems that this queen is not favored!
Thinking about who Xia Bingyan was, how could she be forced to do so? She was simply looking for death.
"Pah!" A loud slap echoed in the vast palace. The palace maid in blue who was supporting her was slapped hard and flew out, frightening all the women.
"I don't like to repeat my words, so don't force me to do anything." Without looking at the group of women prostrate on the ground, she walked straight out of the palace, looked back at the name of the palace, and wrote [Fengqi Palace].
As expected of the ancient sky, there is no waste gas pollution at all, the air is fresh, the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, and there are flowers and willows along the way. Of course, our heroine automatically ignores those various views.
Although palace maids and eunuchs were kneeling down and saluting all the way, it was hard for Xia Bingyan to ignore the looks in their eyes. How could she not see the contempt in their eyes?
Xia Bingyan curled her lips and chuckled. It seemed that as a queen, she was not just unpopular, but even the eunuchs and maids looked down upon her. She was simply stepped into the mud.