"Pass it to the imperial physician, quickly pass it to the imperial physician..."
Unexpectedly, within a few days, she had two attacks of the disease. The heart-piercing pain made her really want to die.
When she fell asleep, she felt that a familiar figure was always accompanying her, which made her feel so at ease.
She opened her eyes and saw Chu Chengen and Huan Cui sitting in front of the bed.
"Princess, big brother!"
"Mengfei, how do you feel?"
Chu Mengni smiled slightly and sat up with her hands on her body: "It's an old problem and it won't kill me."
"The Emperor has been with you all this time and just left."
She smiled faintly, not knowing how to answer.
Ouyang Shaogong came to care about what she, a person who didn't need to care about, was doing. There were still a lot of women in the harem waiting for him to care about.
"Did you and the emperor have a quarrel?" Huancui looked at her face.
"It's okay." She smiled slightly.
It's better not to let outsiders know about her and him.
Even if something happens, in the palace and in front of the world, personal matters will become small and insignificant.
Chapter 77 He has no chance to make amends
Chu Chengen knew that his sister was enduring it alone, but he couldn't bear to expose her lies.
"If he dares to bully you, you must tell me and I will help you deal with him." Huancui said seriously.
Chu Mengni nodded gently: "It's really okay. I will tell you if anything happens. It's getting late. Brother, please leave the palace as soon as possible. Princess, can you see my brother off for me?"
"Meng Ni, is your health okay?" Chu Chengen was still worried.
"It's okay, Chun'er will take care of me."
After bidding farewell to Princess Huancui and her eldest brother, Zixiu Palace returned to peace.
Maybe only by not seeing him again, her illness would not relapse. From now on, it would be best for her to step out of Zixiu Palace as little as possible.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is here in a blink of an eye, and I miss my loved ones even more every festive season.
Ouyang Shaogong was half lying on the dragon couch. Since it was a festival, the memorials submitted today were postponed to tomorrow.
Whenever he calmed down, he would think of her, her despair, her fear, and her damn illness.
He owed her, he didn't deserve her forgiveness, he had the power, but without her, he didn't feel happy at all.
He had no chance to make up for the harm he had done to her. She got sick as soon as she saw him. Is this retribution?
He stood up suddenly and strode out.
"Your Majesty, where are you going? Wait, slave!" Jinbao hurriedly followed his footsteps.
He walked to Zixiu Palace, but the familiar figure was nowhere to be seen. He hid under the tree, waiting for her silhouette to appear.
Jinbao ran up to his footsteps: "Your Majesty, Concubine Meng left the palace today, I'm afraid she won't be back so early."
He strode into the deserted Zixiu Palace, where she had lived, and took a deep breath. The air was as fresh as hers.
There was not a single extra ornament in her room. He remembered that it seemed that except for the jewelry he had given her when she first entered Prince Zhao's Mansion, he had never given her anything.
Her clothes were relatively plain and subtle. The only one that stood out was a red robe, which she wore on the day she became a concubine. It had many holes in it, which she probably used to vent her anger.
I remember that when she first came to the palace, she was wearing colorful clothes.
Jinbao followed up and said, "Concubine Meng returned to Chu Mansion today and went to the ranch."
"pasture?"
He remembered riding a horse with her in the sun that day, lying on the grass together, and he asked her to marry him, but she fell asleep.
