Beloved Empress

Mo Qiqi slept until three poles in the sun before getting up. It is strange that those concubines didn't come here today to tell Yang Shihan how to let her sleep.After all, it’s been a while since those concubines came here every day to say that Yang Shihan didn’t bother, I hope her queen can help them out, really deceived her as a fool!

Sit up, stretched out, very comfortable.It is said that I came back last night to take a hot bath and drank the semi-scented ginger tea, so that I didn't get sick, otherwise it would be strange to be so sick in such a cold day!Although it was already spring, it was very cold at night.

"Niangniang, you are awake." Banxiang walked in.

"Huh! Early!" Mo Qiqi lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He said hello to Banxiang in a good mood. Then he sat in front of the vanity mirror and asked curiously, "Is there a special day? Why didn't the concubines come to please?" "

Half-scented took the wooden comb to help the master brush her hair, and then replied: "Mother, I heard that the emperor is ill, and the concubines are worried to greet the Royal Palace. Then there is still a thought to please the mother."

"Sick? What's sick? Will you die?" Mo Qiqi asked happily.Is this called evil and evil, and it was not possible to kill her yesterday, but he was retaliated instead?

"Niangniang, Mo Yaohu nonsense, if it is heard, it is a crime of great disrespect. I heard that the emperor is infected with the wind and cold, does the maiden want to go to the hospital?"

"Me? Serve him? He wants to be beautiful. But it's just a cold. As for such a small problem! It's not a terminal illness."

Half-scent shook his head helplessly.

After breakfast, Mo Qiqi continued to come up with a map of the palace to study how to wear it back, muttering to himself: "How can I find the way to wear it back?"

Seeing that Master Master really didn't plan to see the emperor, she couldn't help but say again: "Ma'am, are you really not going to see the emperor? The concubines have gone, if the maid doesn't go, I'm afraid it's inappropriate!" "

"What's wrong, I don't know if I'm afraid of catching a cold! What should I do if I get infected? Don't go." Mo Qiqi refused to continue to study the map, but his heart couldn't calm down: if he didn't Go, will Jun Qianche doubt that he already knows that he is going to kill himself?If so, would he take advantage of this illness and give himself a false accusation?If so, wouldn’t I have lost money?No way!He cannot be allowed to find an excuse to get rid of himself.

Suddenly stood up.

Banxiang was startled: "Mother, what's wrong?"

"This palace thought for a while and felt that it was still necessary to give the emperor a face, but he was also a prince of a country. If he didn't give such a face as a wife, he would not be able to stand up in front of the hundred officials and the people." Mo Qiqi said Serious, serious.

Half-scent only felt three black lines slide down his forehead.Fortunately, though, the girl figured it out, it was still a pleasure.

Royal Palace

Jun Qianche sat on the large dragon bed and looked at the maid with the medicine at the front of the bed.

The court lady respectfully said: "Emperor, the doctor said that this medicine should be taken while it is hot.

"I know, you step back first."

"Yes!" The lady put the medicine on the square stool in front of the bed and immediately retreated.

Jun Qianche looked at the medicine on the square stool and held out his hand. When he touched the medicine bowl, he shrank back.It's said that he hasn't taken medicine since he was ten years old, but when he smelled the smell of the medicine coming from him, he thought of the taste of taking medicine in his childhood, which was really miserable.

Mo Qiqi's little head came in, and inquired about the situation in the room. Doesn't Banxiang say that the concubines have come to serve?What about people?Wouldn't it be lie to her!

"Come in!" There was a cold, bitter voice in the inner room.

Mo Qiqi had a headache when he heard this voice. Since he was found, he is too late to walk, and he can only walk in with a scalp: "Emperor, we meet again."

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