The Job of an Imperial Concubine

Feng Jin looked at the woman who was kneeling in front of her and bent over to support her: "Ai Fei does not need to be polite." His eyes swept over the knee covered by the robe, and turned to the high morality behind him, saying: "Calling people The doctor comes."

"Yes," Gao Dezhong retired after hearing the words, and Yun Xi also retreated with the steaming basin. When he retreated to the door, he looked up and looked worriedly, seeing that the emperor was supporting the master to sit down. Retreated.

"Take a look at me," Feng Jin looked at the tightly covered knee, and said in a dull voice: "Is there anything I can't know?"

Zhuang Luoyan hesitatedly lifted up the trousers, exposing the scary looking bruise, "It's actually not very serious, it just looks scary..."

"Your father is a good official," as the emperor, he wouldn't easily talk about the events in front of the concubine, so Feng Jin only said such a sentence and then turned to the topic, "If you have any pain, pay more attention to it, too hospital What do people do when they are idle?"

The emperor did not mention how her injury came. Zhuang Luoyan naturally would not pretend to say something else, but just laughed: "The concubine just thought about the night, and it is not appropriate to quarrel others in the palace."

"You are my woman, don't worry too much," Feng Jin patted Zhuang Luoru's back with a gentle tone. "You don't take care of your body, how can I feel at ease."

"Emperor," Zhuang Luoyan moved his eyes to the emperor, and slowly lowered his head, believing that the emperor's mouth was better than believing in hell.

Someone once said that when a woman looks down, she is the most attractive. Feng Jin is a normal man, so in this kind of appearance, it is inevitable to move some thoughts, just thinking that Zhao Peng has not taken medicine on his knee, he just reached out. Stroking the green silk, the other hand held the cool catkin.

There is no incense in the Taoyu Pavilion, only a slight fruity fragrance. I want to come to Zhaopin to put the gauze dress into the fresh fruit. Although the taste is light, it makes people feel very comfortable.

Zhuang Luoru didn't know what the emperor was thinking, so she would not move easily, but just pretended to slowly approach the emperor's arms slowly, as if this was the instinct of the body, rather than deliberate and seduced.

The tender touch in Huai Zhong made Feng Jin unconsciously hug the person in his arms. He didn't speak, and he didn't want to speak at this moment. The rare silence and ease made the corner of his mouth rise comfortably.

Gao Dezhong, who was standing outside the door, was a little surprised to hear that there was no voice in the house. Such a good opportunity, shouldn’t Zhao Ping put a block in front of the emperor on the concubine Yuan? , I forgot everything when I saw the emperor?

I really don't know whether this Zhaopin is stupid or good luck. If the emperor didn't happen to hear the words of their masters and servants, then Zhaopin's grievances can only be accepted in vain, I am afraid that they will continue to be grieved in the future.

After all, although grace is very important in this harem, the position is equally important, not to mention that the emperor is not the kind of lord who is fortunate and forgets everything. In this harem, the rules to be observed must be important.

"Father-in-law, the doctor woman is here," followed the two eunuchs behind the little eunuch. Looking at the costumes on the two, they knew that their qualifications were not low.

Gao Dezhong nodded. He thought about Zhao Bian's injured knee. It wasn't right for the doctor to see it, so he arranged for the young eunuch to call the doctor to come. Presumably the emperor would not blame him for his claim.

"Emperor, the medical woman in the hospital is asking for advice." Outside the door, Gao Dezhong raised his voice slightly, enough for the master in the house to hear.

"Xuan," Feng Jin released Zhao Peng and was satisfied with Gao Dezhong's appropriateness. After the two doctors came in, he waved his hand. "You don't need to be too polite, look at Zhao Peng's knee injury."

The two doctors still bowed their knees before approaching the bed. After seeing Zhaopin’s knee injury, the two of them had their eyelids jumped. They worked as doctors in the palace, and they couldn’t see why the bruise came. But looking at the attitude of the emperor, I was afraid that the embarrassing master would be in trouble.

The slightly older medical woman saluted: "The emperor, Master Zhao, this injury did not hurt the bones and bones. The medicine was cured for a few days, just to rub the bruises away, Master Zhao will suffer some pain."

"It's okay," Zhuang Luoyan smiled. "You are taking medicine."

"Master Zhao, the offender offended." The older doctor took out the ointment, rubbed it in the palm of her hand, and then covered the bruises with more force.

Zhuang Luoyan blinked a few times with a lot of pain, and turned his head to the emperor with a solemn look: "Emperor, concubine is all right."

Feng Jin looked at Zhao Peng's delicate cold sweat on the forehead and the corner of her mouth trying to show a natural smile, reaching out and holding her hand, "I know."

Gao Dezhong buried his head even lower. He thought Zhao Peng was smarter than before. Today, he looked like a fool. If he behaves weaker at this time, the emperor may feel more distressed. Worry, just silly.

The emperor...Where would you really worry?Who knows no one in the world is the ruthless emperor's family.

Gao Dezhong is not a real man, so he will not really understand the true state of mind of men.Weak women look more, if a woman is strong for his pretense, sometimes it will make men more pity.

The mellow and soft hair was already attached to the slightly sweaty face, and the palm of the hand holding Feng Jin also sweated, but the woman still smiled gently, as if it was really not painful at all.Rao Shi Feng Jin was so hard-hearted that he couldn't help but soften two points.

After the medicine is applied, the faint smell of herbs permeates the room. This smell is not unpleasant, and even gives a slight sense of invigoration.

Feng Jin wiped Zhanluo Rouge's fine sweat with his own hands.

"Back to the emperor, this medicine is only as good as it is today. In the future, you only need to apply the ointment evenly on the wound," the doctor was surprised that Zhao Pian didn't even hum.

"That's all right, you can withdraw." Feng Jin gathered around Zhuang Luoyan's outer shirt and waved back the doctor, "Come here and wait for my wide clothes."

"Emperor..." Zhuang Luoyan's eyes widened, he didn't seem to expect Feng Jin to rest.

Feng Jin glanced at her and raised his eyebrows slightly, "What's the matter with Ai Fei?"

Zhuang Luoyan shook his head, "No..."

After the overcoat, Feng Jin and Zhuang Luoyan lay on the bed, Feng Jin stretched out his hand to take a look, then hugged the people around him, "How old is Ai Fei this year?"

Zhuang Luoru showed a contemptuous expression in the darkness, and he rolled the sheets so many times that he didn't even know his age.But the tone was filled with joy and shyness, "Emperor, the concubine will be eighteen after sixteen next month."

"Eighteen is the age of flowers," Feng Jin's chin rubbed a few times on Zhuangluo Rofa's top. "Isn't you eight years old when you were enthroned?"

"On the day the emperor ascended the throne, the concubine was able to follow her mother because she was a Fuchu daughter-in-law, so she had the honour of seeing the majesty of your majesty at that time." Remember, the weather on that day was exceptionally clear. At that time, the concubine did not understand the rules. When everyone was kneeling, the concubine secretly looked up at the emperor. At that time, the emperor stood above the high jade steps and dazzled."

Feng Jin reached out and patted Zhuang Luoru's back, with a smile in his voice, said: "I do not know the rules."

Everyone in the world loves to listen to good words, and loves others to always miss him, even if this person is an emperor and a Mingjun, he is still an individual.

Zhuangluo roared with a smile in the dark, but there was no half-love in this smile.