“If she wants to be alone with the Emperor, do you agree? What would you do if something happened to the Emperor?” Junwei asked coldly.
“This... how can the Emperor be hurt if her mother and the Emperor have loved each other since childhood? Lord Yan is so worried!” Chang Xi rebutted.
“People can change their minds, no one can predict. Send a few more people to take care of the Emperor in the future, no need to show up!” Junwei's voice was cold and after a slight pause, he finally failed to uncover what Princess Liang had done. He can't beat a snake at the moment, so it's not good to make the dogs jump off the wall.
Chang Lifestyle is also the chief executive, even the high princess depends on his face, why has he ever been so admonished? He was a little uncomfortable in his heart, but did not dare to rebel against the God-killing, except to promise.
After Changxi retreated, Yu Junwei stood his arm at the door of the secret chamber and frowned. He thought: The Princess Liang had taken a different heart and firmly controlled the false emperor; Changxi had signs of turning to the Princess Liang; and Mrs. Shen took the opportunity to hold the government. It is dangerous for the Emperor to remain in the palace, and he must be sent out as soon as possible to hide in a safe place. If the Emperor does not wake up, there is no way to act. If the false Emperor comes forward and says that he is guilty of treason, he can't argue with himself, and stealing Dragon Spin Phoenix and other horrible things can shake the Zhou Society just a little bit. When the Emperor wakes up, he can't blame himself for dying!
Thinking of this, Zhen Junwei summoned a group of guards to lay them in the vicinity of the secret chamber. Don't let the Princess Liang and the palace people touch the emperor alone, not even to take care of the emperor Chang Xi since childhood, but go down to prepare for the palace affairs.
At this time, Zhou Wudi did not know that he had circled the ghost gate and returned. He was still immersed in the rhetoric of Monsanto Elm, and was disappointed and angry at the difference between Master Shen and Shen Huiru's watch.
Again, there was a difference between the two women who gave him the intuitive feeling of the North and the South. For Monsanto Elm, he ranged from exclusion to appreciation. For Shen Huiru, he didn't know how to imagine. But inevitably, a seed called Doubt has been quietly planted in his heart, sprouting its roots over time.
At this time, Monsanto Elm did not know that he accidentally put a harsh eye drops on Mrs. Shen and Shen Hui. After admonishing herself, she took out the needle box and continued to sew the cotton padded jacket for Po.
“Slaves have met their mother-in-law. It's time for her to take her medicine.” A doctor came in with a bowl of hot soup medicine.
“Leave it for now and drink it in the palace when it's a little cooler.” Monsanto Elm waved his hand and his pale expression solidified for a moment.
“Sister, take it while it's hot. This is a medicine that the Emperor has brought to the gynecological holy hand to tailor for you. Every ingredient in it is hard to ask for. When it gets cold, it reduces its medicinal properties.” Seeing the medicine bowl, Sister Feng's expression of anxiety immediately turned into joy, exaggerating, “Can the Princess be spoiled more than you? How much effort has the emperor put into curing your temple cold so that you can give birth to your royal family as soon as possible? There's no one in the palace! Lady Liang is spoiled. It is the light of Master Shen. When Grandpa Shi returns to the Dynasty, she will not be able to jump for long. ”
“Really...” Monsanto Elm said unclearly, looking into the eyes of the medicine bowl hidden a hint of sarcasm, sarcasm towards himself.
Bishui and Yinchui exchanged a deep look.
Hearing the word ’medication', Zhou Wudi, nestled on Monsang Elm's leg, immediately woke up and heard Sister Feng's praise. His face was green and white, and he kept changing. What the hell is going on with this bowl of medicine? Nobody knows better than him except the gynecological saint. He grunted up, his foreclaws resting on the edge of the coffee table, his nose pumped to smell the medicine, and his inner feeling of weakness almost drowned him.
Meng Sangyu hurried him back and patted him on the head to reprimand him. “It's a drug. It's not a good thing, Po, don't touch it! ”
In case Po's curiosity is too heavy, lick two bites while he is not paying attention, Monsanto Elm drank the medicine bowl with a large mouthful. When she handed the bowl back to the doctor at the royal pharmacy, she flew past a glimpse of light, and the smile on the corner of her mouth had some cold connotations.
This subtle expression fell into the eyes of Zhou Wu Emperor, who closely watched Monsang Elm, making him stiff, such as being struck by lightning.
She knows everything, but she bears everything without a sound! No wonder she talks about herself. She's so indifferent and cold and indifferent! The ability to think was taken away by this idea, and Zhou Wudi's chest was not only stuffy, but also accompanied by stabbing for a while.
Suddenly, he was afraid to face the Toshio, afraid to see hatred in her eyes. But he couldn't help himself. He had to know how Toshio felt to be at ease. This is the first time he cares so much about a woman, even Shen Huilu can't compare.
“Po, what's wrong? Look at me like that?” The little puppy leaned back, the grapey black eyes filled with water, the little look was so cute, the toffee laughed.
There's self-ridicule, there's confession, there's immunity, there's no hatred! Great! Zhou Wudi's heart slowly dropped. He was delighted. He didn't really think about what was happening.
When I get my body back, I will make it up to you! He swore darkly in his heart, sobbing into the arms of Muang Muang Elm, his loved one rubbing Muang Muang Elm warm fingers.