The pear blossoms crying in Fengwu brought rain, but Feng Qiao didn't even give her a look.

Then a sentence made the wind dock stay where it was.

"Did I say the foot of the Forbidden Ice Pavilion?" Feng Qiao slowly spoke, "I said that the queen is not in good health and needs to be cultivated, which ear can you hear that I am enough to prohibit the Ice Pavilion?" The concubine's comprehension ability is really stronger than that of ordinary people. ”

Feng Wu was stunned for a moment, his throat was a little dry, and he quickly explained, "Your Majesty, it is the concubine who misunderstood the meaning, please punish the emperor." The concubine really wants her sister to be well and recuperate. A few days ago, I boiled porridge for my sister and sent it over, but my sister said that she didn't want to drink it, and asked me not to send it anymore, she didn't like to drink it. I thought my sister didn't like it, so I didn't send it again......"

"Really?"

Feng Qiao smiled faintly, not believing it.

"Didn't you say that the queen was grounded? How do you send the porridge in? So, my words are in front of you? Or, it's all up to you in this palace, you can ban whomever you want, you can ban whomever you want, and you can send things if you want to, I didn't care about the harem for a long time, but I didn't expect the harem to change its owner long ago. ”

"No, the emperor, no, ......"

Fengwu wanted to cry without tears, he said everything in a hurry just now, and now he deleted his mouth, and if he said a few more words, he might not even be able to save his life.

The crime of bullying the king, the abuse of power, and the murder of the queen, the punishment can be imagined not to be very light.

Feng Wu knelt a little and moved to Feng Qiao's side, his knees were grinding on the marble floor and he didn't dare to frown, his knees were red was a trivial matter, and a small life was a big deal. She stretched out her hand and wanted to grab the hem of Feng Qiao's clothes, but thinking of being ruthlessly thrown by him just now, she was still a little timid, and she wiped her tears on the side, and those who didn't know thought that the weak and helpless concubine was being bullied, and wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry.

There was an annoying and suppressed low cry from the woman, Feng Qiao frowned, not a little annoyed.

"The queen hasn't woken up yet, are you crying?"

There was an obvious hint of impatience in his tone, and Feng Wu suddenly stopped crying, covering his mouth and not daring to make any more sound.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door, followed by Xiao Ningzi's tentative voice: "Your Majesty, the porridge is ready." ”

The imperial doctor said that it would be nothing big if the queen woke up, and now there is only time and recuperation to slowly recover her body. No matter how you say it, the medicine is not as effective as the grain, the queen is weak, and the most fundamental thing is the whole grain, which can eat a little is a little, and gave the imperial dining room a medicinal meal, and boiled a pot of soft glutinous and sweet medicinal porridge and sent it over.

"Come in."

Xiao Ningzi got the order, carefully held the tray in his hand, looked at his nose and nose, and didn't dare to look around.

When the concubine came in, the emperor's face was very ugly, that face was white, Xiao Ningzi was a little worried that the emperor's temper would come up and he would not be able to control and kill the concubine. Now it seems that it is okay, at least the concubine is still sitting there with her hands and feet complete, and her life is still temporarily saved.

But it may also be temporary, if it is really like what the young imperial doctor said, the concubine still doesn't know how she died.

Xiao Ningzi put down the tray and opened the lid of the porridge, the sweet smell of rice porridge mixed with the fragrance of herbs suddenly emanated, and even Xiao Ningzi, who had seen countless delicacies, swallowed a little saliva.

Unlike the delicate and beautiful porridge that often appears in the palace, with all kinds of petals and nuts, the warm white color of this porridge is a clear stream of color. The warm white is mixed with soft shiitake mushrooms, which looks appetizing.

This porridge has an appetizing effect, which can better make Huang Yu feel hungry, and then swallow it in a coma.

Although Phoenix Feather doesn't need any more hunger.

I took the silver needle on the tray and tried it, showed the emperor that there was no poison, and then scooped up a spoonful and added it to the small porcelain bowl that was still there.

After doing this, he stepped aside, lowered his eyebrows, and quietly made a wooden Zhuangzi.

The temperature of the porridge was just right, Feng Qiao held it with his right hand, and the other hand supported Huang Yu from behind, the aroma of food came, Huang Yu sighed, but she didn't wake up, the hunger instinct made her arch slightly in Feng Qiao's arms, as if she could eat by relying on him.

Huang Yu opened his mouth slightly, trying to find the source of food, but he restrained himself and closed his mouth again, frowning, as if he wanted to resist the delicious food.

Feng Qiao also saw the small shiitake mushrooms in the porridge bowl, and without hesitation, his slender fingers held a porcelain spoon, carefully blew the cold porridge, and sent it to her lips.

But he didn't feed it in, and the porridge slid down the corners of his mouth, and he didn't even pass through his teeth.

Although she was hungry, she seemed to have an almost paranoid resistance to the food brought to her mouth, and she consciously protected herself in her sleep, not giving in to her hunger instincts.

What makes a person who is starving to death have such an obsession, or rather, such unconscious self-preservation?

What has she experienced during the period when he was not by her side.

Feng Qiao was very distressed, he wanted to wake her up immediately, and ask her how she could have become like this, under his nose, being hurt like this, and he only knew now.

Feng Qiao touched Huang Yu's lips with a spoon and coaxed softly.

"Good, swallow it"

The teeth are still clenched, and there is no possibility of drinking at all. She turned her head and buried herself in Feng Qiao's arms, if she didn't know that Huang Yu couldn't rely on him so much, Feng Qiao even thought that Huang Yu had woken up and deliberately didn't want to eat.

Thinking of this, Feng Qiao's heart hurt even more.

He was her husband, but he didn't give her a shoulder when she woke up, and only when she was asleep could he show the weak side of the woman.

Feng Qiao put down the spoon and pulled Huang Yu's little face out of his arms, his face was still cold, and his lips were not so white, but it was still not good-looking.

Feng Qiao took her left hand and squeezed her mouth slightly, picked up the spoon and slowly poured it in.

Huang Yu frowned and struggled, and refused to swallow the porridge in his mouth.

Feng Qiao leaned close to her ear and said softly, "Good, I won't hurt you, swallow it."

It was amazing, Huang Yu seemed to hear his words, and his struggle was smaller, and he grunted and swallowed the porridge in his mouth.

She leaned on Feng Qiao's arms, chirping and chirping, feeling that this porridge was very delicious, her pale face finally became slightly ruddy, and she rubbed it into Feng Qiao's arms again.

Feng Qiao scooped another spoonful and whispered, "There are still more, don't worry." ”

Huang Yu cooperated and sipped the porcelain spoon into his mouth and swallowed it.

The snow outside the window is clear, and it is infinitely quiet at the moment.

Snow fell gently on the bluestone steps, and a layer of slippery ice froze inside the cracks.

Feng Qiao put the empty porridge bowl on the table, golden and cold as ice as looking at the wind dock sitting beside him with his head lowered, and suppressed his anger, "This is what you said about Huang Yu not like to eat shiitake mushrooms?" But she clearly ate cleanly! ”

"The Emperor's ......"

"No need to explain!" Feng Qiao waved his hand lightly and interrupted Fengwu, "Huang Yu is the daughter of the former left minister, the queen of me, and the mother of the country. ”

Feng Wu has always been clever and eloquent, but he couldn't say a word at the moment, his fingers twisted the snow-white handkerchief, and he looked at Feng Qiao pleadingly.

The voice startled Huang Yu, and the person in his arms twisted uneasily, and buried his face in Feng Qiao's neck socket with a snort.

Feng Qiao immediately changed into a gentle appearance, touched her hair and whispered a few words.

Feng Wu's heart twitched slightly, Feng Qiao, her husband, how could he have spoken to her in such a soft-spoken manner? How could she ever have been so gentle and smiling, and felt sorry for her weak body because of discomfort in her lower abdomen?

Feng Wu's hand tightened the gorgeous dress at the hem, and the gold and silver threads pierced her eyes like pinpricks.

She knelt beside her, didn't dare to make a sound, didn't dare to move, looked at him gently and quietly coaxed the person in his arms, never looked at herself at all, and the whole person of Fengwu was like a piece of wood.

People and people are indeed incomparable.

The left phase is like a phoenix feather, as if under the bright moon, the lightest touch of the hollow valley orchid;

And what about her? is just a servant in the palace, looking at the face of the master, living carefully, and even the face of the master is rarely seen;

When Huang Yu was coquettish in Zuo Xiang's arms, and when she was loved by thousands of people, she was sent to the palace that eats people and does not spit out bones, and lives carefully on the abyss, for fear that she will not wake up one day;

When Huang Yu had gold and silver jewelry that she couldn't wear, and she couldn't wear enough gorgeous clothes, she was happy for a long time because she got an old dress with few patches;

Huang Yu was young and ignorant, and when she was nostalgic for love, she was pointed at her nose and laughed at the pockmarks on her face and her broken wrist;

When Huang Yu was chanting poems to the moon, she was serving tea and pouring water;

Huang Yu has a luxurious and delicious jasmine aroma, and because she washes and chops wood all year round, her dress inevitably smells earthy;

Even if Huang Yu is wearing clothes with patches, he is still so beautiful that he is not stained by mortals; And she had already been beaten in the winter washing clothes and pouring dung, her skin was blackened, her hands were chapped and red, her hands were swelled, her wrists were cut off by an axe, and she never saw the green appearance of a girl again;

Huang Yu is not stained with mortal dust, what she thinks and loves is just a collection of stories, and when she was a girl, she counted every day for a grain of rice and a steamed bun;

Huang Yu is a chapter, and the most temperamental sentence she knows is just a sentence like holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son, and everyone on the street will recite it.

When she finally flew on the branch and became a phoenix, but still under the feet of the phoenix, the man she loved would never have a shadow of her in his eyes.

Huang Yu didn't like him, and when she pushed him out, she was waiting for Feng Qiao to take a look at him.

When Huang Yu clutched his heart and provoked him unscrupulously, she didn't even dare to say a word out loud to him.

No matter how much Huang Yu makes trouble, he indulges him, even if he looks like he is quarreling on the surface, he is still reluctant to let her suffer a little in his heart. But what about her? Kneeling here in the winter, he didn't even look at it, and he even felt disgusted.

Feng Qiao, I'm also your wife, why can't you look at me squarely and see my sincerity.

Therefore, some people still have to recognize their identity, don't think that climbing on the branch and becoming a phoenix has become a concubine of the squire's family, which is the real master.

The young father-in-law's words rang in his ears.

Don't...... No matter how affectionate she is to Feng Qiao, she is just a lowly concubine, and she can't step into his heart?

"The Emperor's ......"

Feng Wu couldn't help but reach out and grab the hem of Han Fengqi's gorgeous clothes, buried his face in the palm of his hand, and held back the sad tears in his eyes.

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