When the news of Leng Qinghuan's pregnancy with the emperor's grandson spread, the palace was far-sighted, and there were many people who rushed to tie her up.

From the servants in the palace to the neglected warbler Yanyan beside the emperor, there was an endless stream of people in the Pujia Palace, and gifts were piled up in the narrow hut. There is a kind of mountain that is not high, but has a fairy name; Si is a burrow, the only taste of my pet.

Jin Yu's eyes were red, and he was so jealous that he gritted his teeth secretly, and he couldn't replace it. Leng Qinghuan complained bitterly and was overwhelmed.

The emperor is now old, and most of the concubines with high positions are old people around him, who have experienced a lot, and their hearts have precipitated, and they are no longer as sharp as young people, fighting to the death. On the contrary, they greeted each other and got along very well.

They all understand now that eating with their faces has become a thing of the past, and for an emperor, his favor will not last long after all, and even if he earns it, it may be short-lived.

Therefore, they put their energy, more, into the upbringing of their children, and only their own children are born, which is their future dependence.

This kind of struggle is like a calm and windless sea, but in fact, the dark tide inside is surging, and as long as there is a gust of wind, it can set off high waves.

What Leng Qinghuan wants to guard against is precisely these old drama bones.

And the other wave, which is completely different from these concubines, is those young and new-minded new favorites, just like Yan Concubine.

They relied on their outstanding appearance and young capital to fight for their heads in front of the emperor. They have no support for the time being, they can only fight desperately, just like beating chicken blood, jumping up and down, not at all.

These people, on the contrary, are not a threat to themselves.

Leng Qinghuan looked at these tireless women, and sometimes wondered, the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, with such an energetic Lao Tzu, will Murong Qi also go up and down?

If, Murong Qi also sits in this position one day, neighboring countries offer beautiful princesses, ministers do everything possible to dedicate their daughters, and those lonely and vivid and beautiful show girls palace people, Murong Qi's side must also be surrounded by pearls.

When the time comes, he is going to run away from home again, Murong Qi is afraid that he will not be able to ask for it, so he hugs left and right, and waves his big hand: "Hurry up and get out!" ”

Thinking about this, Leng Qinghuan couldn't help but shudder.

Moreover, at this time, another big event happened in the palace, which made her even more frightened.

Yan Concubine, who had just been pregnant and was in high spirits, suddenly slipped the fetus.

Originally, her body was very good, and there was no uncomfortable pregnancy reaction, and the imperial doctor said that her fetal image was very stable, and no one thought that such a thing would happen.

At that time, Leng Qinghuan was not present, it happened in the morning, when the concubines asked the queen to say goodbye.

Yan Concubine was a little pampered because she was pregnant, and she was late when she got up in the morning to say goodbye, and it was late after an hour.

In order to show her virtuous generosity, the queen didn't want to deal with her in public. But she didn't know how to accept it when she saw it, but she showed off to everyone complacently, saying that she served the emperor last night and was a little tired.

Her makeup is exquisite, obviously deliberately dressed, and she doesn't look like she's in a hurry when she gets up late.

At that time, the queen was angry in her heart, and taught her a few words in front of the concubines.

What the queen said is not wrong, that is, to persuade her that when she was just pregnant, the fetus was unstable, so it was better to settle down and not go to the emperor to wander around, it was not good for the fetus.

Concubine Yan was not convinced, so she muttered a very disrespectful word.

The queen turned her face on the spot, how could she tolerate her in front of so many concubines and let herself not get off the stage? Therefore, he reprimanded her violently and made her kneel.

Who knows, this kneeling will cause an accident. Concubine Yan had a cramping pain in her lower abdomen, and red blood oozed from under her skirt.

Everyone was taken aback and hurriedly called the imperial doctor. The imperial doctor rushed over in a panic, it was already late.

Concubine Yan suddenly fell into the abyss and cried heartbreakingly.

The emperor blamed the fault on the empress, and was furious on the spot, temporarily depriving her of the right to govern the six palaces.

The queen felt wronged, it was clear that Concubine Yan was restless, and she was pregnant and slipped with the emperor Meng Lang, how did it become her own responsibility? I just disciplined her for two sentences, shouldn't I?

But the queen has to take care of her majesty, and she can't cry and make trouble like Yan Concubine, so she can only suffer aggrievedly.

Concubine Hui was very relieved, and she did not hide her schadenfreude in front of Leng Qinghuan. Now, she feels that getting along with Leng Qinghuan is very real, and she doesn't have to hold a shelf in front of others and disguise herself as a serious person.

Leng Qinghuan followed her to gloat and eat melons.

This is originally someone else's business, her relationship with the queen Yan Concubine is not good enough, it is worth sympathizing with their experience, and eating melons is the most correct opening posture.

However, two days later, Concubine Yan sent the palace people below to come to the Pujia Palace, and asked Leng Qinghuan to deign to go over.

Concubine Hui was unwilling to let Leng Qinghuan get involved in the rights and wrongs of the harem, so she inquired to the bottom of the matter, and Concubine Yan asked Leng Qinghuan to go over and do something.

The palace man replied honestly: "Seeing a doctor, it is not convenient to find the symptoms of the imperial doctor." ”

Concubine Hui still muttered in her heart: "If it is an unspeakable disease, there is a medical girl in the natural palace, and she is a concubine, and she actually asked the princess to see her, which is quite a big spectrum." ”

Leng Qinghuan didn't care, in her eyes, the patient has no high or low, since people have spoken, it is not easy to push back.

When I arrived at the palace where Yan Concubine had newly moved, I looked at her and did an examination, and found that she had an abortion and was intoxicated, and it caused an infection.

She had already asked the imperial doctor to see it, and the imperial doctor prescribed motherwort and other medicines, she was suspicious in her heart, feeling that she was already bleeding abnormally, how could the imperial doctor still let herself live blood? Could it be that he was instructed by others to harm himself?

After the miscarriage, she became a snake shadow, so the messenger invited Leng Qinghuan.

Leng Qinghuan saw that there was not much residual in her uterine cavity, and there was no need for uterine evacuation surgery.

She told some precautions for recuperation, prescribed a prescription for her, and ordered the palace people to take the decoction.

Yan Concubine was hit by this, she was a little haggard and depressed, grabbed Leng Qinghuan's hand, said a few good words of thanks, and then just like Xianglin's sister-in-law, she cried and counted the queen's ruthlessness.

Leng Qinghuan adheres to the principle of not mixing and not talking much, and does not say much.

At the end, Concubine Yan said hatefully: "I can see it clearly now, the queen is a smiling tiger, she pretends to be virtuous and generous on weekdays, but in fact she is very vicious in her heart, do you know who framed you some time ago?" ”

Leng Qinghuan got up and wanted to leave, so as not to stay for a long time, some people were too careful, so he only asked perfunctorily: "Who?" ”