The queen glanced at the concubines sitting below, her heart was irritable, she put down the teacup and got up.

"Let's be gone today."

"Congratulations to the Queen."

Everyone stood up and saluted, and when the queen's figure disappeared, they left Fengyi Palace one by one according to their positions.

In the inner hall, the queen leaned on the embroidered pillow with some weakness, and her fingers gently rubbed her temples. Today, the emperor's departure has already indicated that the poisoning of the retreat has ended here, and I am afraid that he will not continue to investigate.

And looking at his attitude towards the concubine, it can be seen that the emperor believes that the concubine has nothing to do with this matter. The heart is a little sour and a little cold, she takes care of the harem for him, but he has never taken her to heart.

Du Mo served a cup of hot tea, and seeing that the queen's face was not very good-looking, he slowly spoke: "The queen is unhappy about the concubine's affairs?" ”

"That's not true, the emperor has always had a lot of preference for the concubine, and the queen mother is about to return to the palace, so she will definitely not let your concubine get involved in this matter."

Retracting her thoughts, the queen tugged at her lips and smiled. took the teacup and took a sip, but in the end she still felt a little uneasy in her heart.

That's her husband, the one she thinks of.

Du Mo grew up watching the queen mother, so he naturally knows her very well. Seeing the gloom that flashed in the depths of the queen's eyes, she sighed in her heart.

The most important thing for this royal family is the love of the emperor, and it is best not to fall in love with the emperor. But the queen mother of their family is the opposite, she married because of love but failed to get what she wanted most.

"Niangniang, you should see clearly that today's matter is different in the emperor's heart, and the concubines in the harem are afraid that no one can cross the concubine. If this time the matter was replaced by the concubine on the side, I am afraid that just the little palace maid would have been thrown into the cold palace. ”

Their emperor is violent. has always been arbitrary, as long as he does something, no one can stop it. Those ministers of the previous dynasty, especially those who were advised, were dismissed because of disagreements with the emperor, and I don't know how many.

After the emperor ascended the throne, he dealt with many ministers vigorously, which also caused dissatisfaction among many old ministers. But gradually, everyone found out that all the decisions made by the emperor were right. Now they feast on the prosperity of the country and the strength of the people, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. Worship in all directions, it can be said that no one dares to invade.

This is something that the first emperor couldn't do, and because of this, those old ministers kept their mouths shut and turned a blind eye to some of the emperor's actions, anyway, the emperor would not change.

The queen lowered her eyes, and the light was deep. After a long time, he sighed and spoke.

"If there is a good one among the newcomers this time, why don't you summon someone to the palace to take a look."

When Du Mo retreated, the queen pulled the corners of her mouth and showed an astringent smile. Unexpectedly, she has always been proud, and there are times when she makes this move.

Her hand holding the teacup tightened, her knuckles white.

Praise the newcomer and share the favor of the concubine!

On the side of Changle Palace, Lin Jiaojiao was placed on the bed, and the emperor sat on the side with a straight face, reaching out to pull her injured hand over. skillfully untied the wrapped white cloth, and saw the burns on the back of the white hand, and frowned.

"That's it, okay?"

Lin Jiaojiao pursed her lips aggrievedly, wanting to withdraw her hand, but accidentally touched the injury and took a painful breath.

"Go get the medicine."

After taking the medicine, Jun Wenyuan picked out a piece and gently applied it to the wound. The movements were gentle, as if they were afraid of hurting her.

Lin Jiaojiao's heart skipped a beat.