"Don't be sad for the queen mother, now that the imperial concubine is poisoned, and the sick beauty always makes people feel distressed." Concubine Xin pouted, and her tone was a little hateful.

"Then why don't you go to get sick too, and the emperor will take a look at you when you see the lingering sickbed?" Fu Yunrong took Yun Yi and stepped on the steps made of white marble step by step, the red gold pan claw Chaoyang Wufeng court clothes were dragged, and a little tear mole bent towards the end of the eye, "Praying for a concubine in the palace is the first time in ancient times." ”

It's just that in ancient times, there were princes of the Beacon Fire Opera, and everyone said that Daji had died of Yin Shang, but they didn't know that the emperor was also happy in it.

Under the steps, the maids knelt all over the outside of the hall, in the Baohua Palace, the concubines of the six palaces all knelt on the cloud silk soft bottom mat, the golden Buddha on the hall was kind and kind, and the plaque erected by the statue was the ancestors of the Wu family.

"The emperor has arrived—" The eunuch shouted at the top of his voice, and his screams were piercing.

Wu Yu walked into the hall, looked down at everyone, indifferent to the sound of salutation, walked to the front of the Buddha platform, took the three incense sticks that Zhang Gonggong had lit, bowed three times, and inserted them in the incense burner.

"May the Buddha and the ancestors bless the imperial concubine and survive this calamity." Fu Yunrong folded his palms and bowed to his clothes, his expression was very religious, and the red gold phoenix tail agate tassels on his bun were exquisite.

The concubines followed her general movements, Wu Yu looked calm, stood at the Golden Buddha with his hands in his hands, and was silent.

"Your Majesty," Fu Yunrong helped Yun Yi get up, knelt for half an hour with a faint pain in his knees, but walked to Wu Yu's side as if nothing happened, "The concubine has already ordered to go down, everyone in the palace will bathe and clean, eat and fast for three days, and pray for the imperial concubine." ”

"The queen has a heart." Wu Yu didn't look at her, and his eyes were dark.

The rain poured down, the red wall and the road were more mottled and mysterious against the background of the clouds, the wind was rusty, the moss was smooth and shiny, and the maids kneeling on the bluestone pavement at the bottom of the steps bowed their heads and discussed, saying that this was not an omen of God.

A little eunuch hurriedly entered the Baohua Palace, his clothes were half wet, and he urged him to salute: "Your Majesty, the sky is full of dark clouds outside, and it has rained heavily......

"It's fine, why did you just pray to the Buddha for blessings, and that's it?" Concubine Xin was straightforward and fast-talking, but those who understood heard a bit of sarcasm.

"Shut up! The Buddha came to him, what kind of system did he say! Fu Yunrong glanced over, the latter lowered his eyes, the queen sighed, and turned to face Wu Yan, "Don't worry, the emperor concubine is a celestial person." ”

"You have no intention of praying, so you go outside and kneel!" Wu Yu turned around and glared angrily: "What about the rainstorm?" None of the kneeling outside the hall are allowed to move, and if they do, they are not sincere, and they are regarded as bullies! If there is anything wrong with the imperial concubines, I will count them together! ”

The little eunuch hurriedly said yes and trotted out.

Concubine Xin's face was pale, she felt that her feet were weak and weak, her eyes were red, and she only glanced at the queen, and then she was half-carried out of the hall by the maid and knelt in the rain, and the wind carried the rain like a narrow blade into her untied jacket. Qiankun was angry, and the mortals were only prostrate, and those kneeling in the hall did not dare to breathe.

Jiang Yuqiao smiled in her memory, picked up the chess pieces, and pouted, "The emperor is distracted and has been watching his concubines." ”

And Wu Yan only smiled: "You'er is the star in my eyes, how can I not be distracted." ”

"Then the emperor is the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains won by the concubines on the chess game." Jiang Wei lazily played chess, smiling with a puzzled smile, raising her eyes to meet Wu Yan's eyes, with spring on her face, she was the most prosperous peach in March.

Wu Yu closed his eyes, and the fragments of Jiang Yan for many years flashed like swords and swords, and the bloody heartache was heart-wrenching.

"You listen to me, if I find out who poisoned her, I will make her more uncomfortable than death."

Behind Wu Yu is the compassionate Buddha, the expression on his face is clean, but his eyes are persistent like a demon.

Hearing this, the people with hearts kneeling at the bottom were like carrying a few of the greenest and most astringent plums in their hearts, and the sour water was bubbling without copper plates.

Ye Changyi went to the gate of Changle Palace early to wait, and came to visit Jiang Yu before the emperor went down, but was stopped by the guards in front of the door.

The cold wind of Layue was biting, Ye Changyi had not yet recovered, and he stood trembling in front of the door but refused to leave.

"Huanyi girl!" The maid beside him urged Ye Changyi to leave several times, but Ye Changyi waved his hand and looked up, but he saw Huanyi.

Huanyi went to Baohua Hall to burn the hand-copied scriptures before dawn, but he didn't want to come back but saw Ye Changyi shivering in the cold wind, and walked forward quickly to salute: "It's cold, please go back." ”

"The imperial concubine is kind to me, I just want to go in and take a look......" Ye Changyi showed a slightly disappointed look but was still persistent.

Huanyi remembered that Niangniang had visited her, and looked up and down a few more times, half loudly, and finally agreed.

Before entering the main hall, Ye Changyi saw several imperial doctors sitting around the golden silk sandalwood round table on the left side discussing how many millimeters of medicine should be lowered.

Huanyi led Ye Changyi into the inner hall to call for someone to bring the red sandalwood chair and serve tea, and then hurried to the couch to pull the brocade quilt for Jiang Yan.

Ye Changyi felt a trace of warmth when she held the lamp, and looked at Jiang Yan's purple-black red lips and was very worried: "Still haven't found the antidote?" ”

"No," Huanyi sighed, his words a little intense, "that group of waste in the Tai Hospital can't be developed so far. ”

Ye Changyi didn't say anything more, and the hall was quiet.

Huanyi walked to the carved window and half-pushed the sash, a gust of cold wind blew on her face, and she took the basket in the hand of the maid and added charcoal to the golden enamel nine peach stove.

Ye Changyi took a sip of tea, put down the tea cup, and covered his lips with Jinpa, looked at Huanyi, but found something unusual.

A little winter sunlight shone directly into the furnace in the temple, and the bottom of the furnace reflected small pieces of light due to the sunlight.

Ye Changyi got up and walked to the stove and leaned over, dipped a little with a handkerchief, Dingqing saw that it was originally a white powder, she put it in front of her and smelled it, and her face immediately turned pale.

Ye's mother is proficient in medical science, and she has learned a lot from her ears and eyes since she was a child, which is clearly the powder of strychnine!

Huanyi was puzzled, and after asking forward, his face changed greatly, and he shouted anxiously: "Imperial Doctor!" ”