Chapter 112: Please enter the urn
Long Yucang arranged the girl who sold her body to bury her father and a knife to the other courtyard, naturally because he didn't want the Cheyue Palace's mansion to be exposed, making it difficult for both of them to judge who it had fallen into.
Feng Huanling also knew that she should let them dry before asking, but she couldn't help but think of the girl's face, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that this matter was not simple. Even if people in the world are inevitably alike, but people who look like Yan Wushuang are bumped into by them, this is definitely not just a coincidence, most of them are some trap set by the mastermind behind the scenes.
However, after Long Yucang returned to the palace, he seemed to have forgotten about this incident and continued to live as usual, without mentioning anything about the two of them.
In a blink of an eye, it was time for Su Moxuan to be crowned as a concubine, and Feng Huanling, who was busy in advance, couldn't take care of it much, and put aside a knife and the heart of the girl who sold herself for the time being.
Su Moxuan's promotion banquet was set up in the Taihe Palace, as Long Jingming promised, it was much grander than the previous palace banquet.
The banquet was staggered, full of words of prayer to Concubine Rui, and even the faces of the national uncle Su Chen and the national uncle Su Shen were stained a lot, and they were poured a lot of wine by their colleagues.
When the banquet was halfway through, Su Moxuan felt a little stuffy in his chest, so he begged the saint to let Princess Cheyue accompany her to the side hall to breathe, Long Jingming naturally would not refuse, and specially told the palace people to take care of Concubine Rui and not to alarm the fetus.
Concubine Mo couldn't help but envy when she watched from the sidelines: "The saint still treats my sister best, I am really concerned about everything, and I am a little jealous of my sister." β
"My sister relies on the imperial doctor to take care of her, and now that the fetus is stable, where is it like this palace, and there is no end to the full three months. The imperial doctor said that this time is the most dangerous, and a slight miscarriage may cause a miscarriage, and it is natural that the saint will be more nervous, but he does not mean to deliberately alienate his sister. β
Su Moxuan deliberately mentioned Lai Tianying, the imperial doctor who was responsible for taking care of Concubine Mo's dragon fetus, and sure enough, she saw that her face changed slightly, although the change was minimal, it still did not escape her eyes.
Zhaoyi, who was sitting at the bottom of the seat of the fourth lady, was graceful, but she didn't have time to pay attention to the changes in Concubine Mo's face, and her eyes full of hatred were always staring at Su Moxuan who was going to the side hall with Feng Huanling.
After the two of them entered the side hall alone to rest, Feng Huanling asked openly and honestly: "Niangniang, do you suspect that there is something wrong with the dragon descendant in Concubine Mo's womb?" β
Without outsiders, Su Moxuan nodded calmly and said, "Yes, if I wasn't pregnant, I might not have noticed some abnormalities in the details." But more importantly, I can already be sure that the Buddha incense used by the Queen Mother was passively mixed with ****. And after a few close contacts, I think the faint aroma on Concubine Mo Shufei's body is also unusual. β
Empress Dowager Mo's Buddha incense was mixed with ****? Who can do such a thing without realizing it?
In fact, at the same time as Feng Huanling asked himself, the answer was already coming out - except for Long Jingming, the emperor's honor, who could have such a deterrent harem power and ruthless means!
But what does the strangeness on Concubine Mo represent?
"The princess should know what musk is, right?" Su Moxuan suddenly asked, and when she saw Feng Huanling nodding, she continued, "I just suspect that there is a little musk in the rouge gouache or fragrant wine that Concubine Mo Shufei uses every day. This thing is good for ordinary people, if you are a woman who is exposed to it for a long time, it will affect conception at least and may lead to lifelong infertility! β
The more Feng Huanling listened, the more shocked she became, not shocked by the power of musk, but by listening to the meaning of Su Moxuan's words, Concubine Mo should have been using something secretly mixed with musk without knowing it. In that case, how could she possibly conceive a Dragonborn? Who is so hand-eyed, that he can do things in her use?
The identity of this terrifying black hand hidden in the dark is what makes Feng Huanling the most frightened and chilling.
"I seem to have heard that Imperial Doctor Lai and Concubine Mo Shu, who had not yet entered the palace, were childhood sweethearts, and their personal relationship was very good." Feng Huanling followed Su Moxuan's train of thought and analyzed in a deep voice, "If Concubine Mo Shufei's body is really unable to conceive again, then most of the children in her womb should be faked by relying on the imperial doctor." But what is the purpose of her doing this? Is it to find a suitable time to use the emperor in the belly to lure what hostile people to the bait? Or has she already designed all the back roads, and when she is pregnant in October, she will be able to 'transform' into a child? β
Concubine Mo didn't know that she had been invaded by musk for many years and was no longer able to conceive, so she would not hesitate to fake pregnancy for the purpose of competing for favor, right?
But why didn't the person behind who knew the truth debunk her?
"There is no danger everywhere in this deep palace, and I don't know if the child in my womb can be born safely, and even if it can be born, can it grow up safely?"
Yi Su Moxuan's temperament was not sentimental, but since she had a little life in her belly, she found that many of her complexes began to be a little difficult to control, especially from time to time inexplicably sad and sad.
"It seems that the mother really wants to keep this child."
Looking at Su Moxuan, who had a faint bit of maternal love on her youthful face, Feng Huanling couldn't help but think of herself after she was pregnant in her previous life, but she never worried that her child would not have a chance to be born alive, let alone whether her child could grow up safely after birth. At that time, she was too "naΓ―ve", she only cared about feeling the endless beauty, imagining how beautiful it would be to give birth to her first child for Long Jingming.
As a result, after all, it was just her own sad empty joy, in fact, it was not much different from the current sorrow of Concubine Mo Shu.
"I didn't expect it before he came, but I never thought about giving it up after he came. After all, the child is the most innocent after all, and it is a good deed to prevent him from working hard to reincarnate. β
Su Moxuan hooked the corners of her mouth with a little self-deprecation, and raised her hand to gently caress her still flat lower abdomen, as if she was gently touching the small life that was gradually taking shape.
"Niangniang, it's time for you to drink fetal pills."
The palace maid who was dedicated to delivering fetal medicine to Concubine Rui came to the side hall and respectfully presented the thick black medicine juice to the master.
Su Moxuan, who almost pinched his nose and drank the bitter medicine, hurriedly ate another date sent by the palace people, and then barely suppressed the bitterness that was still churning in his chest.
Immediately, after the two of them were quiet in the side hall for two quarters of an hour, Feng Huanling helped Su Moxuan to walk back again, and as long as he passed through the corridor, he could return to the main hall of the Taihe Hall where he was still clothed and fragrant.
But when she was only halfway through the road, Su Moxuan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and the female officer who was in charge of serving her master did not dare to slack off, so she immediately went to find the imperial doctor, for fear that something was wrong with the fetus. Feng Huanling naturally wanted to stay and take care of her, and helped her to sit on the fence of the cloister with Yushu.
Su Moxuan glanced at Feng Huanling in the shadows, and then said with a painful face: "I don't know if there is something wrong with the fetal pill I just drank, my stomach hurts, but how can it be good?" β
Feng Huanling comforted Feng Moxuan while instructing Yushu to go to the main hall to explain the situation to Emperor Xuan, Yushu saw the master's eyes and understood that he was deliberately trying to support himself, so he hurried to the main hall without asking more.
In this way, only Feng Huanling and Su Moxuan were left in the empty corridor, and the sound of silk and bamboo music from the Taihe Hall in the distance was lonely and cold at the beginning.
"What's wrong with the concubine?"
Feng Qingwan, who didn't know when she left the banquet, appeared at the end of the corridor, also alone without an entourage.
"The eldest sister came at the right time, and the concubine suddenly felt sick to her stomach, and I don't know what to do." Feng Huanling showed the surprise of seeing a savior, "The maids around me and Niangniang have already been assigned to send out, but they haven't rushed back yet, it's really worrying!" β
The sound of "eldest sister" made Feng Qingwan stunned for a moment, and then stepped forward and said: "It's better for me to take care of Rui Guifei on behalf of my sister, and my sister should hurry up and find someone to come over, after all, the two maids are only afraid that it will be difficult to succeed due to their status, and it is not more convenient than my sister to be the princess." β
After Feng Huanling glanced at Su Moxuan, he reluctantly said: "Okay, then the concubine Niangniang will be handed over to the eldest sister, after all, Shicai is at the banquet, but everyone knows that I accompanied Niangniang several times, in case there is any mistake between Niangniang and the emperor, I will inevitably take the blame, and I will be the first to be held accountable." β
Hearing this, Feng Qingwan's eyes crossed the fleeting light like a meteor, "Sister, am I someone who doesn't know priorities?" Even if you go to find someone, you and I are both daughters of the Feng family after all, and no matter how much trouble you make, you are grasshoppers on the same rope, will the eldest sister still watch you suffer? β
Feng Huanling, who seemed to have calmed down after hearing this promise, was finally willing to hand Su Moxuan into Feng Qingwan's hands, and then hurriedly ran in the direction of Taihe Palace.
In the end, only himself and Concubine Rui were left, the vain smile on Feng Qingwan's face faded in an instant, and with a condescending attitude, his eyes looked down coldly at Su Moxuan, who was slightly distorted by the pain.
"Does it hurt? Did the palace person who gave you the fetal pill probably tell you that she was delayed for a while by the lights extinguished by the night wind halfway, right? Can you guess what my people did in your tocolytic pills during that time? β
Su Moxuan bit her lip tightly, her eyes were as bright as a knife, but the cold sweat on her forehead flowed even more.
"Actually, you and I should have no grudges, but you just want to go against me everywhere for the sake of Aunt Su, so there will be today, and you can only blame yourself for being too ignorant! Do you think that the Holy Child was conceived by her? Do you know what happened to so many concubines who were pregnant with dragonborns in the past? Do you know that even Yan Wushuang, who used to be the queen, couldn't beat me in the end! β
Every time she said a word, Feng Qingwan approached Su Moxuan with a hideous face, and the anger in her eyes was burning more and more, faintly revealing a sense of madness.
Su Moxuan stood up straight, and said without backing: "Feng Zhaoyi, what do you want to do to this palace?" Not far in front is the Taihe Palace, do you think that after hurting the palace, you will still have a chance to get out? β