"Announce him in. Ziyouge ziyouge" Zhao Yiheng came back to his senses, carried Zhao Ziyue, who was asleep on his lap, into the cabinet resting place, covered him with a brocade quilt, and then came out to see Wen Ziran.

A blue thin cotton robe was worn on Wen Ziran's body, and the more he looked at it, the more he looked less like the emperor's relatives, but like the ordinary people in the mortal world.

Wen Ziran stepped forward and saluted, raised his eyes to the dark green under Zhao Yiheng's eyes, and sighed in his heart: These two people don't know when they will be able to untie the knot, if they continue like this, they will definitely regret it in the future.

Zhao Yiheng's expression was slightly anxious, and he didn't greet Wen Ziran, and said straightly: "How is Mingshu?" ”

Wen Ziran stood respectfully, but did not speak, Zhao Yiheng rolled his eyes, waved his hand and sent back all the palace people waiting in the hall, and then said: "Is there anything inappropriate?" ”

"Nothing inappropriate." Wen Ziran said: "The queen mother's fever has subsided now, and she is sober, but she has nothing to do except look tired and weak." Speaking of this, he sighed to himself: "It's really strange." ”

Wen Ziran said these words, the strict court sentence also said it to Zhao Yiheng once yesterday, but I didn't want to hear it from Wen Ziran's mouth again today, he frowned tightly, the hand behind his back was clenched into a fist, and he said half-loudly: "Even you don't know why Ming Shu is like this?" ”

"I don't know." Wen Ziran shook his head: "Although the queen mother is similar to the first few times, it is much worse. ”

Zhao Yiheng raised his eyes to look at him, not understanding what he meant by this.

Wen Ziran said: "The first few times I was seriously ill looked so dangerous, but I also knew where the symptoms were, and I could prescribe the right medicine, and this time the pulse was stable and I couldn't detect anything wrong, and the queen mother shouted pain all night, but there was no wound on her body, and I don't know where the pain came from." ”

"Then why did she look at nothing during the day, but at night she became ill?" Zhao Yiheng's two good-looking sword eyebrows were almost crouched, but there were faint doubts in his heart.

"I don't know why." Wen Ziran said again: "The emperor will see if he wants to recruit famous doctors to take a look, if Ziran is not wrong, I am afraid that the queen's mother will still commit this disease tonight, although there is no big deal in the daytime, but after a long time, even if you are not tortured by this disease, you will be dragged to death." ”

The expression on Zhao Yiheng's face was obscure, his hands were behind his back, and a trace of murderous intent suddenly rose in his eyes for a long time, and then said to Wen Ziran: "You don't want to go back to the house today, stay overnight tonight." ”

Wen Ziran did not refuse, and nodded to deal with the matter.

The two big men stopped talking, and for a while the hall was surprisingly quiet, Zhao Yiheng looked at Wen Ziran sideways: "Is there anything else?" ”

Wen Ziran's face was entangled for a long time, and finally he gritted his teeth and said: "Your Majesty, you and the queen mother"

Zhao Yiheng knew what he wanted to ask, in the years when he first got married, he and Mu Mingshu rarely even blushed, but whenever she was a little unsatisfactory, he would give up his face as a prince to coax her to be comfortable, and he would hold her in the palm of his hand and love her, giving her the best thing in the world. Although he was bullied by such a little girl all the time in those days, he was willing, he was willing, and he also felt that there was probably nothing happier than having her by his side at this time.

It's just that an accident made the two go farther and farther, and the words they said became more and more hurtful.

Zhao Yiheng sighed deeply, and looked at Wen Ziran's eyes with a sudden sadness: "You say, how much do I make her feel at ease and distrustful?" ”

He didn't even say anything, obviously he didn't want to make that kind of courtesy with Wen Ziran, and the same Wen Ziran just listened quietly, he knew that Zhao Yiheng wanted just a listener.

"When my mother died, although I was very angry and blamed her, but later I also thought, the living are still alive, the dead are dead, why torture myself again, I want to completely suppress this in my heart, as if it never happened, I just dug out a heart and showed her, but when it came to the critical time, she always didn't trust me." Speaking of this, Zhao Yiheng smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand and patted Wen Ziran's shoulder: "You should also know why she asked you all to go to Suzhou." ”

Wen Ziran pursed her lips and didn't speak, Zhao Yiheng obviously didn't mean to think about him talking, but said, "Why do you say she always thinks that I will be unfavorable to the Mu family?" Am I really so melancholy that I want to kill your Mu family to vent my hatred because of the death of my mother's concubine? ”

Wen Ziran's forehead jumped suddenly, but he didn't make any moves when he heard this, just looked at Zhao Yiheng's sad appearance and felt a little sympathy for him.

But for the matter between their husband and wife, he couldn't say more, but he really wanted to persuade a few words, but in the end he still held back.

Zhao Yiheng talked about the uncomfortable things in his heart, and he was much more comfortable, and smiled bitterly: "Okay, you're tired all night, I asked someone to take you to a break." ”

Wen Ziran thought that there was something to do tonight, so he didn't refuse, and rubbed his hands: "That Ziran retreated." ”

Zhao Yiheng deserved a sound, watched him go out, but sat on the throne in front of the royal case and closed his eyes.

I never thought that Wen Ziran would go and return again: "Your Majesty, there are some things, Ziran wants to ask, I don't know if the emperor is convenient." ”

Zhao Yiheng slowly opened his eyes and looked at him with his head propped up: "What do you say, if you can say it, I will tell you." ”

Wen Ziran didn't play Tai Chi with him, and asked directly: "After Concubine Yun was injured, Ziran inquired about her injuries, and two imperial doctors who were good friends with Ziran once said that Concubine Yun's body was healthy except for the two not deep knife wounds on her body, and it stands to reason that it shouldn't be gone suddenly, I don't know if the emperor knows the inside story." ”

Zhao Yiheng is a person who is affectionate, he saw his biological mother die with his own eyes, and naturally remembers the situation at that time, although he doesn't know why Wen Ziran suddenly asked this, but he raised his eyes to Wen Ziran's open eyes, and thought about it carefully, and then said: "At that time, the wound on the mother's body was bandaged, and the imperial doctor also said that it was fine, but it suddenly burned in the middle of the night."

Speaking of this, Zhao Yiheng's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the whole person stood up from the throne, yes, when the mother concubine was injured, the imperial doctor only said that she was not injured to the point, and it would be good to raise her, but who knew that she started a fever in the middle of the night, and she couldn't stop saying "it hurts" in a daze.

At that time, Zhao Yiheng was by his side, and invited a few imperial doctors to say that the pulse was normal, but the analgesic medicine was poured bowl after bowl without any effect, and he also injured people for this matter, but Concubine Yun still didn't keep it, but it was gone overnight.

At the beginning, he was too sad, and he didn't think about the death of his mother at all, since she said "pain" before she died, it must have been the two knives stabbed by Mu Mingshu that made her hurt badly, naturally, this Mu Mingshu also became the murderer.

Just after Wen Ziran asked this, his whole body trembled slightly, if Concubine Yun was harmed by Mu Mingshu at that time, then what about Mu Mingshu now? Why is she exactly the same as Concubine Yun's symptoms?

A terrible thought flashed in his mind, and Zhao Yiheng couldn't even think about it, what if Mu Mingshu suddenly died like Concubine Yun? He only felt that his body was cold, full of fear, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Wen Ziran looked at him with an unkind face, and cautiously probed: "What did the emperor think?" ”

Zhao Yiheng's face turned pale, and he supported his hands on the imperial case and slowed down, then waved his hand: "It's okay, you go and rest first, I'm afraid that I will be sorry for you at night." ”

Wen Ziran looked at him as if he didn't want to say more, frowned and stopped talking, only bowed and retreated.

Although Mu Mingshu didn't look like a big deal this day, his complexion was much worse than yesterday, and he looked lazy.

The doctors of the entire Tai Hospital did not dare to be negligent, for fear that there would be another commotion tonight, and suddenly the whole palace would be nervous.

Yina, who lives in Dongyang Palace, has been tossed hard by the two nurturing grandmothers for the past two days, and in addition to learning various etiquettes every day, she also has to learn most of the characters, and she is tired like a dog.

I heard that Mu Mingshu was sick, and pretended to say that he wanted to visit, but he called the two grandmothers to stop: "Concubine Na doesn't know medical skills, so she went to the queen's mother, but I'm afraid I won't be able to help, so it's better to stay in Dongyang Hall and learn the rules and etiquette." ”

Ina didn't really want to visit, and when she heard these two grandmothers say this, it just happened to be in line with her heart, but secretly she couldn't help but hope that Mu Mingshu would go west like this, and it would be her merit to make way for herself.

She was still dreaming happily here, but she never thought that Mu Mingshu would be sick again at night, and her catastrophe would come.

In the past two days since Mu Mingshu was sick, Zhao Yiheng was the first to come back to Kunning Palace, and he stayed in front of Mu Mingshu's couch and watched her frown in pain, and his heart was clenched.

Wen Ziran slowly took out the pulse pillow and put it under Mu Mingshu's wrist, and carefully touched the pulse, then pursed his lips and said to Zhao Yiheng: "It's still the same." He also said, "It's better to ask the Yan Yuan to come over and take a look, and see if he has thought of a way." ”

Zhao Yiheng took the clean towel that Miao Qi handed over and wrenched the water to Mu Mingshu and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, but Mu Mingshu was shocked violently, and he was so weak that he shouted like a kitten: "It hurts, it hurts."

The voice pierced into his heart, making his heart hurt too, he hurriedly threw the towel to Miaoqi, gently stroked her face, and asked softly: "Where does it hurt, do you tell your husband where it hurts?" ”

Mu Mingshu didn't answer him, but turned his face and rubbed a few times on his warm palm, and then muttered "pain" and stopped making a sound.

Zhao Yiheng's eyes were dark, with a murderous aura around him, and after placing Mu Mingshu in place, he stood up, and his voice was faint and could not hear joy and anger: "No need, I will go to Dongyang Hall to take a look." ”