When Empress Situ heard this, she shook her head and said a little dazedly: "There is no matter." Your Majesty's meeting today, according to the usual rules, Your Majesty will go after the court is dispersed......" Speaking of this, she stood up suddenly, her face turned pale instantly, and she said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty seems to have said it...... I'm going to visit ......."

"Zhou Su!" Before she could finish speaking, Empress Dowager Xiao was already screaming, and the volume was very amazing.

A lean-looking guard in arrow sleeves appeared out of nowhere, and fell to one knee in silence.

"Quickly take someone to the Changqiu Palace!" Empress Dowager Xiao said in a deep voice, her lips trembling slightly due to nervousness: "The mourning family suspects that someone is ...... Stab! ”

"Yes!" The guard named Zhou Su changed his face when he heard this, and he ran down quickly in response.

"Let's go too, go to the Changqiu Palace." Empress Dowager Xiao's voice could still maintain basic calmness, but her face became iron-blue, and after finishing speaking, she looked at Chen Ying again, and said sharply: "You go with you too!" If this is your nonsense, the mourners will not be spared! ”

Her eyes were as cold as knives, and her slightly hoarse voice seemed to be scraped across her ears.

Chen Ying didn't speak, only bent over, which was counted as an answer.

She was even more anxious than Empress Dowager Xiao.

She should have found out sooner.

However, she was deluded by the apparent evidence.

Or rather, there are too many things about the case itself, but it covers up the real purpose, and it wasn't until she smelled the smell of déjà vu with Jiang Yusheng's body on her own handkerchief that she finally figured everything out.

Hopefully, it's not too late.

When he stepped out of the gate of the main hall of Changle Palace, Chen Ying thought.

However, when she raised her head and looked into the distance, her heart lifted again.

It was nearly noon, and it was meal time.

Emperor Yuan Jia was a good and diligent emperor, and his leisure time in the day was extremely limited, and the time of lunch was one of the few times that could be dominated by private matters. It was reasonable for him to use this time to visit a concubine who had lost a child.

The noon sun was brilliant and dazzling, Chen Ying only felt slightly dizzy, and raised his hand to block his vision.

…………………………

Qiao Xiurong changed to a more comfortable position on the bed, and wanted to rub his shoulders against his cheeks, but he still gave up.

Her cheeks were hot, as if they were going to melt in the next moment.

If this powder is applied to the face, I wonder if it will burn the face?

Also, the third girl Chen suddenly reached over, as if she had touched her face, and I don't know if she rubbed off these powders?

She thought about it vaguely, but then she was controlled by another, more intense emotion.

She had far more important things to worry about than burning her cheeks.

Hands began to shake uncontrollably, as did legs. Because it was lying in the brocade quilt, there were layers of unstable ripples on the top of the futon.

There weren't many people left in the dormitory, only two eunuchs and a palace maid, but even so, Qiao Xiurong still felt that his breath was not smooth, and his heart was beating like a drum.

"You ...... Go and ...... dinner," she waved her hand.

In order to conform to the image of a "patient", she only raised her arm by half a minute, giving people a feeling of weakness

The two eunuchs bowed and retreated, not having the slightest suspicion of this.

The contouring lady is seriously ill, and her half-raised trembling hand will only deepen this impression of others. The two eunuchs, without exception, thought that Niangniang was too sick.

Only the little palace maid standing at the end of the bed was left in the dormitory, she lowered her head, looking timid and afraid.

"You can't...... Don't do it? Qiao Xiurong looked at the little palace maid, and her tone was actually pleading, "Please let it go...... Let my family go, okay? ”

The little palace maid raised her head.

A look of cowardice disappeared from her face.

This made her look like she was a few years older, no longer a little palace maid, but like a woman.

If it's not for being too skinny.

She looked at Qiao Xiurong expressionlessly, and after a few breaths, her lips moved: "It's here." ”

As she spoke, she moved without warning, walked from the end of the bed to the head of the bed, picked up the fire fold, and lit the five incense sticks in the incense burner.

Suddenly, a rich and sweet aroma diffused in the room.

Putting down the fire, she turned and stood in front of the screen, still with her head hanging down, and from under her lowered forehead, there was a very low voice: "Don't forget, your precious brother is still in our hands." ”

Qiao Xiurong closed his eyes tightly, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be a little moist.

"Your Majesty has arrived!" There was a loud sound outside, and Qiao Xiurong's sad face distorted quickly, and with another breath, her face returned to its previous haggard and tiredness.

The sound of the palace people kneeling down to salute came from the door, and a slightly chaotic sound of footsteps sounded, followed by a somewhat old voice: "Xiu Rong Niangniang, Your Majesty has come to see you." ”

This is He Shun'an's voice.

He is the most trusted companion of Emperor Yuanjia.

Since he was very young, He Shunan has been by Emperor Yuanjia's side, and it can be said that he grew up watching Emperor Yuanjia, basically where the emperor is, he is there.

The chaotic footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the four screens in front of the bed were removed, and Qiao Xiurong felt that the darkness in front of him seemed to be thinner.

"The slave greets the mother." He Shun'an saluted in front of the bed.

Qiao Xiurong slowly opened her eyes at this voice, bowed on the bed, and looked at Emperor Yuan Jia, who strode in, the tears in the corners of her eyes finally slipped down, and then, new tears filled her dry eyes: "Your Majesty, concubine ......"

"Just lie down." Emperor Yuan Jia said in harmony.

He has a deep and good voice, a gentle face, a plain temperament, and his stature can only be said to be medium, and he does not have the majesty of the legendary generation of Ming Jun.

However, his expression was calm and composed, so that the plainness turned into a kind of wisdom, and the bright eyes were as bright as the stars, and when you looked into his eyes, you would forget the plainness of his body, and be impressed by the sparkle in those eyes.

He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down in a few steps, lowered his head and carefully looked at Qiao Xiurong's face, his expression became softer and softer: "Is your body better?" Have you taken any medicine? ”

Qiao Xiurong struggled as if to get up, and the little palace maid standing on the side hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, and picked up a large pillow next to her, as if she was going to put it on Qiao Xiurong's back.

Qiao Xiurong seemed to be a little unable to hold on, and his two hands trembled and stretched out, and Emperor Yuan Jia naturally shook it.

Whether it is Qiao Xiurong or the little palace maid, their movements and expressions are very natural, they are bound to be in this situation, and they are not obtrusive at all.

So, Emperor Yuan Jia also stretched out his hand and held Qiao Xiurong's hand, and then was tightly held by the other party's backhand.

Until that moment, he didn't feel that anything was wrong.