When Nan Song came out of Concubine Feng's side, the imperial doctors inside had already left.

Only the emperor was too sad and unwilling to leave in Concubine Feng's house, and the other palace attendants did not persuade him, so he followed the emperor.

On the way back, Nan Song suddenly felt a cold on his body, a kind of cold from the inside out.

She looked up at the sky and felt a little sad that she was trapped in such a deep palace.

When passing by the palaces of other masters, Nan Song knelt on the ground and bowed, and heard several masters who were usually suppressed by Feng Concubine getting together and couldn't hide their smiles, saying cool words.

"Well deserved. What if she has a good father, this honor has not yet been enjoyed, and with this way of death, in the future, she will always stay in that cold water, and she will never be able to live forever."

"Hmph, the emperor loves her now, wait until a few months later, how can the emperor's love last long, but I don't know who the next person to be favored is."

"Maybe it's you, sister."

"Yes, if my sister is favored, don't forget about our sisters."

Nan Song listened to the words of these women, her eyebrows and eyes were lowered, she had been numb since Concubine Feng's death, and she only felt disgusted when she heard these women in the harem praising each other.

Her hands were flat on the ground, and she looked up at the dust on her hands, her head lower.

Concubine Feng's death brought a lot of shock to the entire Dayuan Palace. The emperor even dismissed the dynasty for two days for her, and Feng Concubine's father, Feng Jiangjun, was also mourning in the mansion.

Xie Junyou Xu has not eased his mind, and he hasn't looked for her for a long time.

Nan Song served in front of his temple every day, and although she did not serve closely, she still watched from afar and saw that he was sad every day.

The man was originally silent, but now he is even more silent and cold, only when General Feng entered the palace, he had a little smile.

And there is another change in the entire palace, that is, Xie Junyou has turned over the cards these days, and he will not ask Nan Song to do it for him.

She was sent far away, and she couldn't get in touch with the emperor and the concubines he favored at all, and her whole person was also getting dull and dull, like a flower withering.

When no one is around, she often stares at a certain place for a long time.

Until Concubine Feng's mourning period passed, everything was back on track. When a person dies, the palace is completely forgotten.

In the coming days, a new festival in Obuchi is coming. Dayuan has always been based on divination, and there used to be a lot of monks in the palace, although these are now forbidden in the palace, but the current emperor's master was once the national teacher of Dayuan, and his divination ability is very powerful.

I heard that the emperor's master was coming back, just around the time of the new festival.

Nan Song has also been busy these days, she is a palace maid in the palace, and she has a lot to do. The emperor's personal eunuchs have been arranged, and they, the palace maids, are about to be completed.

She always feels physically tired these days, and often gets tired from doing some work.

At this time, she was slowly moving with a huge flower pot heavier than her, and she was going to put this thing elsewhere, and the palace maids who worked with her were busy with other things, and this burden fell on her shoulders.

The flower pot was so heavy that she took three steps and stopped two steps, trying to find someone to help, but when the patrolling guards saw it, they all turned around coldly and went elsewhere.

She knew that the people in the palace were indifferent, and besides, she was an ugly girl, who would care.

Usually, those sweet-looking palace maids and some guards walk very closely, warm each other, they smile, and when they are coquettish, someone will work for them.

But Nan Song, her identity is too embarrassing.

She was the woman the emperor had touched, and even if she fell out of favor now, no one dared to touch her.

As long as the emperor ignores her, everything will come by himself.

She finally moved half of the pot, and when she was almost at the designated place, she took a deep breath and bent down sharply to move.

At this moment,

"It hurts......

I don't know if it was too hard to sprain her waist, she only felt a pang of discomfort in her abdomen, and in an instant, she felt a hot current surging under her skirt.....

She slumped to the ground, her hands on her stomach, her whole body curled up.

Xie Junyou, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, happened to return from the former court palace,

Seeing Nan Song fall on the edge of his bedroom, he paused and stepped forward quickly.

Lifting the man up from the ground, his expression changed when he saw her pale face, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

「... Emperor... I, I hurt so much.....

"It hurts......

Nan Song's voice was intermittent, and it was very clear in Xie Junyou's ears. He only twisted his eyebrows, picked her up, and walked towards the dormitory.

Placing the man on the dragon's bed, he said to his eunuch, "Go and send the eunuch over!"

The eunuch was a little suspicious and hurried away.

And after Xie Junyou looked at her whole person, his eyes stopped at the blood stain under her skirt and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

After the imperial doctor came, Xie Junyou avoided it and waited for a long time before the imperial doctor came out.

After glancing at him, the imperial doctor hesitated again and again, and replied, "Back to the emperor... Nan girl, she... She was... I had a miscarriage."

"What did you say?"

Xie Junyou still didn't come back to his senses in shock, and the imperial doctor couldn't help but say again, "Miss Nan has not been pregnant for a long time, and this fetus may not have settled, and she was added to her physical fatigue, so she was not saved."

The Buddha beads in Xie Junyou's palm were pinched at this moment.

The expression on the man's indifferent face changed only in the slightest moment, and he turned his face sideways and looked in through the beaded curtain.

Abortion? He wouldn't believe it, but remembering the day Concubine Feng died, he had had a happy time with her.

He was a little ruthless that day, perhaps he was stimulated by Nanyu's words, or maybe it was the traces on his waist that were causing trouble.

That day......

Xie Junyou was silent for a long time.

"Your Majesty, the minister prescribed a side medicine to Miss Nan, and lined up the remnants of her body, these days, she still has to rest in bed."

"Hmm."

Xie Junyou's expression was cold, and he waved his hand to let people go down.

The eunuch beside him asked him what to do with Nan Song, and the young emperor pondered for a long time, and only said, "Send the man back and change the dirt on my bed."

How callous.

It just so happened that Nam Song opened his eyes at this moment and heard his words.

She blinked, and a tear fell silently, drowning in the bed.

The emperor of Nansong's miscarriage was completely blocked, and no one knew about it except for the people in the palace who were close to him. And Nan Song was allowed by the emperor to let her rest for half a month because of this miscarriage, and said to the outside world that she had a contagious disease, and all the neighborhoods of her residence were sealed.

As soon as the people in the palace heard that she was the source of infection, in order to save their lives, no one even approached her within a radius of 100 meters.

Nan Song was immersed in the pain of losing her child, but no one had ever come to see her, let alone the emperor.

She was in a daze in bed all day.

Although there were palace maids around her, her spirit deteriorated and deteriorated, and gradually, she became light-phobic and did not talk to people.

Until... The emperor is coming.

It was a night, the first day of the new festival, and the emperor was busy until late and remembered her.

He didn't bring anyone, but quietly came to her lodging alone, and saw her sleeping.

Xie Junyou looked at her secretly for a long time, and then he couldn't help but put his hand on her cheek.