"It's a pity that Yue'er's waste didn't kill Concubine Xian's fetus!" Shu Zhaoyi regretted knowing that Concubine Xian's fetus was saved and died. The fear in her heart deepened day by day: Concubine Xian must have known that she had done it at the Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet, and when she came to her strength, it would be difficult for her.

"Since Yue'er is unsuccessful, should we take another medicine?" Zhaoyi's close girl, Huan'er, suggested.

"Confused!" Shu Zhaoyi reprimanded Huan'er and said: "Yue'er has made such a fuss that Yunyun Palace has recently increased the history of smelling women and tasting women, and it is no longer possible to do anything about the meal." ”

"What do you mean?"

"On the ninth day of the ninth month of next month, His Majesty will go to Huguo Temple to pray for blessings, and Concubine Xian, as the head of the harem, must accompany her, and if something happens to her sedan chair, no one else will be blamed. As soon as Shu Zhaoyi finished speaking, Huan'er immediately understood: "What Niangniang said is very true!"

Soon Cui Nushi knew Shu Zhaoyi's plan, and she immediately rushed to Yunyun Palace to inform Concubine Xian and remind her to be careful. Who knew that Concubine Xian said: "Then we have to help this Zhaoyi lady even more." ”

Cui Nushi was surprised by Concubine Xian's statement, so she asked: "Niangniang, don't you really want to give birth to an imperial heir?" Concubine Xian smiled indifferently and did not answer Cui Nushi, but asked her to retreat and arrange to go out of the palace to pray for blessings. After Cui Nushi left, Yun'er took the new fetal decoction prescribed by the imperial doctor and said worriedly: "You can think about it, no one can say what is unexpected, and it is very likely that your life will not be guaranteed." ”

"What? Are you concerned about me?"

Yun'er, who was seen through her thoughts, angrily put the bowl of decoction on the table and said something wrong: "I'm afraid that if you die, no one will avenge Your Highness!" After that, he turned around and walked out.

Lu Qiao sighed lightly and looked at the medicinal juice spilled on the table, the slanting sun outside the door was reflected through the screen window, and the golden yellow sprinkled was a little lonely.

"To be finished"

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