......

It was night, the moon was shining.

Little Lizi held the nanmu tray and asked the emperor to choose the concubine to serve the bed.

The empress turned to Empress Dugu Mingyue again.

Little Lizi happily retreated and kept going to Qifeng Palace to report.

After the emperor turned the sign, he went to inform him and basically received rewards from the empresses.

Zhao Wujiang sat next to the empress, and the empress's face was always ashamed and angry.

"Why are you still angry? Don't you just touch your hand? You are the emperor, the emperor, what about your demeanor? Where is your heart?" Zhao Wujiang said seriously:

"So big breasts...whose slimness is so small?"

The empress didn't want to speak and glared at Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang spread his hands:

"Why do you get it back?"

The empress snorted and turned her face to the side.

"If you think it's boring to touch your hands, I can't lose anything at worst. I will never resist wherever you want to touch it." Zhao Wujiang wanted to pat the empress on the shoulder.

Don't touch me... The empress slapped Zhao Wujiang's big hand away. Zhao Wujiang didn't feel embarrassed at all. She looked like you didn't touch her but you suffered a great loss.

The two of them didn't say anything, time ticked, waiting for Dugu Mingyue to come.

After two cups of tea, there was no sign of Dugu Mingyue, and both of them felt suspicious.

"Your Majesty, Qing'er is asking for a visit to Qifeng Palace." After another half cup of tea, Qing'er's anxious voice sounded outside the door.

Dugu Mingyue's maid... The empress frowned:

"Come in."

Qing'er stepped into the room with a strong sad face on her face, and she fell to the ground:

"Emperor, the empress is not in good health and feels depressed and disgusted. I am afraid she can't serve the emperor anymore."

"It's okay, the body is the most important thing." Empress Hexu:

"Have the queen ever seen an imperial physician?"

"Your Majesty, General Zhao is very skilled in medical treatment. Qing'er came this time and was ordered by the Empress to ask General Zhao to go for diagnosis." Qing'er's tone was respectful and anxious.

The empress frowned slightly, and she said in a deep voice:

"Zhao Wujiang, go and cure the queen."

I was not feeling well and asked me to go there. I think there should be more details... Zhao Wujiang bowed and clasped his fists:

"Slaves obey the order."

"Thank you for your kindness, I will leave." Qing'er quietly breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the hall with Zhao Wujiang.

......

Along the way, the two of them walked in a hurry.

"Qing'er, do the Empress have any more specific symptoms?" Zhao Wujiang asked while walking.

Qing'er thought to herself:

"Recently, the Empress feels more and more weak in her limbs and pain in her back. She doesn't want to eat today. Even the dishes in the imperial kitchen feel greasy.

I finally took some sugar water just now, but I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit..."

Heat stroke? Cold? Well... it won't be... Zhao Wujiang thought of a possibility, and a sense of irritation hit his heart again, and his pace continued to speed up.

Soon, the two of them arrived at Qifeng Palace. Qing'er briefly informed him and they stepped into the queen's bedroom.

As soon as he stepped into the door, Zhao Wujiang hurriedly crossed the screen and came to the bed.

Dugu Mingyue was lying on the bed resting with her bed, her face slightly pale and rosy.

"Empress." Zhao Wujiang greeted him.

Dugu Mingyue's extraordinary appearance showed a smile, which made people feel fragile:

"Xiao Zhaozi, you are here."

Compared with the imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital, Dugu Mingyue believed in Zhao Wujiang more. First, Zhao Wujiang was the descendant of her old servant Zhao Shou, and second, Zhao Wujiang had conditioned the emperor's body so that she had the opportunity to be favored.

Zhao Wujiang sat on the bed, and the bedding could not bind Dugu Mingyue's delicate body, but he was not distracted at this moment, but instead put his hand on Dugu Mingyue's pulse seriously.

The fingers could clearly feel the temperature on Dugu Mingyue’s wrist, which was obviously a little higher than that of ordinary people. Zhao Wujiang frowned slightly, felt the pulse of his pulse carefully, and asked:

"What else does the Queen Mother have in addition to back pain?"

"Low abdomen." Dugu Mingyue's voice was weak:

"I have often felt pain in my lower abdomen recently and my limbs are soft and weak.

Have I been infected with a stubborn disease? Xiao Zhaozi, tell me!"

Her voice was trembling and her emotions fluctuated violently. She grabbed Zhao Wujiang's wrist tightly.

Zhao Wujiang frowned. He had just taken his pulse and had not felt the whole thing before he was interrupted by Dugu Mingyue. He just smiled and said warmly:

"The Empress is so worried that I just made a preliminary diagnosis, and there is no serious problem.

Now I will diagnose you carefully.”

He comforted Dugu Mingyue's sudden excitement, and his guess became increasingly confirmed in his heart. He put his hand on Dugu Mingyue's white wrist and felt the beating.

"Bang bang..."

The pulse beats irregularly and full of regularity, like a heartbeat.

Zhao Wujiang's suppressed eyebrows gradually condensed, and his mind was also impacted with the beating of his pulse.

It was unexpected and surprise.

He felt a little confused at the moment because he diagnosed Dugu Mingyue and was pregnant.

This complex feeling made him lose his mind for a moment.

Dugu Mingyue saw Zhao Wujiang stunned and thought the situation was bad:

"Xiao Zhaozi, what disease did I suffer from?"
Chapter completed!