...

It was night, the moon and stars were sparse.

Little Li Zi carried a nanmu tray and came again to let the emperor choose the concubine to sleep with.

The Empress turned to Queen Dugu Mingyue again.

Xiao Lizi happily retreated and went to Qifeng Palace to report.

After the emperor turned over the cards, he went to report it, and he basically got rewards from the ladies.

Zhao Wujiang sat next to the empress, whose face was always filled with shame and anger.

"Why are you still angry? Why don't you just touch your little hand? You are an emperor and once the emperor, how do you carry yourself? How do you think about it?" Zhao Wujiang said seriously:

"Such a big heart...and such a small measure?"

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

Zhao Wujiang spread his hands:

"How about you touch it back?"

The empress snorted and turned her face away.

"If you think touching your hands is boring, I'll suffer a big loss. I won't resist touching you wherever you want." 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, looking like you would suffer a big loss if you didn't touch it.

The two of them didn't speak, and the time was ticking, waiting for Dugu Mingyue to arrive.

After two cups of tea, there was no sign of Dugu Mingyue, and suspicion arose in both of their hearts.

"Your Majesty, Qing'er from Qifeng Palace wishes to see you." 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 heavy sadness on her face. She knelt down on the ground:

"Your Majesty, your Majesty is not feeling well and feels depressed and nauseated from time to time. I am afraid that I will not be able to sleep with you."

"It doesn't matter, your health is the most important thing." Empress Hexu said:

"Has the Queen ever seen the imperial physician?"

"Your Majesty, General Manager Zhao has superb medical skills. This time Qing'er came here because he was ordered by the Queen to ask General Manager Zhao for diagnosis." Qing'er's tone was respectful and anxious.

The empress frowned slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Zhao Wujiang, go ahead and cure the queen."

Please let me go if you feel unwell. I think there should be more details... Zhao Wujiang bowed and clasped his fists:

"My slave obeys your orders."

"Thank you, Lord, for your kindness. Your servant Qing'er will leave." Qing'er quietly breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly outside the palace with Zhao Wujiang.

...

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

"Qing'er, does the Queen have any more specific symptoms?" Zhao Wujiang asked as he walked.

Qing'er thought:

"Recently, I have been feeling increasingly weak in my limbs and in pain in my lower back. Today I don't want to eat even more. Even the dishes in the imperial kitchen feel greasy.

I finally ate some sugar water and felt nauseous and wanted to vomit..."

Heat stroke? Cold? Hmm... It can't be... Zhao Wujiang thought of a possibility, and a feeling of dryness hit him again, and he continued to quicken his pace.

Soon, the two of them arrived at Qifeng Palace. Qing'er gave a brief announcement and then they stepped into the queen's palace.

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, covered with quilt, resting, her face slightly pale and rosy.

"Empress." Zhao Wujiang greeted him.

A smile bloomed on Dugu Mingyue's exquisite appearance, and there was a pitiful and fragile feeling:

"Xiao Zhaozi, you are here."

Compared to the imperial physician at the imperial hospital, Dugu Mingyue believed in Zhao Wujiang more. Firstly, Zhao Wujiang was the descendant of her old servant Zhao Shou, and secondly, it was Zhao Wujiang who had taken care of the emperor's body, giving her the chance to be favored.

Zhao Wujiang sat on the bed. The quilt could not restrain Dugu Mingyue's delicate body, but he was not distracted at this moment, but seriously placed his hand on Dugu Mingyue's pulse.

The temperature of Dugu Mingyue's wrist could be clearly felt with his fingers, which was obviously a bit higher than that of ordinary people. Zhao Wujiang frowned slightly, felt the beating of his pulse carefully, and asked:

"Besides the pain in my lower back, does my wife have any other pain?"

"Lower abdomen." Dugu Mingyue's voice sounded weak:

“I have been feeling pain in my lower abdomen recently, and my limbs have become weak and weak.

Have you contracted a stubborn disease? Xiao Zhaozi, please tell me!"

Her voice was trembling, her emotions fluctuated violently, and she held Zhao Wujiang's wrist tightly.

Zhao Wujiang frowned. He had just taken his pulse and before he could fully feel it, he was interrupted by Dugu Mingyue. He just smiled and said warmly:

"Your Majesty, you are too worried. I just made a preliminary diagnosis and found that there is nothing serious.

Now let me diagnose you in detail."

He calmed down Dugu Mingyue's sudden excitement, and his suspicions became more and more confirmed in his heart. He put his hand on Dugu Mingyue's wrist and felt the beating.

"Bang bang..."

The beating of the pulse is irregular but full of regularity, just like the heartbeat.

The suppressed look of shock on Zhao Wujiang's eyebrows gradually condensed together, and his mind was also shocked with the beating of his pulse.

It was caught off guard, it was an accident, it was a surprise.

Indescribable feelings, he felt a little confused at the moment because he diagnosed Dugu Mingyue as pregnant.

This complicated feeling made him lose consciousness for a moment.

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