The two palace people guarding the gate of Changxin Palace raised the heavy door bar with their shoulders and hurriedly opened the thick red lacquer gate to welcome the sage.

The moonlight on the spring night is cool and white, covering the palace courtyard like a layer of frost, night insects are scattered, sleeping birds chirping, making this late night look even more quiet.

The emperor strides in and stops the palace servants from going to communicate.

"It's late at night, there's no need to disturb the imperial concubine."

It was late at night. Most of the palace lanterns on the lampposts in the courtyard were turned off. Only the palace lanterns were hung at every distance under the eaves of the palace corridor of the main hall, and the dim lights were shining with hazy fire.

The palace servants guarding outside the bedroom suddenly saw the group of people coming with a lantern in the distance. They were about to come forward and drink someone in surprise. The next moment, they were shocked by the bright yellow figure surrounded by people. They all silenced and bowed down and kowtowed.

The emperor untied his cloak outside the hall and took the yellowed historical book handed over by Feng Bao.

"There is no need to serve tonight, so take your people outside and wait."

Feng Bao replied, walked forward and carefully pushed open the hall door with his body slanted.

The emperor walked into the door holding the page of historical records, and the door behind his body was closed from the outside.

The palace was brightly lit, and Nian Xia, the great palace maid from Changxin Palace, was ironing clothes outside. When she heard the sudden movement of the door opening, she frowned and looked up unhappily. The next moment she met the person who was coming, and the iron fell to the ground.

"Holy, tens of thousands..."

Nian Xia knelt down in a hurry and wanted to rest. The emperor raised his finger to his lips to signal her to silence.

"Has the Empress of the Family gone to bed?" He lowered his voice as he walked towards the inner sleeping direction.

"Return to the Lord, the Empress has not yet entered the bed."

"Oh?" He stopped hearing this, subconsciously glanced in the direction of the drip. It was already the hour of Hai, and she should have stopped at this time.

"How come you haven't been to bed so late tonight?"

Nian Xia replied: "The Empress is not sleeping soundly and she always sleeps late. Now the nanny has just cooked the Anshen Soup and gave it to the Empress."

The conversation between the two people was not deliberately suppressed at this time, so the voice of the words vaguely spread to the inner bedroom. The two people in the room suddenly looked at each other, horrified.

The emperor lowered his eyes and nodded, probably guessing how much the imperial concubine could not sleep. It was because of the fact that Na Lan's talented man not long ago, which disturbed her a little.

"Recently, I have been coaxing my grandmother to go around and don't let her stay in the house."

After whispering to the bottom of his advice, he continued to walk towards the inner bedroom. While walking, he was distracted and thought. When he told her that he had decided to refute the old case, he would probably be more happy.

Thinking of this, his eyebrows fell a little warm, and then his lips were filled with some loss. He probably was drunk, and he was so drunk. He made a special trip here late at night, just to ask for credit and told her what he did. Such a childish impulse was something he would not do when he was young.

Shaking his head and losing, he had already arrived at the door of his inner bedroom.

The next moment, he paused and his inner bedroom closed the door.

It is not the twelfth month of winter, nor the time to go to bed, so why close the door?

He stared at the felt curtain that was also put down, his expression was not revealed, and he stretched out the felt curtain and covered the carved wooden door with the abdomen of his palm. He paused for a moment and pushed it away with great force.

The light in the inner bedroom was dim, only the two palace lanterns placed on the table next to the window emitted a faint light. The bed tent next to the couch was hanging, as if the people in the couch were about to go to bed, and the nanny standing next to the couch was leaning over to hold the wide-mouthed bowl on the high table next to it, as if it was about to pack up and leave.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, the nanny in front of the bed looked in his direction when he heard the sound, and then hurriedly knelt down and bowed. Soon some movement came from inside. A plain white man pushed away the covered shark tent from inside. The concubine with long hair and thin jade-colored silk clothes on the bed was wearing a corner of the plain bed tent, looking in surprise.

"The Lord?"

"Shocked?" Zhu Jing stepped over and said as usual: "I can't sleep tonight, so I thought about coming over and taking a look. I didn't expect that I would let me go to bed late today."

Wen Yin's eyes were soft and gentle: "I didn't expect the emperor to come suddenly."

It is not very obvious at the bedroom door, but the more you go, you can smell the heavier the "medicine" smell.

Zhu Jing came to the side of the bed, lifted up the bed tent, lifted up the robe, sat on the edge of the bed, accidentally swept across the regular bed, and then fell on her beautiful white and transparent face.

"Why did you sleep so late? Are you worried?"

"Master Lao is concerned, probably because the recent rest time has been too long, which makes it difficult to sleep at night."

"When Hou Bai was resting for a while, remember to ask the palace servant to pinch the hour."

"I understand."

Wen Yin said as she turned her head down and said to Madam Yu who was standing beside her, "Madam, go down and prepare some quenching soup for the emperor."

Zhu Jing said: "I know I've drunk?"

Wen Yin turned her eyes and saw that he was squirming his lips to respond, but saw him suddenly stretching his arms to the side and stopping the nanny who was holding the mahogany tray and trying to leave.

"Wait, what medicine is in that bowl?"

"It's... a soup to nourish and calm the spirit." Madam Yu stopped and replied with her breath, "Because the empress cannot fall asleep, the old slave of the school went to the Imperial Hospital to catch two doses at noon."

"Oh, it's Anshen Soup." Zhu Jing suddenly saw his face, but his palms grabbed the medicine bowl directly. A light layer of black medicine juice remained in the medicine bowl. As the medicine bowl was moved, the layer of medicine juice swayed the black ripples.

Wen Yin's soft and white face was as usual, but her heartbeat was already like thunder.

Zhu Jing raised his eyes and suddenly swept over her face, then stretched his index finger to the bottom of the medicine bowl and scraped it around, dipped it in his mouth. The moment the smell of the medicine juice entered his mouth, his eyes turned to the old lady waiting by the couch.

"Is it the "medicine" prescribed by an imperial physician from the Imperial Hospital?"

The tone of the words was very ordinary, but Madam Yu felt that every word of the words was like a sharp cone blade, which pierced her eardrum and her hair was terrified.

Under the might of the emperor's voice in front of her, she opened her burning lips and her dry throat made a difficult voice: "Yes..."

"The Master, it may be that the prescription for decocting the 'medicine' for a long time has become a little bitter, and it is not related to the Imperial Doctor's business."

Wen Yin reached out to hold him, frowned slightly and a little angry: "Master, don't scare the nanny."

Zhu Jinghui blocked the soft and plainness she stretched out, and his bottomless black eyes were always staring at the old lady in front of the couch, "I'm talking."

The palace lanterns on the table crackled and the candle wick exploded, and the dead room was extremely clear at this moment.

Not only did Madam Yu, who was facing Shengwei, her feet were weak, but Wen Yin was also in her body at this moment, and her teeth were trembling with coldness that she could hardly control her.

"I'm right." Zhu Jing said slowly, his eyes falling on the other party's wet cuffs, staring at the black fine powder that faintly appeared on it, "Where is the medicine residue?"

Madam Yu looked along his gaze stiffly, and almost collapsed to the ground the next moment.

Zhu Jing turned his eyes to the couch and looked at the woman with almost no blood on the face of the couch. He whispered warmly, "Do you have something to say to me?" He spoke, stretched out and lifted her quilt.

The padded cloth strip hidden on the side of the bed is completely exposed to people's sight.

The pairs on her knees tightened violently. Wen Yin forced herself to calm down, and her brain was running rapidly and thinking of excuses, but in the end, the only thing that was given back to her was a sharp buzzing sound.

At this moment, she clearly understood that she could argue because the house was full of iron evidence that she had no time to deal with, and the iron evidence was as strong as a mountain. Human calculations were not as good as heaven's calculations. The probability of the Holy Lord's Night at Changxin Palace made her catch up.

Her face was as white as paper, and she realized in her heart that she was about to fall. Perhaps as early as the moment he stepped into the inner bedroom tonight, she probably had a premonition of the result. After all, there were too many flaws in the room and she could not escape his eyes.

Zhu Jing's eyes fell on her again, as if it was the first time he met her.

Cunchuang held his face and stood up from the couch with his knees and shouted suddenly: "Feng Bao!"

Feng Bao could hear the emperor's fierce shouts clearly outside the hall gate.

The palace people inside and outside the hall knelt down, and Feng Bao was almost jealous and walked through the outside of the bedroom, bowed his back deeply into the bedroom.

"Look for someone to guard the palace gate of Changxin Palace, don't let a slave run away."

Feng Bao endured his fear and obeyed the orders, and then listened to the people in front of him: "Go to the Imperial Hospital quickly and interrogated the Imperial Doctor who prescribed "medicine" to the Imperial Palace! In addition, go to the Imperial Hospital to find a judge, and then find an experienced and peaceful lady to come over."

When Feng Bao received the order and left, Zhu Jing turned around and walked to the couch in three or two steps, bent his knees onto the couch.

Wen Yin was so shocked that she stretched backwards, but she was dragged up by someone without hiding for a few seconds.

"Master, Master, Master please spare the Empress..."

Madam Yu knelt down and crawled to beg him. Zhu Jing saw it and dragged the person on the bedside, pointed it into her mouth and slashed towards her throat.

Wen Yin's voice spitted black medicine juice all over the floor.

Zhu Jing's eyes were holding Shuanghan, his palm pressed on her back, and he stretched his fingers at her throat without leaving any trace.

Wen Yin was vomited three times by him, and her bile was about to vomit, but the other party let go of the force that clamped her.

As soon as she got to know herself, she reflexively shrank and retreated, her face pale, her chaotic black hair pressed against her sweaty cheeks, and her whole body trembled slightly.

Zhu Jing looked at her coldly, "What medicine did you take? Who gave it?"

Wen Yin knelt down and bowed his head and trembled. "Master, I am guilty of death and dare not ask the Master for forgiveness, but I ask the Master to give me mercy and spare the lives of the palace people in the palace. They don't know anything. The "medicine" was not prescribed by the Imperial Doctor, but was made by stealing some ingredients from other "medicine" from Pingli."

"Know the 'medicine' prescription?"

"I know, one qian of horse money, half a qian of Nanxing, and two qian of Chuanwu..." She clearly said that the amount of medicine used in the prescription was not stopped at all, "If the emperor does not believe it, he can ask the imperial physician if this is the prescription."

Zhu Jing's eyes fell on the couch for a long time, on the weak, tough, beautiful and intelligent woman. He looked at her with a steady look, his black eyes seemed to be invisible to seep into the merceration.

"What is the effect of the 'medicine' prescription?"

“…Abortion 'drug'.”

Although he had some speculations in his heart, when he heard the result in his ears, his anger was still surging.

"Okay, very good." He lowered his fingers against his forehead and his teeth, barely suppressing the momentary anger, "Can the fetus be aborted?"

"The medicine failed for too long when stored... Maybe it was because I mistakenly thought I was pregnant."

Zhu Jing stretched towards her, slid toward her neck, and held her tightly to force her to raise her head.

At this moment, her beautiful face is gone without the coldness and distantness of the past, and she has a little more weak beauty with tears.

"Wen Yin, who gave her the courage to do this? The concubines who dared to humiliate the emperor in all dynasties and dynasties were probably the first one. They really made me look at her with admiration." He slashed her cold cheeks, and it was heavy and light, "Is it that I am too indulging in the way?"
To be continued...