More than two months passed like this.

In the blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival feast is over, and September comes with the fragrance of golden osmanthus.

Wen Yin was still lying on the sickbed. Although she occasionally felt better, she was weak and sick again and again for only two or three days.

In the past few months, concubines have been coming to attend to illness, and the deserted Yangxin Hall has become more lively. Every day, women's coquettish voices and laughter can be heard from the sleeping hall.

On an autumn night, a strange rustling sound came from behind the screen in the Yangxin Hall. After a long rest, after the sound of water, Zhu Jing turned out of the screen wearing bright yellow pajamas, with some water stains still on his body.

When walking towards the dragon couch, the slight rush of breath had calmed down.

"The Holy Grudge is upon you."

Wen Yin was lying on the hospital bed, separated by a curtain embroidered with dragons and phoenixes in auspicious patterns, and apologized to the visitor.

Zhu Jing opened the curtain and sat down. He wiped his side with a handkerchief and said nonchalantly: "Don't talk about that. It's important for you to take good care of yourself."

Wen Yin didn't mention it anymore. She was mentally exhausted during her illness and said sleepily: "The court has been busy with political affairs recently. Your Majesty must pay attention to the body... remember to have three meals on time, and don't delay."

Zhu Jing responded and whispered to her to go to bed quickly.

The palace gradually became quiet, and the palace ladies who were cleaning up the bathtubs behind the screen moved more and more gently.

After Zhu Jing wiped his body, some palace attendants gently came forward to take it, bowed and stepped back. Another palace attendant came forward and carefully gathered the layers of curtains hanging from the floor, cut off the palace gauze lanterns, and then all of them quietly retreated.

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It was a long night of silence, with misty murmurs seeming to come from between the curtains.

"A Jing..."

"I feel cold, please relax and obey me."

The sleeping man seemed to unconsciously lean into his arms, and his soft and cool arms wrapped around his waist and abdomen. Zhu Jing's whole body's texture suddenly tightened, and he was soon covered with a fine layer of hot sweat.

After closing his eyes and calming down for a few breaths, he gently pulled off the soft arms wrapped around him and tucked them into the quilt. He sat up again, opened the curtains, and called out in a low voice: "Here comes someone."

Nian Xia took another set of bedding and laid it against the wall, then quietly left the palace.

As for why the Lord asked for extra bedding in the middle of the night, she knew it very well. However, with a calm face, she invited the palace servants to inquire about the breakfast of the two masters.

"Everything is ready, aunt, please don't worry."

Nian Xia nodded, her eyes already filled with the inhumane indifference that Mammy Yu had back then, "Don't forget the empress's medicinal diet and the holy tonic soup."

The servants in the palace did not dare to look at Nian Xia's scary face with scars. They lowered their heads and whispered in awe: "The soup is being boiled by the emperor, and the medicinal food by the empress is also being boiled. The masters will get up and use it."

Nian Xia said nothing more, but his eyes unconsciously turned towards the outside of the hall.

When it gets dark, there will be concubines waiting there. Most of them come hand in hand, but there is an exception, that is, Concubine Lu. The empress said with a smile that in the whole palace, she is the only one who suits her best, and every time Concubine Lu comes to serve her.

When she is sick, she will only be allowed to come alone.

For this reason, Lan Cairen specially went to her and said a lot of sarcastic words, hoping that she would be able to convey it to the empress. Don't trust villains easily. Some people are the best at pretending, and there may be some kind of jealousy hidden inside.

讟.

Nian Xia tugged at the corner of his mouth meaninglessly, and the horrible scar on his lip seemed to be moving. The little palace man next to him accidentally caught a glimpse of it, and couldn't help but be frightened and quickly lowered his head.

When the bell rang in the bedchamber early in the morning, the palace people filed in carrying toiletries.

Today happened to be Lu Bin's turn to serve. Lu Bin came early and personally served Wen Yin to groom and dress up. Over the past few months, the two of them had become more and more familiar with each other, and Lu Bin didn't seem to behave in front of the imperial concubine who only doted on the harem.

He was so reserved at first, but when he spoke he always smiled happily, with some natural intimacy in his tone.

Zhu Jing, who was fully dressed and came out from behind the screen, couldn't help but feel relaxed when he saw the two of them. He asked with a smile: "I just heard you two muttering and laughing non-stop. What's the interesting story? You might as well tell me."

Lu Bin, who was fixing Wen Yin's hair in front of the dressing table, chuckled. When others looked at her subconsciously, she glanced at her gently and said, "How can you tell your daughter's family's words to the Holy Lord so easily?" without waiting for the other party's reaction.

, and said with a rather playful Canran smile, "If Your Majesty really wants to know, then you have to please our Lady. If your Majesty is happy, maybe she can tell His Majesty quietly."

After saying that, he couldn't help covering his lips and laughed.

A woman with perfect youth is bright and healthy, and her smile is like the bright and sweet gardenia in spring.

Wen Yin saw from the bronze mirror that the eyes of the two people behind her met. For a moment, their eyes were separated. Lu Bin, whose cheeks were dyed light pink, turned quickly and pretended to be calm and continued to twist her hair. Zhu Jing, however, reflexively moved toward her quickly.

Looking into the bronze mirror, Wen Yin was looking at her profile in the mirror without any flaw.

"Why does Your Majesty think of me like this?"

She looked back in confusion, and the other person relaxed slightly. He stepped forward and leaned over to pick up the phoenix hairpin on the dressing table. Lu Bin hurriedly lowered her eyebrows and stepped aside.

"Nothing, just take good care of her and don't bother yourself." He inserted the phoenix hairpin into her hair.

After the Holy Emperor finished his breakfast and went to court, Lu Bin went to bed and talked with Wen Yin. However, it was not as relaxed and comfortable as the previous few days, but more cautious and reserved. While talking, she carefully observed Wen Yin from time to time.

Yin's subtle expression.

Wen Yin's attitude was as usual, leaving no clues.

Half an hour later, Nian Xia brought the boiled soup and medicine. Lu Bi quickly stood up and made way, but she did not dare to ask for trouble by carrying a bowl and feeding the medicine, because she knew that serving the imperial concubine with medicine was a task that this eldest maid had never done before.

Not artificial.

"Have a good rest, my concubine. I'll take my leave first."

Knowing that the imperial concubine was going to take a nap after taking the medicine, Lu Bi also saw her eyes and hurriedly left.

The bedroom became quiet.

"Take the medicine first, ma'am." Nian Xia was the first to break the silence and came forward with the medicine bowl. The bitter taste of the rich concoction suddenly invaded people's senses.

Wen Yin withdrew her eyes from the fine dust floating in the light at the window lattice. She waved her hand to Nian Xia to take away the spoon, then she took the medicine bowl and drank slowly.

She couldn't use more than half the bowl. When Nian Xia saw it, she quickly took back the medicine bowl, twisted a piece of candied fruit and put it into her mouth.

Squinting her eyes and half leaning on the embroidered pillow, Wen Yin slowly bit into the candied fruit, letting the overpowering sweetness dilute the overpowering medicinal smell.

"How are you doing, mama?"

"Okay." Nian Xia replied in a muffled voice, stepping forward to untie Wen Yin's tied hair skillfully, but hesitated to speak, "I just always beg the slave, I want the slave to come to you to ask for a favor...

Hope to see you again."

Wen Yin bit her candied fruit for a moment, then closed her eyelashes. Instead of responding directly to the topic, she said something seemingly irrelevant, "Early in the morning, the Holy Father was walking in a hurry and probably forgot to drink soup. I'll remember it later."

Send for him."

"This slave knows."

Nian Xia held a mahogany comb and carefully combed her mother-in-law's black hair from the root to the end.

"When she came here a few months ago, the embroidered chair was half-sited, and everyone was calm. Even when the saint came up, she quickly lowered her eyebrows and acted invisible. Now, she can even talk to the empress." Nian Xia paused for a moment.

, Fang added: "Let's do it in front of the Holy One."

Wen Yin did not rush to respond to these words, she still leaned against the embroidered pillow, her black hair falling down, which made her sickly pale face even more beautiful.

How can a man's nature be suppressed 100%.

She has been ill these past few months, and he has not been able to touch her. He has been taking soup every day to nourish her, but it only nourishes her body without diarrhea. How can she not be unbearable? Besides, she is still at this young age.

One is a woman who has been on the bed for a long time and is sick, and the other is a beautiful woman with a bright smile and a sweetness that touches the heart. Here, the emperor who holds the power of the world, the long nights and all kinds of unbearable times, how can we not breed other thoughts.

Thinking of the scene where their eyes met in the mirror today, her lips curved indifferently.

"Tell grandma later that after some time, I will tell her to come see you."

In the Qinzheng Hall, Zhu Jing waved away Feng Bao and looked at the tonic soup on the table with heavy eyes. After a while, he stretched out his hand to take it, raised his neck and drank it all.

After a few days of this, everything was as usual.

But at about midnight that day, Feng Bao hurried from the Qinzheng Palace to the Yangxin Palace and conveyed to the imperial concubine in a good voice that the Holy Emperor was busy with government affairs and would be late or not return tonight.

Wen Yin sat on the couch with her clothes on and used the decoction. After letting him dry for a while, she told him to take good care of His Majesty's food and daily life, and not to just follow His Majesty's instructions.

Feng Bao repeatedly said he didn't dare. Wen Yin looked at him half-heartedly, then waved her hand lightly.

Feng Bao quickly retreated, and soon Wu Jiang hurriedly came over to see him out of the palace.

Wu Jiang showed great courtesy on his face and sent him to the corridor outside the palace.

"Okay, that's all. I have to go back and serve you as soon as possible."

"Then godfather, go away slowly. I will go and have a drink with my godfather another day."

Feng Bao patted Wu Jiang on the shoulder, like an elder who spoke with sincerity: "Work hard and stay with the Imperial Concubine, and you will have a bright future."

Wu Jiang lowered his head and said humbly: "Thanks to my godfather for cultivating me. Without my godfather's care these years, I would have turned into a pile of loess somewhere."

Feng Bao interrupted with a wave of his hand, "That's wrong. Everything is your own creation."

Tonight is probably an extraordinary autumn night. The moon, which has been as bright as a silver plate for several days, has disappeared into the clouds tonight. Thick black clouds have covered up the smooth moonlight. Except for the palace lanterns on both sides of the palace road, there are no other places in the Forbidden City.

The whole place was plunged into a thick, ink-like darkness.

Wu Jiang was directing people outside the Yangxin Palace to drive away and capture the chirping insects. He himself, holding a thin wooden stick, wandered around aimlessly for the so-called chirping bugs, waiting until someone from the palace came hiding, and quickly swarmed around.

After muttering a few words in his ear, he hurried back to the Nourishing Heart Hall with bright eyes.

I don't know when the wind started blowing in the Forbidden City.

The fallen leaves rolled up from the ground and flew everywhere.
To be continued...