As soon as she heard someone shouting outside the door that the emperor was coming, Murong Feixue on the bed broke into a cold sweat. Now she had been assassinated by Murong Dailin and was completely changed beyond recognition. The red patches all over her body were burning and itching.【】
She didn't know if Ran Qingcheng would still be infatuated with her after seeing her in such a ghostly state. I was afraid that the humiliation she had endured would be in vain. She was afraid that she would be thrown into the cold palace and die alone, and the day when they would meet as husband and wife was far away.
Ran Qingcheng is the emperor, who dares to disobey what he says, and who in this palace dares to stop him. Ran Qingcheng opened the door with great displeasure.
"Feixue, why did you send someone to stop me?"
Murong Feixue wrapped herself tightly in a brocade quilt of purple and gold flowers. Although it was autumn and the weather was still warm, seeing Murong Feixue actually wrap herself up, Ran Qingcheng's eyes filled with suspicion.
"Feixue, what are you doing? Quickly take away the brocade quilt and let me have it." Ran Qingcheng stretched out his hand to lift the brocade quilt.
At this time, Murong Feixue's whole body was unbearably hot, and there were waves of suffocation in her chest. It was really uncomfortable, and she was afraid that Ran Qingcheng would see her ugly appearance. When Ran Qingcheng saw Feixue evading, she thought
Murong Feixue deliberately hid for fun.
He opened the brocade quilt arrogantly. Unexpectedly, Murong Feixue under the brocade quilt actually had a purple veil on her head. Ran Qingcheng just thought Feixue was teasing him and wanted to reach out to untie her veil. Feixue used
He tried his best to prevent him from seeing his appearance.
Ke'er was cooking soup in the kitchen, and Xiang Zhi ran over to tell her that the emperor had arrived. Ke'er ordered Xiang Zhi to rush to Feixue's bedroom as quickly as possible.
Seeing that Ran Qingcheng was about to take off her veil, Murong Feixue finally shouted: "No, don't. It will scare His Majesty!"
Ran Qingcheng's originally scorching eyes suddenly changed, his brows were filled with mist, his voice was filled with coldness, and he said coldly to Murong Feixue on the bed: "Who are you with such a rough voice?"
Ke'er suddenly opened the door, hurriedly knelt on the ground, and called out: "Your Majesty, the person on the bed is indeed Concubine Shu. She drank the wine handed over by the Queen last night and became addicted in the morning.
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Ran Qingcheng was shocked, "What are you talking about?"
"Your Majesty, what the Queen is suffering from is not an ordinary addiction caused by the invasion of wind evil. Ke'er determines that it was caused by drinking the Queen's wine."
Ran Qingcheng saw Murong Feixue's face covered with purple gauze on the bed, and caught a glimpse of her hands hidden in the sleeves of her wide robe. Those jade-like hands were actually faintly reddish. Knowing that what Ke'er said was true, then her
Isn't that face already beyond recognition?
Ran Qingcheng's heart was extremely tangled. If it were any other woman, she would have thrown herself into the cold palace without hesitation after learning that she was addicted. But this woman was the woman she loved deeply, and he wanted to reach out and untie Murong.
Feixue's veil, what has become of her under the veil.
But he was afraid that if he saw Murong Feixue, all the good things in his heart would disappear. Could it be that he loved his body and appearance? He didn't love her as a person.
After hesitating for a moment, he asked Ke'er: "You said Feixue became like this because she drank the Queen's wine? If there is something wrong with the Queen's wine, how could I not become addicted if I drank it too."
Ke'er said respectfully: "Both Your Majesty and the Queen are fine after drinking it, which is really incredible. However, the Queen said that she accidentally took royal jelly when she was young, which caused her addiction."
"According to my judgment, the Queen knows that Concubine Shu will become addicted to royal jelly after taking it, and she still asks Your Majesty to make the decision for her."
This was the first time Ran Qingcheng heard that royal jelly could cause addiction rash. It was really unbelievable. Looking at Murong Feixue on the bed, he never thought that the woman he loved so much would become ugly.
"No, I really love her. I have sacrificed so much to win her heart. How could I be the kind of vulgar person who only values appearance?"
Thinking of this, he sat on the couch without hesitation and stretched out his hand to untie Feixue's veil. He loved the woman in front of him, he told himself in his heart.
Murong Feixue saw the hesitation in Ran Qingcheng's eyes. If she had changed her husband, even if she became ugly, he would hold her in his arms without hesitation.
In this world, only her husband truly loved her, but his sincerity was scarred by herself and he fell into the arms of the hypocritical man in front of him.
If Ran Qingcheng saw her appearance at this time, the beauty in his heart would disappear, and her plan to build a kingdom for her husband would come to nothing.
He used all his strength to move his hand aside, and shouted hoarsely due to edema in his throat: "No, Your Majesty, don't!
Feixue fell down on the couch due to exhaustion, exposing half of her lotus-rooted arm, with flaky red spots appearing on it. At this time, it could no longer be described as lotus-rooted arm. She hurriedly pulled her robe to cover her arm.
Seeing the panic in Feixue's eyes, Ran Qingcheng knew that Feixue was afraid that he would stop doting on her when she became ugly. "Oh my god! What have I done? It turns out that she cares about her heart so much."
Although he had hesitated and hesitated, at this time he was truly convinced that he loved the woman in front of him, not because of her appearance, and he had no doubts about his love for her.
There was a faint look of love in his eyes, and his voice was filled with sincere emotion: "Feixue, I tell you now, no matter what you become, I will still love you."
Feixue's heart trembled, she didn't expect that the person she hated to the core could say such sincere words. Even if he was sincere to her, he was still the person she hated to the core. Her infatuation had already given way to
After losing her husband, I can no longer tolerate anyone else in my heart.
Ke'er saw that the emperor reached out to untie the veil on Murong Feixue's face. She knew that Feixue didn't want the emperor to see her ugly face.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty will try his best to treat your concubine's illness. However, the rash must be treated carefully and it will not be cured completely for half a year. What your majesty has to do is to seek justice for the concubine."
Of course Ran Qingcheng would not let Murong Dailin go. Even if Feixue ruined her appearance, he would not fall in love with that poisonous woman.
"Don't worry Feixue, I will definitely seek justice for you! Destroy her position as queen!" Ran Qingcheng's voice was sinister.
But he still didn't stop extending his hand. Feixue no longer resisted at all. Now that she knew his love was not false, it was okay to let him see her.
"Murong Delin, you are digging your own grave."
Ran Qingcheng slowly unveiled Murong Feixue's veil. Large red spots appeared on Murong Feixue's face, and her face was on fire. He stretched out his hand to touch her cheek, and that beautiful face was actually harmed by Murong Dailin.
She became Zhong Yan, whom everyone was afraid of, and her heart was filled with unspeakable pain.
Feixue felt extremely uncomfortable at this time. She felt hot and weak all over. This was a symptom of internal poison attacking the heart. Ke'er saw that Feixue was abnormal on the bed.
"Your Majesty, please lay your queen's body down. She is having a fever and needs to be relieved immediately!"
Ran Qingcheng is still confident about Ke'er's medical skills, and it will help if he stays here. He has to go to Li Zheng Palace, and he will not spare that poisonous woman. He has warned her not to allow anyone to harm him.