The little eunuch carefully held a bunch of grapes and replied: "The imperial doctor said that some kind of fuqi entered the body, and he got a fever and couldn't get out of bed. Fortunately, the master is kind-hearted. The imperial doctor said that if it continues, 90% of the time it will be possible.
Dead."
After hearing this, Sang Yan was very glad that she had extended a helping hand.
After all, it is a human life.
"If you have a fever, ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to send more ice. In addition, you must not slack off in terms of diet."
"yes."
The little eunuch took the order and went down.
Sang Yan continued to eat grapes.
With an accidental glance, he saw Qiuzhi sitting opposite, holding his chin in his hands, looking at him with admiration.
She didn't know why, so she asked: "What's wrong?"
Qiuzhi said with a smile: "Young lady is becoming more and more like the master of the harem."
Sang Yan's expression changed and she said sternly: "Qiuzhi, be careful what you say."
Qiuzhi covered her mouth, lowered her head and said, "Yes."
Sang Yan warned again: "The master of the harem is the queen, the queen mother, and we are just temporary guests. If you say such inappropriate things again, please go back to Zhuangzi."
Qiuzhi was so frightened that she knelt on the ground: "Master, please calm down. I was wrong."
Seeing this, Sang Yan no longer had the appetite to eat grapes.
She waved her hand to let her get up, and she lazily lay on the bed to eat.
Take a nap for an hour.
When I woke up and looked at the dazzling eyes outside, I felt that the years had gone by so long.
However, it is quite quiet.
Unfortunately, the quiet time was short.
at night
He Yingchuan told her that they had dinner together.
He also mentioned the matter of Xuanshi in Leng Gong: "Don't be soft-hearted towards her. Xuanshi deserves it."
His tone was cold and callous.
Sang Yan felt a chill in her heart when she heard this, and couldn't help but say: "Maybe one day, when the emperor loses all interest in me, he will do the same to me."
Many times, whether a man is really worth trusting for life depends on his attitude towards other women.
And He Ying seems to have a natural lack of compassion for women.
Like Sang Ruoshui, like Lan Bi, like Li Fei, and now the Xuan family, he can easily give up.
When He Ying heard what Sang Yan said, he knew that she was thinking of him.
"You are not her. You can't do the stupid things she did. Why bother?"
After he finished speaking, he paused for a while and then added: "If you are worried, I can give you an edict of immunity. No matter what you do, as long as it does not involve rebellion, you will be fine."
Sang Yan sneered: "The emperor really dislikes a person, so what if he issues an absolution edict? There are many ways to make a person's life worse than death."
Previously, she was only rumored to have fallen out of favor, but she will never forget the life she lived.
Although he is not the culprit, he is also conniving.
"After all, you just don't trust me."
He Ying sighed, looked at her and said, "I can't do anything to you."
Sang Yan was in a complicated mood, lowered her eyes, and ate in silence.
If you have something on your mind, you will naturally eat without knowing the taste.
After drinking a bowl of fish soup, she lost her appetite. She looked at him and murmured in a low voice: "I am a concubine in the cold palace, her color is like a flower and her life is like a leaf."
He Ying: "..."
This sounds really pitiful.
"That's all."
He asked: "What do you want?"
Sang Yan said: "Why bother humiliating someone in the cold palace? Exiling her from the palace, how about giving her freedom? What I can't get, maybe someone else can."
He Ying heard this and asked: "I will help you. Can you help me?"
Sang Yan did not respond.
They had reached an impasse again before.
He Ying also lost his appetite, put down his ivory chopsticks and said: "No one has ever walked out of the cold palace alive. All I can do is treat her well."
Sang Yan did not force him to let him out of the palace. He nodded and said, "Thank you."
He Ying smiled bitterly: "Look, you are soft-hearted to everyone, but you are hard-hearted to me."
Sang Yan raised her head, met his eyes, and said sincerely: "I'm sorry."
Perhaps she really was as good as he said, relying on his favor to become a troubled woman.
"The emperor is very kind to me, I know that."
This is a bit of a sign of goodwill.
He Ying was in a wonderful mood when he heard this, and immediately beamed with joy: "It's good if you know. Even the late emperor is not as good as me."
Then you still have the nerve to say it?
Sang Yan nodded and smiled perfunctorily: "Yeah. It's my pleasure."
He Ying picked up the chopsticks, gave her a piece of meat, and asked her to eat more.
Sang Yan ate a token meal, then said goodbye and left.
He Ying didn't stop him.
He will go to Longchan Temple to pray for blessings tomorrow, and the memorial will be processed in advance tonight.
"Remove them all."
As soon as he waved his hand, young eunuchs filed in and removed the table full of food.
Pei Muyang brought him tea again to rinse his mouth.
There were also eunuchs who brought him water and washed his hands.
After He Ying simply washed up, he sat in front of the desk and picked up a memorial.
He reviewed it quickly and wrote down his comments with a pen.
Suddenly, he remembered something, paused, looked at Pei Muyang, and said with a cold face: "Don't let random people beg in front of her in the future. I don't want to see her focus on others."
Pei Muyang: "..."
Just very confused.
As for that?
The emperor's possessiveness is really... He feels a little sympathy for Sang Yan inexplicably. What's going on?
*
Sang Yan returned to the side hall.
After she washed, she went to sleep.
I had another dream at night.
About my best friend Xuanrao.
It is still rare to see the surname Xuan.
Xuanrao always said that his ancestors were nobles.
When they were in school, they were addicted to watching costume dramas and liked to play house games together.
Xuanrao liked to dream, so she wore a bed sheet and raised her orchid fingers to play the role of a noble concubine.
She is indeed suitable to play the role of a noble concubine.
She has been famous as a beauty since she was a child.
With her snow-white skin, charming eyes, and slender and graceful figure, when she grows up, all the boys will like to surround her.
But she forgot that if a beauty does not have certain wisdom, then beauty is the original sin.
When she was in high school, there were too many boys around her and she had no intention of studying.
After the college entrance examination, my grades were not good, so I went to a junior college, and then fell in love with a rich school bully.
But the other party was just playing around.
Later, she became pregnant out of wedlock and did not dare to go to the hospital to have an abortion or give birth, so she jumped rope by herself in a dilapidated rental house. In the end, the child jumped, her body was damaged, and her studies were also affected.
The good cards in life are now broken.
But she is really beautiful.
At the age of eighteen or nineteen, it seems that no matter how bad things happen, there is always a chance to correct them.
She fell in love again, this time it was no longer a rich young master, but a poor and inspiring top student.
The other party was indeed kind to her, and he married her right after graduating from college.
In those first few years, she was really happy.
But the things she did when she was young and ignorant did not go away. Instead, they were like a bomb lurking in her life. With a bang, her life was blown to pieces.
At first it was just a quarrel.
Later it developed into a cold war, infidelity, and domestic violence.
In the end they destroy each other.
Sang Yan returned to the crime scene covered in blood.
She desperately pressed the blood vessels in Xuanrao's wrist and screamed: "Hold on! Xuanrao, you still have a child! You can't die!"
But Xuanrao died.
She lay quietly in her arms, silent and haggard, but peaceful and beautiful.
"Xuanrao! Xuanrao, don't—"
She screamed and sat up, waking up from the nightmare, covered in cold sweat.
When Qiuzhi heard the commotion, he came over with a light on, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Miss, why did you call Concubine Xuan's name?"
"What?"
Sang Yan's eyes widened: "Is Concubine Xuan also called Xuan Rao?"
Is it her best friend Xuanrao?
When she comes here, will Xuanrao...
She didn't dare to think about it anymore, so she opened the quilt, got out of bed, and ran out.
I was so anxious that I even forgot to put on my shoes.