What the king of a country says is an imperial edict, and no one dares to refute it, and no one can change it with golden words. Chu Xiong stood in front of the window and looked at the lady lying on the bed, then turned to look at the boundless night outside the window, with countless thoughts and anguish in his heart.
And I can't find an outlet.
"Xue'er——" a thin voice came from behind.
Chu Xiong took a few steps and stepped forward to help Mei Qianrou up, and said softly: "Rou'er, are you awake?"
Mei Qianrou stared at him closely, grabbed his sleeve, and said hastily: "Master, where is Xue'er?"
Seeing that Chu Xiong didn't respond and had no intention of discerning the heartache in his eyes, Mei Qianrou frowned, lifted the quilt and prepared to get out of bed, but was pulled back.
"Xue'er is in Lingxuan Hall and is taken care of by the imperial physician," Chu Xiong swallowed and continued, "Qianqian will also take care of her."
Mei Qianrou breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that her precious daughter was fine. When she realized what she was doing, she felt something was wrong: "Master, where is the young master who said he wanted to marry Xue'er?"
Hearing her talking about that man, Chu Xiong was furious. When he saw Chu Xianxue injured yesterday, the man in green robe was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. He stood there like a stupid goose. Fortunately, he almost killed her.
His precious daughter married him, but he didn't expect that he would be so blind.
"Don't talk about this anymore." He snorted from his nose with obvious disdain in his tone.
Seeing him like this, Mei Qianrou didn't dare to ask any more questions. She already knew that her daughter was alive and she was lucky. Qianqian was so smart, she could at least help him in the palace.
At this point, we can only take one step at a time, Chu Xiong thought helplessly.
The dark night is long and cool as water.
In the Lingxuan Hall, the lights are brightly lit.
"Your Majesty, the Queen, the wound on Third Miss's head has been treated. It should not be irritated in recent days, and the wound should not be exposed to water, otherwise it may leave scars," the old doctor took out a delicate ceramic pot from the medicine box.
The bottle came, "This medicine can be applied to the wound three times a day to prevent the third lady from leaving any scars."
"Thank you, Doctor Li." Chu Qianqian said with a smile, and Chunliu on the side stepped forward to take it.
The injury on Chu Xianxue's forehead has been treated and wrapped in white gauze, which is so tender that it makes people feel pitiful. Fu Deyou stood quietly outside the bed curtain and looked at the sleeping woman, with an unknown meaning flashing in his eyes.
"The queen has worked hard in organizing the family banquet today. Go back and rest early. Cao Sheng——"
After receiving the order, Eunuch Cao stepped forward with a flattering smile and said, "Your Majesty, my servant is here."
Fu Deyou glanced at the woman on the bed and ordered in a deep voice: "Send a few palace maids to serve me closely and serve me!"
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will make arrangements immediately."
Seeing Eunuch Cao turn around and go down, the palace was silent. Chu Qianqian saw that the emperor had a sullen look on his face, and couldn't help but wonder if the farce she arranged today had annoyed him. She frowned, but still said cautiously: "Your Majesty, the third sister lives in Ling.
Xuan Dian is afraid that something is wrong, why don't you move the third sister to my Fengwei Palace? It would be nice to have someone to take care of you."
Fu Deyou smiled instead of being angry, and looked at her coldly, with no emotion in his tone: "The queen has carefully arranged today just to show me this good show? I don't know yet that the queen actually teamed up with Mr. Chu to scheme against me.
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Hearing this, Chu Qianqian's originally calm face suddenly turned away from a look of fear, and she knelt on the ground with a plop, becoming panicked.
"Your Majesty, I forgive you. I dare not speculate on the Holy Heart, and I have never been in cahoots with my father. Please tell me, Your Majesty."
Eunuch Cao, who had just returned, saw the Queen kneeling, rolled his eyes, and knelt down at the door without saying a word.
The atmosphere became weird, the look of worry between Chu Qianqian's eyebrows gradually became thicker, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her face, and her heart was beating wildly.
Suddenly there was a chuckle, and Fu Deyou smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to help her up, and said close to her ear: "This is the first time in so many years that the queen has disobeyed me. There will be no next time."
A stream of hot air hung on Chu Qianqian's earlobes, making her shoulders tremble, her eyes narrowed, and she nodded.
Fu Deyou smiled with satisfaction, and walked away with Chu Qianqian. When he reached the door, he looked back deeply, narrowed his eyes slightly, and sneered secretly.
The foggy morning was unusually quiet, and the waning moon still hung in the sky, like a tarnished pebble. Then a carriage came out of the palace, speeding along the way, startling the birds and vendors on both sides of the official road.
"Second sister——"
Chu Miao'er, who was about to have a meal, looked shocked. Chu Qianqian ran straight into the room and hugged her and started crying. Chu Miao'er quickly sent away the servants in the house to prevent others from looking at her and chewing her tongue behind her back.
Fu Yunqi was also obviously frightened. He looked at Chu Miao'er and could probably guess the reason.
Normally the queen is dignified, steady and serious, but now she indulges herself in tears, which makes him really embarrassed. He doesn't want to participate in this harem, and he doesn't want to know about it. The less he knows, the better. Put down his chopsticks,
Fu Yunqi said no more and left knowingly.
He walked to the door and told Baitao: "Tell the kitchen to heat the food. The princess will definitely not be able to eat this meal."
Baitao was stunned after hearing this, and without asking any more questions, she quickly turned around and ran to the kitchen.
The two sisters Chu Qianqian and Chu Miaoer didn't have a deep relationship, and the marriage grant created a gap between them. She came here so rudely today, and she wasn't afraid of being laughed at by them. The matter was already a foregone conclusion, what else did she want?
Could it be that he was punished by the emperor for what happened yesterday?
Fu Yunqi was confused, shook his head helplessly and left.
"Second sister, the emperor left Xue'er in Lingxuan Hall last night, what do you think I should do?"
As we all know, Lingxuan Palace was a palace renovated by the Supreme Emperor for his beloved concubines. To this day, only the emperor's favorite concubines can live there. During Fu Deyou's tenure, several concubines lived in this palace one after another. Fu Deyou was greedy for beauty.
He often chooses concubines from all over the world, but when he gets tired of playing with them, he discards them like worn-out shoes. Since he lets Chu Xianxue live in Lingxuan Palace, he is undoubtedly announcing to everyone that this is the woman he likes, and no one dares to refute it.
I just don’t know if there will be another turmoil when Fu Lilian comes back.
Chu Miaoer looked at her and shook her head gently, saying, "I have no choice."
Hearing this, Chu Qianqian was stunned for a moment, and then burst into tears.
Quietly, she had regarded Chu Miao'er as her sustenance, so even though she knew there was no way around it, she still had to listen to her say it herself, as if only after hearing her say it could she really accept it.
Before I knew it, the sun had set.
When Fu Yunqi entered the room, he saw Chu Miao'er holding her chin, looking out the window in a daze, pursing her lips and approaching softly.
A face suddenly came up in front of Chu Miao'er who was relaxing. The smiling peach blossom eyes were so captivating that he blinked so hard that Chu Miao'er let out a soft cry in fright.
After seeing clearly that it was Fu Yunqi, Chu Miaoer rolled her eyes at him and said softly: "When did you come back?"
"I haven't gone out of the house the whole time," Fu Yunchi smiled, sat down opposite her, and asked casually, "Is the Queen here because of your precious sister?"
"Hey -" Chu Miao'er held her chin and sighed softly, shook her head and said, "If Chu Xianxue can't control herself, even the gods can't save her, let alone me."
Fu Yunqi also shook his head.
Chu Miaoer suddenly frowned and said angrily: "But this emperor is really hateful. Although Chu Xianxue is a shy flower, he has so many beauties in his harem. He can't accept anyone he wants, but he wants to marry his son.
If you steal a woman, you won't be afraid of becoming the laughing stock of Kyoto."
Fu Yunqi stood in front of her in a flash.
"The fourth princess speaks without thinking. Be careful, walls have ears." Fu Yunqi smiled evilly, "But if Chu Xianxue is called the 'flower shy of the moon', then Miao Miao will definitely be called the 'peach shy of the apricot'."
There is no inferiority in my heart."
The distance was too close. When Fu Yunqi spoke, his warm breath lightly touched her face, bringing with it a bit of moisture. Chu Miaoer couldn't help but blush her cheeks, and she lightly dodged and ran away.
The moonlight is clear and cold, passing through the leaves and shining its silver radiance unreservedly on the glazed tile roof, casting a hazy light on the high red wall, mysterious and quiet.
The candlelight in the hall flickers slightly, and the crystal jade lamp serves as a lamp, shining brightly and reflecting the bright moon. The sandalwood in the incense burner is filled with smoke.
"Your Majesty, please make the decision for Xue'er." Chu Xianxue knelt on the ground and looked at the emperor with awe. "Xue'er doesn't know the person my father mentioned at all, and Xue'er doesn't want to marry. Your Majesty, please make the decision for Xue'er."
Call the shots.”
Fu Deyou lowered his head and looked quietly at Chu Xianxue who was kneeling on the ground. His almond-shaped eyes were full of tears, as if shrouded in a layer of mist. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he silently shed a few tears. This helpless and weak expression made him
My heart itches.
"Xueer, don't be afraid. As long as I'm here, no one dares to touch you," Fu Deyou stretched out his hand and said softly, "Get up."
Chu Xianxue looked up along the broad hands. The man in front of her had a smile on his lips, and his own shadow was clearly reflected in his eyes, swaying with fragrance and bewitching people's hearts.
She put her hands into those dry hands. She was probably recovering from a serious illness, and she had been kneeling for a long time. Chu Xianxue's eyesight went dark, and Fu Deyou took advantage of the situation and pulled her.
The world was spinning, and when she opened her eyes, Chu Xianxue found herself being held in the emperor's arms. She wanted to open her eyes anxiously, but Fu Deyou refused.
"Did Xueer apply any ointment today?"
Chu Xianxue's cheeks turned red and she shook her head gently. Her clear eyes were like a clear spring water, gently rippling through Fu Deyou's heart, tickling his heart.
"Then let me help Xue'er apply the ointment, okay?"
Chu Xianxue lay in the emperor's arms, her face as red as the sunset, her hands and feet were weak and she couldn't stand up, as if she had suddenly lost her strength. Let the emperor help her walk to the bed, Chu Xianxue
Xue only felt that her surroundings were filled with fragrance, her head was dizzy, and she couldn't think about what she was doing at the moment.
Compared to Fu Lilian, the emperor has more masculine charm and knows how to care for women. He has sat on the throne for many years, speaks loudly, and has a majestic body. Feeling his fingertips gently caressing her forehead, Chu Xianxue's heart trembled.
"Your Majesty." Chu Xianxue called softly, her voice so soft that she couldn't even hear her clearly, "Xueer, thank you Your Majesty."
She raised her head just in time to catch the emperor's sight. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her heart trembled as well. She quickly lowered her head, for fear of revealing her shameful thoughts.
Fu Deyou's eyes gradually darkened, shining with an indistinguishable light.
