"Ah, empress!" Sang Yu was frightened by Qingyan's sudden movement and took a step back.
Looking at Sang Yu, Qingyan smiled slightly and said, "Coward, I'm fine." After saying that, she didn't make any sound. Sang Yu looked at Qingyan opening her mouth but didn't say anything, thinking she was thirsty and wanted to drink water, so she quickly poured a glass.
The water came and was handed to Qingyan. "Mother, are you thirsty? Come, Sang Yu will feed you." Seeing that Qingyan didn't take the water glass as if she was stunned by something, Sang Yu was stunned and then smiled and fed you the water.
To Qingyan's mouth.
"I'm not thirsty." She kissed her lips, but still no sound came out. She covered her mouth in shock, and her face was stunned. Tears flowed down uncontrollably, one drop after another, on her pale face.
It's a look of despair.
"My queen, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me? Don't be afraid, my queen, Sang Yu will never leave you. The assassin won't come again." Sang Yu hugged Qingyan in fear and comforted her in a low voice.
Assassin? I'm afraid it was Lao Mo's quick wit. He wiped away his tears and smiled weakly.
"Empress, you haven't eaten all day. Sang Yu cooked some millet porridge for you. Come on, get up and drink it all before lying down." Sang Yu helped Qingyan up and brought a small bowl from the table, and poured some soup into it.
He scooped up a spoonful of steaming millet porridge and gently brought it to Qingyan's mouth.
Feeling the warm millet porridge sliding into her stomach, Qingyan's cold heart suddenly felt warm, like a warm current sliding into her heart. It warmed her body and mind.
The tears fell again and flowed into the light millet porridge.
"Mother, what's wrong with you? Are you burned? It's all Sang Yu's fault." Sang Yu panicked when she saw Qingyan crying, thinking it was the millet porridge that had been burned, and she burst into tears.
Qingyan stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears on Sang Yu's face, smiled slightly and shook her head at Sang Yu, indicating that she was okay.
"Hoo, Madam. You scared Sang Yu to death. Madam, you are talking. Why are you crying when you wake up? It's okay. If you tell me, don't you still have me?" Sang Yu fed Qingyan again.
Xiaomi Porridge said.
"..." Qingyan looked at Sang Yu and opened her mouth. The hand holding Sang Yu dropped weakly. After all, she still couldn't say anything.
"Empress?" Sang Yu, who finally noticed something was wrong, put the millet porridge aside and stared at Qingyan in disbelief. Why did she feel that Qingyan had lost her voice instead of not speaking?
"..." Qingyan pointed to her mouth and waved her hand.
"Bang Dang" Sang Yu was so frightened by this scene that he staggered back and hit the millet porridge that shattered on the ground.
"Empress, what's wrong with you? Oh, empress, I'm going to see the imperial doctor now. You must be fine. You must have scared me. The imperial doctor will come later to see how you pretend. You will be fine.
." Sang Yu shook his head, patted his forehead with his hand to wake himself up, and ran out in panic.
### "Imperial Doctor, Imperial Physician! Imperial Physician!" A hurried cry could be heard in the distance in the corridor. Wearing a green palace dress and holding up the hem of her skirt that was a little in the way, Sang Yu burst into tears.
She ran quickly. She couldn't believe how the empress could suddenly lose her voice. She must let the imperial doctor cure her, of course! Sang Yu swore silently in his heart and did not notice the figure around the corner.
"Ah", "ah" and "clang" were accompanied by two screams followed by the sound of a breaking bowl.
"Pah," before Sang Yu could react, he was slapped hard in the face. The cruelty of the blow made Sang Yu's eyes flash with stars.
"Whose palace maid is so ignorant of etiquette? What a shame in this palace!"
I saw a palace maid in the same turquoise palace dress calling to me in a high-pitched voice, with a fierce expression on her delicate little face. And lying next to her was a palace maid in a goose-yellow palace dress, with the corners of her mouth throbbing and a vague feeling.
I want to cry. The fragments scattered on the ground and the steaming chicken soup are in front of me.
Sang Yu unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth, and it was over. Just when Sang Yu was mourning for himself in his heart, a voice as gentle as jade, like an oriole's swallow slowly sounded out, "It took me an hour to do this.
The chicken soup that was just stewed was meant to be served to the emperor. And now you smash it to pieces, how can you bear the crime?" Sang Yu turned his head and saw the woman who turned her face aside said lightly. There was no trace of it.
Expression. That stunningly beautiful face was looking intently at the blooming flowers outside the corridor.
She is wearing a blue floor-length skirt, covered with a dark moire satin blouse. The satin blouse and skirt are covered with light and soft blue gauze. There is an apricot silk gauze on her arm, which meanders together with the long skirt.
On the gorgeous carpet. Her appearance is stunning.