Chapter 405

"My lord, how is your majesty doing?" In Qiande Hall, Concubine Shu couldn't help worrying. Holding the silk handkerchief in one hand, and covering his face with the other hand, Yuan Chengdi, who was obviously short of breath and tight in chest, stroked his chest slowly.

The person on the dragon couch wanted to speak, but unexpectedly, his heart was touched, followed by a short cough. In this case, it is clear that the illness is getting worse.

It has been more than three months since Yuan Chengdi fell ill, and neither party has changed much. But now the stomach can't bear it, no matter how expensive the medicinal materials are for recuperation, after taking it for a while, it still vomits out in the end. He called the two judges of the Imperial Hospital, and they were so worried that their hair turned gray.

Seeing that the man's chest was heaving and heaving on the bed, his figure had become thinner and his former dignity was no longer there, Concubine Shu glanced over her head, her eyes blushed quietly. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was silent for a long time, frowned imperceptibly when he saw this scene.

"Re-examination. Discuss the pulse case and take it." The man who is nearly 60 years old, the illness comes like a mountain.

Emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty ascended the throne as a young man, and the burden was too heavy. His body was not as solid as the brothers of Zong Zhenglin's generation. In the past few years, he was tired by the prince, and sometimes he was angry. Recently, he was busy with the battle in Mobei, followed by snowstorms all around, during which the Queen Mother passed away, and Zong Zhenghan conspired against him. After repeated blows, the emperor, who had reached the age of destiny, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Prince." The voice was very weak, and the eyes that only slowly opened still carried the air of an emperor. "Chuan Rongzhan, Li Fulin, Su Bowen, Changsun Tai, Cai Pingkang, enter the palace to have an audience."

In just a few words, he was out of breath.

Every time Emperor Yuan Cheng read a name, Concubine Shu's heart trembled twice. These people are all the emperor's confidantes, so many people were summoned to meet at one time... Could it be? !

The fingers holding the silk handkerchief were clenched suddenly, trying to maintain a humble and respectful face. The emperor asked the prince to run an errand, so the women in the harem naturally couldn't interrupt. My heart was beating like a drum, and I was very excited.

Afterwards, the emperor only left concubine Shu to accompany him, and everyone in the imperial hospital was kicked out of the hall to discuss the pulse case. Zong Zhenglin's footsteps were a little heavy, and he stepped forward, and was about to cross Jinping, when he looked back before he knew it, he saw Concubine Shu leaning slightly, whispering softly in Emperor Yuan Cheng's ear.

Women over forty years old still have charm. And the emperor on the sickbed is already old and dying. The two folded their hands on the couch, Concubine Shu's side face was gentle and gentle.

Zong Zhenglin's eyes froze, and he felt that the surroundings in the inner hall with the windows closed were very suffocating.

Outside Qiande Hall, Gu Changde was summoned to announce the decree, and Zong Zhenglin stood with his hands behind his back on the porch. When you look up, you will see the clear sky, with a distant and thoughtful expression.

After dinner in the evening, Mu Xiyao looked at the man sitting on the bamboo floor again, with her head tilted, and her doubts became even stronger.

He was fine when he went out, but when Shiji came back, why is Mr. Boss so gloomy?

Grabbing a landscape fan casually, Mu Yaonv rubbed against the rascal, pouted her butt and forcefully asked the man behind her to move a place for her. He took off his embroidered shoes and climbed up, laying his head on his chest, the palace fan in his hand made him feel weak, obviously he didn't put his mind on it.

Fingers along the man's open placket and scratched his chest, Shui Lingling's beautiful eyes blinked and blinked at him.

"Prince, is someone mad at you?" The tone was very rare.

Pressed by her delicate and soft body, Zong Zhenglin raised his hand to support her lower back, his eyes flickered as he looked at this cheerful woman with deep eyes.

"I'm not happy with my lonely heart, Jiaojiao likes to hear and see?" The little goblin's eyes are very beautiful, especially at this moment.

Glad to see you. Someone can deal with the big devil, who is so capable?

It's a pity that that person is not her, otherwise she wouldn't have to be wrong. "I feel that I have a place to use my skills, and I am happy to come here to comfort you." After speaking, she bent down and pressed against his chest, rubbing her cheeks twice.

The cloud satin inner was silky and silky, and when it was worn on Zong Zhenglin's body, it was extremely cool in summer.

"Jiaojiao." Before she could continue to play tricks, Zong Zhenglin straightened his dishonest head, holding her face to face him. "During the birth of a child, Jiaojiao was worried that her complexion would be damaged, and she was afraid of seeing Gu face to face?"

When has her complexion ever been damaged! Mu Yaonv's first reaction was to pout and complain. "The appearance of the concubine is very good. Whenever His Highness sees her, she will be of great use."

This reaction... His Royal Highness has a headache. Meeting someone who is too special, her mind is muddled when she speaks normally.

With a slap, he slapped the little woman's upright buttocks, and the man gave her a warning look. When did he ever dislike her again? I just wanted to ask her what she was thinking.

"Aren't you worried that seeing Jiaojiao's unkempt appearance will spoil your favor?"

Bastard, dare you!

No matter how loudly he shouted in his heart, he could only hum in disdain on his face. "My concubine gave birth to a son for you. You don't care about my concubine's appearance. Even if my concubine's face is filthy, she is also busy with carrying on your family. You should remember better." People, if you compare the two phases, don't you love them more?

Hearing her straightforward answer, Zong Zhenglin narrowed his pupils, stroked her hairy hand, and slowed down his movements.

"At the Prince's Mansion, Jiaojiao heard that she was alone in the wind and cold, and she just wore a bun on her head casually." Although the little thing deliberately tormented him, she rushed over after all, and she couldn't even care about her usual loveliness .

Taking a deep breath, ignoring her puzzled expression, and clasping the back of Mu Xiyao's head, Zong Zhenglin raised his neck, and his cold lips were printed between her eyebrows.

Excellent, did not disappoint him.

Thinking about the scene in Qiande Hall, Emperor Yuan Cheng would never be unaware of it.

While sick, he never forgets to draw exquisite makeup, showing respect to the emperor and paying attention to the appearance of the imperial court; what's more, I am afraid that the competition for favor has already penetrated into the bone marrow. I'm afraid that at this moment, the emperor hired others to accompany him. If he misses even a single bit of important news, which will affect his future, he will have to spend the rest of his life in regret.

Concubine Shu's style today, although in line with the rules of the ancestors, has lost her sacred heart. Although Emperor Yuan Cheng was too sick to get up, how could the emperor's mind not be able to weigh the weight of it.

Patting Mu Xiyao's back, Zong Zhenglin hugged this Yang who disdained to be fake, and felt more and more that the little woman had problems all over her body. Compared with her rare temperament, it was worthwhile for him to be more tolerant.

That night, Mu Xiyao was in a daze, and was forced to pester her in bed for a long time by His Royal Highness, who had something on her mind. She was so tired, until she woke up the next day, she didn't even think about where she suddenly fell in love with this man.

Twenty or so days had passed like this, before His Royal Highness Prince Ning was ordered to return to the capital from Jingzhou, Emperor Yuan Cheng fainted again.

On the sixteenth day of the seventh month in the nineteenth year of Zhanghe, at three quarters of the hour, the emperor collapsed in the Qiande Hall. The crown prince is the emperor, the imperial concubine is promoted to the empress dowager, the concubine Shu is promoted to the empress dowager, the mourning clothes are changed day by day, and the mountain mausoleum is frugal.

When Mu Xiyao heard the bad news, she couldn't help being shocked.

In the late emperor's decree, at the last moment, the position of imperial concubine of the Jin emperor overwhelmed concubine Shu?

Outside the Qiande Hall, all officials were dressed in plain clothes and kept silent like cicadas. In the Xindi's pair of sinking phoenix eyes, a trace of sadness flashed in an instant.