"As long as she is not wronged," Zhuang Zhao said weakly.
Zhiyan looked at her with a serious look on his face and warned: "Master, please take care of yourself.
When the emperor falls ill, everyone is already at a loss.
If you fall again, what will happen to this palace?"
Zhuang Zhao rubbed his temples and tried to cheer up: "You are right, I can't fall down yet."
She touched her belly that was not yet pregnant, drank the bowl of half-warm bird's nest bit by bit, and wiped it.
Wiping his mouth, he said: "You can go with me and give a reply to the emperor."
Zhiyan responded with a yes, stretched out his arm for her to stand up, and walked back from the corridor.
When he returned, the emperor was using pear soup.
When he saw her coming back, he put the bowl away and said, "Everything is done."
She took the bowl and put it in the hands of the little eunuch who was standing aside.
She sat down by the bed and said, "It's done.
It's the prince's adoptive mother, Mrs.
Qi.
I asked the paper inkstone to be taken back to the Supervisory Office for interrogation."
The emperor hummed and did not ask any further questions.
"Your Majesty, don't ask me how I knew this.
Do you have any evidence?"
Her tone was calm, but seemed to be mixed with a little anger.
"It doesn't matter, I believe you."
He smiled softly, as gentle as if he was still the grandson of the past.
She was discouraged for a moment and leaned on his shoulder to complain: "I have been rushing to do things since I entered the palace.
I have not been clean all year round."
The emperor took out all the hairpins for her, put them on the paper inkstone, stroked her smooth hair and smiled softly: "Silly girl, you have no time.
If the days are empty every day, you can I had to cry."
Just like those concubines, living like a stagnant life is called boring.
He moved gently, fearing to hurt her.
Zhuang Zhao pursed his lips and his eyes were filled with mist.
He hugged his neck and cried, "I'm scared."
He had just praised her for being independent and strong, but why did she suddenly become dependent on him again.
The emperor glanced at Zhiyan helplessly, and Zhiyan led everyone to retreat knowingly.
The emperor patted her back and coaxed softly: "What are you afraid of?
I'm still here, aren't I?"
She didn't speak, she just hugged him harder and harder.
The emperor didn't say much, and still stroked her back, waiting for her to calm down.
Zhuang Zhao slowly put away his tears and said: "In the past, I always thought that the privacy of the harem was nothing more than this, and I didn't take it lightly.
Today, after such a big fall, I feel that I thought of myself too highly.
From now on" I have to be careful about these things all the time in the future, which makes me feel even more tired.
She has learned the methods of fighting between women for so many years and has always felt that she can apply them freely.
She did make good use of her time in Taisun Palace.
This was indeed the first time that Qi had been plotted against, and it was considered a blow to her head.
Never underestimate anyone in this palace.
Those who can survive in this palace, or even live well, are definitely not ordinary people.
The emperor teased her: "It's rare for a female Zhuge like you to admit defeat one day."
His eyes were thoughtful.
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After a while, he looked away and lifted a strand of her hair to the tip of his nose.
"The plum blossoms smell good.
When I feel better, we will go to enjoy the plum blossoms.
If you are hungry, let them pass the meal."
He changed the topic. .
Zhuang Zhao raised his eyes in surprise: "The emperor hasn't eaten yet."
The emperor drank pear soup just now, and she thought he had finished it.
She frowned lightly, a little dissatisfied, "These slaves are getting less and less good at serving, what time has it been?"
The emperor stroked her brow and said, "I asked them to have dinner later.
Look at you, you are frowning every now and then, and you are careful to get wrinkles.
No amount of beauty treatments can fix them."
Zhuang Zhao glared at him and angrily went outside to ask them to pass on the meal.
The emperor was ill, so it was natural that he had to go to great lengths to serve the dishes in the imperial dining room.
Because the emperor had given instructions in advance, the royal meal ended with only a few fresh vegetables, a mutton pot, a tofu soup, and a rare dish of grilled fish.
Tan Chen said: "This fish was presented by Mr.
Feng San, saying that he caught it himself."
The fish presented by the emperor's cousin was naturally cooked and served in the imperial dining room.
The emperor smiled and said: "He is quite free."
Brother Qing reminded him that he would have to deal with Beiyi's affairs in a few days.
He originally intended to fight, but now it seems that he can only negotiate peace.
The emperor sighed, could it be God's will?
Zhuang Zhao asked Tan Chen, "I have tried them all."
After receiving a positive answer, he scooped a bowl of mutton soup for him, put it into his hand and said: "Your Majesty, please don't think too much about it now.
Just drink the soup to warm yourself up.
When the dragon is healthy, you can think whatever you want." you" She was so fierce, the emperor looked at her innocently and started to drink the soup.
By the time he finished the soup, the vegetables in his bowl were piled high.
If she can serve like this, she is the only one who dares to serve in the palace.
He glanced at the empty bowl in front of her and asked: "What's wrong?
Is the food not to your liking?
Ask them to make something else you want to eat.
You don't have to wait here.
Go and have your meal."
Zhuang Zhao shook his head: "I just had a bowl of bird's nest, I don't want to eat anything else."
The emperor changed his pair of chopsticks and picked up a piece of tofu for her, and said with a smile: "Eat some at least."
She nodded, picked up her chopsticks and began to eat slowly.
The emperor then changed his chopsticks and began to eat.
A sick person's mouth tastes bitter, but the more the emperor eats, the sweeter it becomes.
There was no symptom of being unable to swallow at all.
Tan Chen on the side looked happy.
If he could eat something, it would be no big deal: