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Chapter 230 The Eternal Empress ([-])

Nan Yanyun stared at the empress's back for a long time before turning his gaze away, and he silently closed his eyes.

Shen Changming seemed to be a little different from what he had imagined, but it didn't affect his plan at all, but the other party didn't seem to be as easy to deal with as he imagined.

Mouton said that the empress had been going to Nanying for several months, oh, she actually had the face to go.

I heard that the empress has some martial arts skills, but he has no strength to restrain a chicken, so it seems that he has to find a chance to go out and buy something.

The female officer was quick to handle the matter and invited the imperial physician in less than a quarter of an hour.

The imperial physician who was invited was the old woman who went to Lenggong for a consultation last time. She was called to the Golden Phoenix Palace at night, and the one lying on the Phoenix bed was that Nan Shijun. I was a little curious?

The Empress suddenly became interested in this Southern servant.

After saluting to the empress, the imperial physician went up to check on the injury. From the beginning to the end, Shen Changming just sat at the table indifferently, without any unnecessary reaction.

Nan Yanyun leaned on the soft pillow and stared at her swollen ankles, exerting a little force with her hands hanging by her side.

Why didn't Shen Changming come over?Didn't he make a good impression on her?Doesn't she like beauties the most?Or does it mean that Shen Changming doesn't like himself like this?

If you don't like it, why bring yourself back?

Nan Yanyun, you have to calm down, don't be in a hurry, and deal with the Hunjun step by step.

After the imperial doctor removed his hand, Nan Yanyun asked in a low voice: "Is my foot okay, imperial doctor?"

"It's not a big deal." The old woman shook her head, and she turned to look at His Majesty, who had his back to this side, "Nan Shijun is weak and malnourished, so it's not easy to bump, and it's easy to hurt his muscles and bones."

"Thank you, the imperial physician, I will take good care of your son." Mouton nodded, his eyes were full of distress for his son.

"The old minister brought some ointment, and the minister put it on first, and tomorrow he will send someone to the imperial hospital to get the medicine."

"Okay, thank you doctor."

Shen Changming didn't get up from the table until the imperial physician left. She turned her head and glanced at the two masters and servants beside the bed: "Let's rest in the Golden Phoenix Hall tonight, Linghong will arrange a new place for you tomorrow."

If you rearrange your residence, wouldn't you be able to move out of the cold palace?
As soon as Mouton's eyes lit up, he lifted up his clothes and knelt down to the Empress, "Thank you for your grace!"

The fingers hidden in the sleeves moved slightly, Shen Changming withdrew his gaze and walked out of the Golden Phoenix Hall.

Ling Hong, who was following beside her, saw that the Empress did not sleep in her bedroom, and subconsciously asked: "Your Majesty doesn't like Nan Shijun serving his bedroom, so should I send him back?"

"Many things." Linghong's inquiry displeased Shen Changming, and then he thought of a relatively important matter, "Have I ever had a good time with those servants before?"

She has no memory of the original owner's heirs. I don't know if the original owner kept himself clean or the heirs were killed secretly?
Shen Changming's question was very straightforward, Linghong didn't answer immediately, she observed Shen Changming's expression carefully, and said cautiously: "Your Majesty has not formally called the servants to bed."

"Well, tonight I will spend the night at Qin Palace first." It's not the latter, otherwise...

Shen Changming's eyes turned cold.

Candles flicker in the Golden Phoenix Hall.

At this moment, there are only two masters and servants in the hall. After closing the door of the hall, Mouton looked around the hall curiously.

This Golden Phoenix Hall is worthy of being the empress' bedroom, and all the ornaments inside are priceless treasures, which they had no chance to see before.

Nan Yanyun grabbed the ointment left by the imperial physician, retracted into the bed and closed her eyes.

The Empress' attitude towards him was too cold, and if he wanted to get close to the Empress to gain her trust, he had to do something else.

The palace in the middle of the night is like a deep tomb that eats people.

All the candles in the palaces have been extinguished.

Shen Changming sat in front of the general's case in Qindian, in the darkness, he was still a little uneasy after thinking about it, so he sat for an hour and got up and walked out of Qindian.

Outside the hall, Linghong had already retreated, and only four Fengluan guards were guarding her.

Flicking his sleeves and putting his hands behind his back, Shen Changming strode towards the Golden Phoenix Hall.

The candlelight in the Golden Phoenix Hall was extinguished, and there was a steady breathing sound from the room.

With a sullen face, Shen Changming gently pushed open the palace door. She stepped across the threshold and walked straight to the bed in the dark. She stopped at the bedside lamp holder, found a fire pocket and lit the white wax.

Only one piece of white wax was lit, but the candlelight was weak enough for Shen Changming to see the master and servant clearly.

Nan Yanyun was lying on the bed and frowning, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he looked fragile and painful. Moutong was lying on the ground, holding a red coral in his arms.

Shen Changming's gaze fell on Moutong's body.

How can a person who can live in the palace be as innocent as he appears on the surface? Mouton is not a good person, but he hasn't had the opportunity to do anything.

Withdrawing his gaze, Shen Changming sat down beside the bed, uncovered the quilt to reveal Nan Yanyun's red and swollen ankle, then pulled away his hand, unscrewed the porcelain cover and applied the medicine Nan Yanyun to the ankle.

This person really spent a lot of money to seduce her, the empress, if she didn't meet her last night, and if she didn't see a doctor, wouldn't it mean that if he let it go, he would lose his foot?

But no, the male waiter will definitely run to him for help by taking advantage of his discomfort.

At the beginning Mouton had the audacity to block Sheng Jia, but it is impossible for the harem to find any courtier or female officer without one of them taking action, and there is still an old friend of General Nan in the Shangtai Hospital.

However, Mouton so coincidentally stopped the Empress who was going to court next time.

I didn't see Shen Zheng before and Shen Changming didn't think about it, but now...

Covering up his killing intent, he put the porcelain bottle back into Nan Yanyun's hands, covered the quilt, and Shen Changming sat by the bed for a quarter of an hour before getting up and leaving.

The next morning.

Ling Hong knocked on the palace door with the porridge: "Mr. Nan, are you awake? Your Majesty asked the Imperial Dining Room to prepare porridge and soup for you."

Awakened by Ling Hong's voice, Nan Yanyun got up from the bed, his ankle was no longer in pain, and he didn't care about it, he only thought that his healing ability was strong, and carefully put the wound medicine into his sleeve.

"come in."

Mouton also woke up, quickly put the red coral back to its original place, and waited respectfully aside.

"Where's Your Majesty?" Nan Yanyun asked tentatively looking at the female emperor's personal servant.

Nan Yanyun looked very much like a harem servant who longed for the empress's love, Linghong did not hide it: "Your Majesty has gone to court, Nan Shijun should have a meal first, and I will take you to Xiaoyun Palace in a while, Your Majesty will take you to Xiaoyun Palace." I gave it to you."

"I want to wait until His Majesty returns."

up.

The blood flowed meanderingly along the hall and onto the steps outside the hall.

Shen Changming stepped on the corpse's phoenix robe stained with blood, the long sword in her right hand was hanging on the ground and sparked, the woman's face was expressionless and her eyes were dark: "What? Since when did you not even know who the emperor of this beam is? "

"Today, I will let you see who is the real master of Daliang!"

Every time Shen Changming said a word, everyone's head fell to the ground.

Almost all those who died were military officers from the Regent's lineage, and of course those civil servants who would rather die than surrender.

More people were so frightened that they hugged their heads and huddled together, begging for mercy.

The royalists stood quietly watching the play, unable to express their joy in their hearts. God opened their eyes, and the empress finally woke up.

After beheading more than a dozen people, Shen Changming lost interest and threw away the sword in his hand: "That's it for today, and I will send the memorial to Qindian later. Whoever dares to give the memorial to the Regent's Palace will be killed without mercy!"

"I will obey your orders!"

The regent king never dreamed that the queen would uproot the entire power of the regent just as soon as the prince left the imperial city.

What Shen Changming did was not just a deterrent to the court, he mobilized the entire southern battalion before dawn to put Tongtong, a general under Shen Xuefei with military power, into the dungeon.

From today onwards, she, Shen Changming, is the only master of this girder.

(End of this chapter)