The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 976

"Hey, Princess Pingyang entered the palace very early in the morning, and asked the emperor about the matter of King Rui, whether the emperor intends to tolerate it just because of the imperial concubine's collision. Princess Pingyang still has the temper she had when she was a child. The emperor provoked a good temper, and you came here before the anger disappeared."

Tang Nineteen also admired Princess Pingyang.

I just don't know, she wrote two booklets to help Tang Nineteen in the beginning, to deal with the imperial concubine and King Rui, but now she is holding on to King Rui, why.

"I just said, you keep giving me winks, it seems that I came at the wrong time. ——Imperial Concubine, are you feeling better?"

Jiang Defu shook his head: "No big improvement. After all, it is some age. In addition, because of the matter of King Rui, he cried and begged the emperor several times. He said that his eyes seemed to be a little bit bad all of a sudden. Yesterday evening, there are still a few For an hour, I couldn’t see clearly.”

I don't know if it's real or fake.

She nodded lightly.

Jiang Defu lowered his voice: "Princess Qin, in fact, the old slave called you, and there is a private matter."

"Eunuch Jiang, please tell me."

"Your old slave sniffed the clothes carefully, and also smelled the scent of winter jasmine. Is this scented with incense pills?"

On the contrary, the nose is bright: "Yes."

"I don't know if gold is precious or not for these fragrant meatballs. This old servant has the cheek to ask Princess Qin to give me some."

She will not be stingy just because Jiang Defu just reminded Tang Nineteen not to talk anymore.

However, there are not many of her.

It was stuffed in the carry bag, only Bi Tao took out two, and the rest were still there.

She poured them all out: "Take it."

Jiang Defu thanked Qianer.

Tang Nineteen smiled and said goodbye to him. When she turned around, a letter leaked from her cuffs, but her mind was attracted by a familiar figure at the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and she didn't pay attention.

Jiang Defu just looked at Xiangwan for a while, without paying attention.

When Tang Nineteen ran out, Jiang Defu turned to leave, only to find a letter lying on the ground.

Picking it up, the parchment envelope was a little wrinkled, and there were three words written on the envelope: Qu Tianlin, isn't this the king, and he still uses the name of the king.

Why did the dry king write a letter to Qin Wangfei? Could it be that there is some personal affair in it, otherwise how could he use his own name.

In a daze, the emperor stood at the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation and called him: "Jiang Defu."

Jiang Defu hurriedly stuffed the letter into his cuffs, and ran into the Hall of Mental Cultivation holding the few fragrant pills.

Once inside, the emperor ordered him: "Close the door."

Jiang Defu knew the emperor's thoughts best, the sun had not risen yet, the house was not hot, but the doors and windows were closed, it was simply because he wanted to keep the fragrance.

Jiang Defu got up and turned on the incense burner.

The emperor stopped: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Defu opened his palms: "I asked Princess Qin for some of the incense pills you like, and my servant will smoke one for you."

The emperor was slightly taken aback, and then he fell back into the chair a little more loosely, with one hand propping his forehead: "Come on, I haven't smelled this fragrance for a long time."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Gently, almost piously, he lit the incense pills. Jiang Defu turned around and walked towards the dragon chair. The emperor sat up a little and said, "Bring it."

Jiang Defu's body froze for a moment, but he understood what the emperor meant.

Slowly pulled the letter out from the cuff, and presented it obediently: "It fell out of Princess Qin's sleeve, and the slave didn't stop her. It seems that it was written by the second master."

The emperor pulled the letter over, looked at the inscription on it, and frowned with thick eyebrows.

Most likely, he also wanted to be crooked.

(End of this chapter)