Concubine to conquer the world

Chapter 170
Not daring to think about it anymore, Concubine Ming stood up in a panic.

Standing in the middle of the courtyard, she looked around the Muwang Mansion, which was many times smaller than Youlan Bieyuan, with mixed feelings in her heart.

It's like not daring to face the past, let alone the present.

She moved her stiff steps and stumbled out of the mansion.
Xia Jianzhao, who returned to the hall, sat behind the short table with puffed cheeks.

As if she had experienced a battle without gunpowder smoke, God knows what kind of mentality she used to say those words to Concubine Ming in a sophisticated posture just now.

However, judging from Concubine Ming's expression, there should be no need for her to bother.
He lowered his head and rubbed the center of his brows, the unformed letter that was crumpled into a ball broke into his eyes.

She picked it up, unfolded it, and glanced at the contents of the letter.

Then he crumpled into a ball in disgust and threw it aside.

After brewing for several days and nights, I wanted to write something to send to him, but no matter how I wrote it, I was not satisfied.

In the end, I simply took a lovesickness bean with me, sending lovesickness with things, the most perfect way of expression.

Xia Jianzhao was holding his chin with both hands, his bright eyes were shining brightly.

He should have received her token, right?
Is there an echo coming soon?
What will he bring her?
As night fell, the imperial palace was shrouded in darkness. The palace, which was just lit up with bright lights, was sacred and inviolable.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Nan Chicheng crouched behind the high-built desk of the memorials and reviewed them one by one.

Since the prince fell ill, most of his thoughts were on the East Palace.

In the past few days, the prince's condition has stabilized, only to realize that the government affairs waiting for him to deal with have already piled up.

Gong Jiumao stood aside, covering his mouth and yawning.

He cautiously glanced at the emperor, only to heave a long sigh of relief when he saw that the emperor hadn't noticed.

"Go down and rest."

Just after Gong Jiu let out a breath, Nan Chicheng's voice sounded.

He was so frightened that he woke up.

Hastily put on a smile on his face like a dog's leg: "Slave. Slave is in good spirits."

Nan Chicheng frowned slightly: "Do you think I didn't hear your yawn? Didn't you see your sneaky little eyes? You dog slave."

Gong Jiu covered her mouth and dared not make a sound.

After pausing for a moment, he decided that he still had to pat the dragon's fart at the critical moment.

So the cat bent down and said softly: "Your Majesty has good hearing and good eyesight, nothing I can do to escape your discerning eyes."

"The servant sees that your spirit has improved a lot in the past few days."

"Perhaps, the nourishing soup that Princess Mu sent every now and then has a magical effect."

Hearing this, Nan Chicheng paused the tip of the pen in his hand, and nodded in agreement.

At this time in the past, his body could no longer support him and he was still sitting behind the desk.

These days are really different
Seeing Nan Chicheng's reaction, Gong Jiu continued to observe his words and said: "But the little princess hasn't delivered soup to the Hall of Mental Cultivation for a few days. Or, the slave will go back to her to ask for the prescription?"

Nan Chicheng turned his head abruptly: "Ask for a prescription?"

"If Fang Zi asks for it, then there will be nothing wrong with the sixth daughter-in-law?"

Gong Jiu blinked suspiciously.

Nan Chicheng picked up the pen and slammed it on his head: "I have to ask the sixth daughter-in-law to make you a bowl of brain soup."

Gong Jiu bowed his waist and smiled mockingly, but Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out.

Nan Chicheng said at this time: "Fang Zi asked for it, and the sixth daughter-in-law will not come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

"She doesn't hang around in front of me from time to time, how can she inspire those princes and concubines who have nothing to do but compare food and clothing?"

Gong Jiu suddenly came to his senses.

It turns out that the emperor is using the little princess as an example to correct the atmosphere.
(End of this chapter)