The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

? Emperor Jing Ming's expression is gentle and his tone is soft, just as casual and natural as he used to say, "Concubine Ai is not feeling well, take a good rest".

Concubine Xian looked at the familiar and unfamiliar old face, her mind went blank for a moment, but she didn't realize what the other party said.

"Concubine Ai, do you think this is the best of both worlds?"

Concubine Xian nodded subconsciously, and didn't react until her fingertips unconsciously touched the warm teapot.

She stood up suddenly, her face white: "What did the emperor say?"

If she heard correctly, the emperor recorded Lao Qi in the name of the queen?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Emperor Jing Ming looked concerned: "Did Concubine Ai have another headache?"

Concubine Xian stared at Emperor Jing Ming with a distorted expression, her pale and chapped lips trembled violently, and there was only one thought in her mind: she was going to scratch the face of this old man!

As soon as her hand was raised, a piercing headache struck, colliding with the ups and downs of emotions, making Concubine Xian unable to bear it all at once, and her eyes rolled over.

"Niangniang!" The maid serving in the palace was shocked.

Emperor Jing Ming calmly waved his hand: "It's okay."

As the old saying goes, the more you see, the more you know. There are many women in the palace. After decades of accumulation, Emperor Jing Ming has seen quite a few women who fainted, and he is quite experienced in this.

He stretched out his hand and slammed into Concubine Xian. After a while, Concubine Xian woke up leisurely, only to feel a burning pain above her lips.

But now Concubine Xian completely ignored this and grabbed Emperor Jing Ming's sleeve: "What did the emperor just say?"

Emperor Jing Ming shook his hand quietly: "Why did Concubine Ai faint, do you have a headache again? If so, you can't get angry easily, you need to rest well."

Concubine Xian's heart shuddered at the accentuated word "resting", and she suddenly came to her senses.

In front of her is the emperor, the king of a country, but not an ordinary man.

There is no father and son in the heavenly family, let alone the emperor's love for his concubine.

She just wanted to grab the old face of the Hua Emperor with her temper,

I am afraid that waiting for her is the cold palace.

Concubine Xian was frightened for a while, and her face became paler and weaker like a piece of paper.

Seeing Concubine Xian calm down, Emperor Jing Ming was secretly relieved.

Women are really scary, looking at the dignified and virtuous concubine Xian in the past, just like she was going to kill him.

He is the emperor, so of course he is not afraid of what a concubine will do, but if he was caught by those long fingernails, wouldn't he lose his old face.

Thinking of this, Emperor Jing Ming silently moved to the distance, coughed and said, "I am very worried about Concubine Ai's headache, and it is also considering this point that I gave the old seventh to the queen, so as not to have to worry about it. The bastard is always mad at you, making the disease worse..."

Concubine Xian's mouth twitched, and she couldn't calm down again.

She co-authored the son she gave birth to the queen in vain, and she still wants to say thank you to the emperor?

"Relax, Concubine Ai, nothing matters to your body." Emperor Jing Ming patted Concubine Xian lightly, feeling that he had said everything that should be said.

"You take good care of the maiden, if the maiden is not feeling well, immediately ask the imperial doctor, if the illness is delayed, you are the only one to ask!"

Taking advantage of the time the palace maids had responded, Emperor Jing Ming lifted his foot and left, leaving a room full of people tremblingly looking at Concubine Xian.

Under these gazes, Concubine Xian only felt that she was a big joke.

Old Qicheng is the son of the queen?

As a result, she can't make the old seventh become soft by sparring with the old seventh wife?

Lao Qi is in the name of the queen. In the future, Lao Qi's daughter-in-law does not need to come to Yuquan Palace when she enters the palace to please her. She has no qualifications to be angry...

The more concubine Xian thought about it, the more angry she became, and she soon thought of something more serious: the prince who is recorded in the queen's name is half a direct son, doesn't Lao Qi have the qualifications to be the prince?

In this way, as the brother of the fourth, the seventh not only did not help the fourth, but also became the fourth's biggest opponent, and he might even step on the fourth.

Concubine Xian could hardly imagine such a scenario happening.

If the fourth child can't compete, she would rather another prince ascend the throne than the seventh.

After tearing her face off that day, she has thoroughly seen what a heartless thing it is.

If Lao Qi took that seat, she would be the most humiliated if she didn't say anything good about her biological mother.

What could be better than his own son who has become the most honorable person in the world, but filial piety to the mother and son of others?

Concubine Xian's complexion was blue and white, and her blood was surging in waves. Suddenly, her throat became sweet, and she opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Niangniang—" The palace servants were shocked.

The confidant mother screamed: "Quickly pass on the imperial doctor—"

Not long after, the imperial doctor came in a hurry with a medicine box on his back, and after diagnosing Concubine Xian, he told Concubine Xian: "The liver stores blood, and anger hurts the liver. Niang Niang must remember to rest and recuperate, and don't get angry easily."

Concubine Xian was pale and said nothing.

The confidant sent the imperial physician to go out, quietly stuffed a purse, and whispered, "The imperial physician should not mention it to others about the Empress."

The imperial doctor skillfully put away his purse and nodded slightly.

He is a frequent visitor to the Yuquan Palace, and is considered a concubine of the virtuous. Of course, he knows what to say and what not to say.

Concubine Xian has been experiencing a lot of emotional ups and downs recently, and coupled with the unsolvable headaches, I am afraid that if she goes on like this—

The imperial doctor quietly sighed and left Yuquan Palace.

Emperor Jing Ming went to the Cining Palace after he left from Concubine Xian.

The empress recorded Lao Qi in her name, so she has to tell the empress dowager about this matter.

"The Emperor is here—"

Seeing the emperor come in, the queen mother gently placed a hanging Buddha bead on the kang table and said with a smile, "Why is the emperor so free?"

Fuqing and the fourteenth princesses were busy greeting Emperor Jingming.

"Get up." Emperor Jing Ming said to the two princesses, walked to the edge of the kang and sat down, "What is the mother doing?"

The queen mother pointed to the chessboard on the table: "I have nothing to do, watching the two girls play chess."

Emperor Jing Ming glanced at the chessboard and said with a smile, "Bai Zi seems to have the upper hand."

The Queen Mother glanced at Princess Fuqing: "White chess belongs to Ah Quan, but Fourteen is not bad. The two girls are evenly matched."

The Fourteenth Princess hurriedly said: "If the royal father comes a moment later, Heizi will be completely defeated."

Princess Fuqing said calmly, "I'm not as good as the Fourteenth Sister."

She has been blind for many years, and her chess skills are no better than Fourteen, but Fourteen has always given up.

Although she was clear about this, she didn't break it, so as not to feel uncomfortable.

"Both are good." Emperor Jing Ming boasted a few words and said to the queen mother, "I have a happy event that I want to tell my mother."

The queen mother raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled: "Uh, I don't know what the happy event is?"

"The son recorded Lao Qi under the queen's name."

The queen mother stretched out her hand and pressed the Buddha beads on the kang table.

Buddha beads carved from agarwood wood are round and smooth, as if coated with a layer of grease.

The smile on the back of the mother did not change at all, but her voice became heavier: "In this way, it is time to congratulate the queen."