C9 Hand Feeding(1)

When Qingmann heard this, she hurriedly turned around and put down the medicine bowl. She found a bronze mirror on the dressing table and rushed to the bedside. She kneeled down and raised the copper mirror. "Empress, please look in the mirror."

Yan Hongye grabbed the mirror. She didn't care about the flop and kneeled by the side of the bed. She stared at her delicate face in the mirror for a long time before finally letting out a long breath.

Fortunately, the face in the mirror was still her own. It was just that she seemed to be a lot younger than her original twenty year old self. Her skin was white as cream, smooth as an egg.

Her eyebrows were delicate, her eyes were clear and clear, the bridge of her nose was tall and small, and the corners of her beautiful lips were naturally curved in a slight smile.

Gu Long had said that the luck of girls who liked to laugh wouldn't be too bad.

So it was like that. Although he was similar to this before, the corners of his mouth didn't seem to be raised so much. No wonder his luck was so bad, and this Consort Yan was actually doted on so much by the Emperor.

Sigh, it really was one person after another!

Yan Hongye sighed emotionally. She put down the mirror and turned to look at Qingmann, who was still kneeling beside the bed. "Why are you still kneeling?"

She had thought that kneeling when handing over the items was a must for the maids of this era, but it seemed strange that she was still kneeling after so long.

Qingmann held back her tears as she replied softly, "It's because the Empress once said that a servant is a servant. When handing things over to the mistress, one must kneel down until the mistress asks the servants to stand up."

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Yan Hongye swallowed the last two words forcefully and cleared her throat, pretending to be dignified as she said, "Ah, then you don't need to kneel anymore, I … "I, I don't like to see people kneel so low recently, and I still have to lower my head to talk to you guys. If you keep this up for too long, you will easily get cervical spondylosis."

Qingmann raised her head in shock and looked at Yan Hongye with teary eyes. "Empress?"

"Why are you still kneeling? Aren't you going to feed me medicine? "Hurry up, hurry up!" Yan Hongye didn't know how vile the original Consort Yan had been to these palace maids. She didn't dare to treat them too well or forgive them, so she could only coldly reprimand her as she got up.

"Ah, alright, Qingmann will feed the medicine to the Empress!" Qingmann heaved a sigh of relief and stood up to bring the medicine bowl back to the bed.

Yan Hongye was afraid that someone might find out what was wrong with her, so she didn't dare not take the medicine. She was now under the eaves, forcing herself to lower her head and take advantage of the situation.

He was obviously disgusted by the black medicine in the bowl, but he still took a deep breath and opened his mouth to take the medicine juice from Qingmann's spoon.

"Pfft!" As soon as the medicine entered her mouth, before she could swallow it, that thick and bitter medicine instantly spread to her limbs and bones. She bitterly closed her eyes and was about to vomit.

In an instant, a faint dragon's saliva entered her nose and she was gently pulled into the embrace of the bed. The porcelain spoon was taken by the person who brought it into her arms and forced into her mouth, not allowing her to reject the second mouthful of medicine.