C16 Lodging Phoenix-nest Palace

After examining her seriously for a while, Imperial Doctor Liu stood up and reported to Duanmu Jue, "Reporting to Your Majesty, Empress has collapsed from exhaustion and overthinking. She is fine, as long as we open up a prescription, the Empress will be able to recover from her illness!"

"Go down!" He had already seen that regretful expression before, as if every time when she was quiet, he would find a trace of pain in her eyes. It was as if every time she was calm, she would find a trace of pain in her eyes, and it had become a temperament that she was born with. But what exactly was that hatred? Duanmu Jue couldn't figure it out.

If she truly hated him, then he should've taken revenge on her. There was no need for her to hide from him, but if she didn't hate him, then why would she have all these emotions in her heart? Duanmu Jue was extremely worried. Somehow, he raised his hand and touched the seams of her tightly closed eyes — they were so long, and also had thick, raised eyelashes, like a small fan.

"Your Majesty, the honorable room has brought the plaque over!" Outside the curtain, Guan Mi lowered his voice and sent a message to the inside. The shadow suddenly saw Duanmu Jue sitting on the bed and staring at Empress Murong.

"Rest at the Fenglin Palace tonight." After a while, Duanmu Jue's voice came from inside. Liu Tie bowed and left, then sent Wu Tie, who was the guest room's signboard, away.

She remembered that the one who had gone black was Duanmu Jue's face. He had supported himself up and was still sitting in front of Duanmu Jue. If everything was a nightmare, then it would be great, and she wouldn't need to see his face again.

"Your Majesty …" Murong still wanted to stand up and greet him, but Duanmu Jue stopped her and said: "Lie down and rest!"

"Thank you, your majesty!" Murong Yi leaned against the pillow and half laid on the bed. He watched Duanmu Jue take a jade bowl from Qing Xue's hands and gently blow the black medicinal juice inside to feed it to his mouth. Murong Mo Ran drank it and the taste was bitter, but not as bitter as her heart.

"There's going to be an election for beautiful women in a few days, it's a complicated affair. If you can't manage it by yourself, you can get Imperial Consort De and the empress dowager to help. Don't tire yourself out too much!" Duanmu Jue thought that the imperial physician's words were due to the election of a beautiful girl, so he comforted her. In fact, he didn't want to leave the matter of the talent show in the hands of Imperial Consort De or Mrs. Wong. That way, the previous dynasty's situation would be unbalanced.

"Chenqie has always been like this, causing His Majesty to worry. As for the talent show, Sister Imperial Consort De has been helping chenqie control it. Your Majesty, rest assured!"

Duanmu Jue slowly fed the juice into her mouth. You could smell how bitter it was from the smell, but she didn't even bat an eyelid as she gulped it down, "Honey water!" He lost first and had Qing Xue bring the honey water over, feeding it to her little by little.

Only then did she realize that it was already late at night. "Your Majesty, it's late at night, and I'm afraid that chenqie won't be able to attend to Your Majesty due to her weak body. Please stay in the palace of your other concubines, Your Majesty."

"It's already so late and we're not going anywhere. Qing Xue, come and help me change!" As Duanmu Jue spoke, he unbuckled his belt. Murong got off the bed and motioned for Qing Xue to step down before kneeling down and unbuckling his belt.

When she took off her clothes, a scented sachet impressively fell onto the ground. It was a precious blue satin mask with a cute little white dog embroidered on it. Its young and tender appearance was pleasing to the eye. Murong raised his head and looked at Duanmu Jue in shock. He was also slightly startled as he looked at her pair of beautiful eyes.

"This embroidered bag …" Why is it with His Majesty? " Murong Nichang asked even though she knew the answer.

"I found it in the imperial garden. I think it's quite good!" With an ice-cold tone, he took the embroidered bag from her hand and threw it aside together with his clothes.

You think that the embroidery process is pretty good? Murong Nichang sneered in her heart. She was a dignified emperor who had never seen any good embroidery workers. How could she care about such an embroidered bag? It was obvious that she was lustful. It seemed like her thoughts that night weren't in vain!

Murong He intentionally pretended to be pitiful as he unknowingly said, "Speaking of which, Your Majesty might not believe me. That embroidered bag was dropped by chenqie, and it was originally near the Qiujia rack in the little garden. I didn't expect it to be in Your Majesty's hands, but it wasn't lost in the end.

She had personally embroidered it, no wonder the fragrance of the spices in the embroidered bag was exactly the same as her body. While Duanmu Jue was still in a daze, Murong Fu said: "Chenqie will change clothes.

Murong used Jasmine's rouge to clean his body a few times, then changed into a water jade-green nightgown. His long hair was casually tossed behind him, and he took off his brocade ring. The person in the mirror once again looked like the woman from the moon.

When she appeared again, Duanmu Jue was already staring at her dumbfoundedly, but Murong didn't seem to be aware of his amazement. He got off the bed and didn't lift his head to look at her face until she was adjusting the blanket and placed her hands under her chin. When they looked at each other, Murong Wei's eyes blinked a few times and rippled like a dragonfly touching the water.

Her skin was exquisite and smooth, making Duanmu Jue feel lighter and lighter, as he was afraid of leaving any traces on her skin. Murong raised his hand and grabbed onto the hand that was on Murong Nichang's neck and shoulders.

She lay in his arms, looking up at Duanmu Jue's eyes that were like the dark night. The fragrance of the dragon's saliva had already filled the entire room, and red candles were flickering outside the layers of Xiluo curtains. Murong closed his eyes as he bent down to kiss her …

Murong Ju's hands were clenched as he laid there with his eyes wide open, listening to his gentle breathing. Following the rhythm, she seemed to recall the past and the intimate moments that she had with him, she could not keep hanging on to Duanmu Jue like this for the general election for the ladies' election that was going to happen in the next few days, she could not force her to accept Duanmu Jue as a pet as soon as possible. Once a new person entered the palace, the many pads she had laid down were all useless, after all — she only heard the new person laugh, and did not hear the old person's tears.

She was in urgent need of a breeze to cool down her heart, and she sat on the threshold of the outer hall while wearing her shoes. The palace maid Servant, who was on night watch, was sent away by her, as she leaned on the vermillion door to look at the silver plate in the sky. Murong suddenly thought of the many nights she had been confined to Fenglin Palace in her previous life, and she was the same person who sat there.

"Silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light small fan pounced on the firefly. Heaven Stage Night is as cold as water. Mu Rong Wei was an enemy of his previous life, and in this life, he had to be eliminated quickly or else there would be endless trouble for him in the future. Zhao Zhiyan — Imperial Consort Shu was one of the few women that was eliminated by Imperial Consort Shu, but she wasn't as obedient as Mu Rong Wei. In this life, he might be able to use her to deal with Imperial Consort Shu, Meng Aiqing — her potential chess piece, but at this moment, the opportunity was still not ripe yet.

The road in front of him was filled with dragons, pools, and tigers, and behind him was a hundred thousand foot high cliff. Murong's heart suddenly chilled, "Empress, it's already deep in the night. Why are you still sitting here?" Unknowingly, Qing Xue had approached her and draped her cloak over her shoulders. Her tone was tinged with rebuke.

Looking at Qing Xue, Murong Rong's heart became firmer and firmer. She had to protect the people around her well: Murong Clan, Mann Xue, Nanny Rui, Qing Xue, and even herself … Even if it was a dragon's lagoon or tiger's den, she would not allow such a tragedy to happen again!

Qing Xue was a bit confused by the decisiveness in Murong Yu's eyes. She thought that the Queen was scared when she slept for the first time, so she sat down next to her without caring about her status and hugged Murong Li to comfort him. Murong Li held her hand tightly as if they were living together in this palace.