Empress Shen Gongjiao

Chapter 178 Habits Are A Fucking Scary Thing!

Concubine Qi gave a salute, and said bitterly: "Since the emperor has business to do, the concubine will not bother you. It's just that the emperor has to pay attention to his body, don't work too hard, and take a rest earlier. Although the place of Huazhang Palace is small, please do not disturb me." Your majesty, let's just make it difficult for one night..."

Jun Moying gave a faint "Yes": "Go and rest."

When Concubine Qi entered the inner hall, Jun Moying lifted the corner of her robe and sat down in front of the desk, a dark light fainted in her deep phoenix eyes.

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The candles in Fengyang Palace were shining brightly, and it was already late at night, but the people in the inner hall were still tossing and turning on the bed and did not fall asleep.

Feng Qian looked at the wind chime hanging beside the bed, her little face was dimly illuminated by the smoldering candlelight.

I don't know if it's her illusion, but the bed seems to be extraordinarily cold today, even though there is still a heater in the room, and the thick quilt is wrapped around her body, her feet are still so cold that there is no warmth at all.

At this moment, there is only one sentence that can describe her state of mind—habit is a fucking terrible thing!

Feng Qian took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and forced herself to sleep.

In this world, there is no habit that cannot be broken, only demons that cannot be broken.

After rolling on the bed for a while, she suddenly sat up, pulled a robe around her body, kicked her embroidered shoes and ran to the table to drink water.

Picking up the teapot and pouring a few sips directly into her mouth, Feng Qian barely choked on the cold tea all the way from her mouth to her heart, making her shiver from the cold.

"Your Majesty, are you still awake?" Lin Lang, the palace maid who was watching the night outside, heard the movement, afraid that she might need something, so she came in and asked her.

Feng Qian waved her hand in a daze: "I'll get up and have a drink of water, don't worry about me."

As soon as the words fell, there was a "boom"—the stove was kicked over by her, and she squatted down in pain to cover her feet in pain.

Lin Lang was startled, and quickly ran to her side: "Your Majesty, how are you? Is there anything wrong? Let the servants take a look."

Feng Qian endured the pain, swallowed, grinned and said, "I'm fine, help me to lie on the bed."

"Yes." Lin Lang hurriedly did as she said, and finally helped the limping Feng Qian back to the bed, and hurried out to find someone to clean up the mess on the ground.

Feng Qian was ashamed, annoyed and ashamed that there was such a big commotion in the middle of the night. Seeing that Dongyang had also come, she asked her to reward these people well.

It's just that I didn't expect that Dongyang would come back after explaining everything.

"Is your mother okay?" Dongyang looked at her worriedly.

Feng Qian shrugged: "It was quite painful when I kicked it, but it's fine now. Don't worry, you'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow."

Dongyang knew that the master was pretending to be stupid. How could such a clear-minded person not know what he was talking about?
But the master didn't want to say, and she couldn't force her as a slave, so she just shut up and didn't continue this topic.

"If the empress wants to drink water again later, she will send the servants to come in, don't get up by yourself, it's too cold to panic."

"En, I know." Feng Qian didn't think it was necessary to call someone in for a drink of water, but seeing that the girl was so serious, she had no choice but to nod in agreement in order to reassure her.

When Dongyang went out, he still frowned slightly.

At first she didn't know that the emperor was going to Huazhang Palace tonight, and she couldn't make it in time only when the emperor was busy with official duties.But after asking other people, it turned out that Eunuch An from Longyin Palace had been here, and that was what he was talking about.

No wonder the master has been not quite right since dinner.

Dongyang sighed, and only hoped that the emperor would come tomorrow to comfort and comfort the master, so that this matter can be over quickly.

(End of this chapter)