No concubine, black-bellied princess

Chapter 242 Lu 4
"The one who is clear is cleared by himself, and the one who argues is true!"

The corner of the white-haired doctor's mouth twitched fiercely.

"You old monk!"

At the foot of the mountain, the fast horse galloped back.

On the horse's back, Nan Yaoze's face was gloomy, and the corners of his mouth were fiercely pursed into a straight line.

The white-haired genius doctor made it clear - she will come back eventually.

She has been lying there for a year, soundless.

Although there is a miracle medicine to support her, how did she wake up?
After waking up, how do you deal with seeing everything in front of you?

He was worried about her, but she no longer needed his worry!
Because she is a queen!

And he is at best a prince!

As early as the moment she married into the Prince's Mansion, she had nothing to do with him!
——"No wonder...it turns out that it was destiny!"

At the gate of the presiding meditation room courtyard, the white-haired genius doctor blurted out, explaining the whole story.

And he didn't realize it until now.

That person had found him early on.

In the end, he spent too much time for no reason, it was just superfluous!

Nan Yaoze's eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist.

The next moment, he flew up the long whip in his hand, raised his hand and flicked it.

"Snapped--"

Crisp sound.

The horse hurts from eating, and the hooves of the feet are blown by the wind.

In a blink of an eye, it goes away, leaving only dust and dust.

in the palace.

Fengyi Palace.

Inside the thick curtain, the beautiful people are like begonias, sleeping soundly.

On the bedside, a one-year-old child in brocade clothes blinked his dark and bright eyes and watched quietly.

After looking at it for a long time, the child babbled something, and then stretched out his hand.

A low cry came from the side, and soon, he held his breath again, lest he would startle the child.

The child didn't realize that the fleshy fingers touched the smooth skin, leaving a few faint traces.

Soon, the traces dissipated, and she was soft and fair again.

The child's eyeballs rolled.

He lowered his head and blew on the beauty's face.

Next to him, there seemed to be sobbing.

The child didn't realize it, and reached out to touch it again.

Muttering in the mouth, it seems that there are syllables overflowing.

"...Mother... Empress..."

The sleeping beauty remained silent.

exposed fingers,
There seemed to be a slight movement.

It seems to be a dream, but also seems to be true.

Or maybe you're just ignorant.

It was like the foam of a mermaid whose legs had been stripped off.

As long as the sun shines, it will be turned into steam without even a trace.

But what is the sound that passed by my ears ignorantly, and seemed to come from thousands of mountains?
There are male voices and female voices.

There are the voices of the elderly, the voices of children, and even the voices of babbling dolls.

So, where is she?

... Who is she?

It seems that in the fog of a dream, unpredictable and strange fragments passed by one after another.

There are boxes that can run on wheels, and steel that almost reaches the sky...

There is the sound of horseshoes, the curtains hang lightly, and there are layers of thick gates and walls...

Some are wearing cool clothes, and some are wearing long-sleeved robes, and the embroidered Zhenlang is dragged directly to the ground...

Scattered, chaotic...

Inexplicable entanglements.

It's just that she struggled for a long time, and she couldn't figure out who she was!
Because of the mist in front of my eyes, I couldn't see anything clearly.

... If you can't see clearly, you can't see clearly!
... If you don't know, you don't know!
...Anyway, it's good that she is like this!

But as soon as this idea came up, she felt a burst of pain somewhere in her body, and even a little cramping pain.

In the ear, the seemingly invisible voice is also turning around.

"……shallow……"

The sound hurt her heart.

The waist and abdomen are throbbing even more.

Her mind was still at a loss, but the pain still made her understand something.

She stared at those fragments tightly, even if she couldn't see clearly, she didn't want to miss the slightest bit.

I don't know how long it took.

Or it has been a long time.

Suddenly, there was a sound of "Peng--".

It was like a loud bang.It's like the veins under your feet are vibrating.

Those blurred and weird scenes in front of my eyes are miraculously clear.

And at a glance, she saw a vague figure in those clips that she couldn't get rid of the most.

...with black hair and black eyes, the delicate and beautiful outline of the facial features, cool and indifferent.

... The beautiful and soul-stirring face is full of enchantment, the corners of the tightly pursed mouth are like cherry blossoms blooming, the straight and white bridge of the nose is extremely beautiful, and those black eyes are even more shining like bright stars.

...Brows are bright, faintly showing warmth, and the already handsome face is like a thin veil of mist.

This person, this person—

All of a sudden, the chaotic fragments became a group, and the voices that she thought were chaotic became clear in her ears.

"boom--"

Like a river breaking its embankment, it came roaring.

Almost at the same time, a huge light burst into the eyes.

——Golden curtain, embroidered with the pattern of phoenix Yufei, the familiar sandalwood seems to linger around the nose.

Even though she didn't see anyone in front of her, she vaguely knew that there should be someone beside her...

She spoke.

"pink--"

Royal Palace.

Yaohua Palace.

The place where the emperor of Yaoguo held a banquet for his ministers.

At this time, the sound of silk and bamboo in the hall, singing and dancing are peaceful.

Hundreds of officials gathered at the bottom.

Among them are Hunan King Nan Yaoze, Commander Tang Shaocong, Situ Kong, Nangong Jue and others.

There are rows on the left and right, and the emperor's concubines sit behind one after another through the bead curtain screen.

In the middle of the throne, Emperor Nan Yaoyu sat firmly on the dragon chair.

The wine smells slowly.

With a smile on his lips, the emperor raised his glass to celebrate with all the courtiers present and concubines in the harem.

The one-year-old child hovering on his lap was babbling and waving his arms, making it even more lively.

However, the dark ink-colored dragon robe is vainly lonely.

But seeing the side of the dragon chair, the phoenix seat... is empty.

Under the desk, Nan Yaoze watched from afar, raised his head and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

He knows that the wine in the glass is sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, and has all the tastes.

But today's wine is even more difficult.

But even so, he still had to get drunk.

Because, today is the day she fell asleep.

Not far away, Tang Shaocong, who also drank the wine in his glass, only glanced at the singing and dancing on the stage, and then fell on the child beside the emperor, his eyes were like mist and dust.

On the other side, Nangong Jue and Situ Kong saw the expressions of certain people, looked at each other, toasted each other, and laughed and chatted with the officials around them.

The singing and dancing soon came to an end.

Afterwards, the concubines came on stage to show off their skills for the prince's birthday.

In the harem, all the concubines competed for beauty, and today, before the officials of the previous dynasty, it was even more important to be concerned about their own face.

First, several beauties presented their calligraphy, painting and embroidery, the emperor was pleased and rewarded.

Then, there was a sudden sound of a zither, softly ringing.

The arena was empty, and the beauties in palace costumes were like ladies born out of dust, with soft hands and melodious tunes swaying out.

Just listening to the zither music, the expressions of most of the officials present gradually changed a little, and even their low voices suddenly stopped.

In the end, some needles could be heard.

The beauties in palace costumes are not aware of it, but they still play frustratingly.

Among all the officials, Xiang Wang Nan Yaoze's gaze was cold.

Tang Shaocong remained silent.

Situ Kong and Nangong Jue frowned slightly, and looked at the expression of the emperor on the high platform while looking at each other.

Nothing could be seen on the emperor's face, but after being around the emperor for a long time, both of them saw the waves in the emperor's eyes.

What the beauty played was none other than "Three Plum Blossom Plays", the empress's favorite work.

This zither music has already been circulated among the people of Yao country, and it is almost a classic of those who play it in the market, and it is probably known that it came from the palace. They are all in this Yaohua Palace.

...Even if the common people know that the queen has been ill in the palace for a long time, but this beauty dares to play this song on the prince's birthday, it is really, bold!

Just one song!

With the final sound of the zither gradually disappearing.

The hall was still silent.

The beauty stood up gracefully, although there was a slight smile on her face, but there was already a slight panic in her eyes, and she knelt down to bow down.

"The concubine wishes the emperor a long live and a thousand years, and wishes the little prince a god!!"

The voice of the beauty Miaomiao turned around in the hall, and on the high platform, the corner of the emperor's mouth was slightly pursed, and he did not speak for a while.

The officials dare not speak, the beauty only feels that her legs and feet are a little weak.

At this time, suddenly there seemed to be laughter, and almost at the same time, crisp applause sounded from the emperor's side.

Everyone raised their heads in unison, seeing the little prince who had been sitting next to the emperor giggling and clapping his palms left and right, looking very happy.

The corner of Nan Yaoyu's lips seemed to have a hook.

He stretched out his hand to hug the little prince,
"Fu'er feels good?"

Fu'er blinked her dark eyes and looked at her father, nodded, "Okay!"

Nannan's voice is like the sounds of nature.

The smile on the corner of Nan Yaoyu's lips burst into bloom.

"reward--"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The beauty kneeling in the hall breathed a sigh of relief, bent down and kowtowed.

All the officials also turned their eyes.

Everyone knows the emperor's love for His Royal Highness Fu'er, and today they saw it with their own eyes.

The beauty got up, and was about to retreat to her seat with the kite in her arms.

He just turned around and listened to the emperor's gentle question on the high platform.

"Xie Shuyi, who asked you to play this Zheng song today?"

Xie Shuyi's face turned pale, and she hurriedly raised her head to look at the emperor on the high platform.

The emperor was lowering his head to peel fruit for His Royal Highness Fu'er, and he didn't seem to take his question seriously, but the words in his mouth already revealed murderous intentions.

"...I didn't think you had the guts to play the queen's song!"

(End of this chapter)