Seven or eight people in the hall ran out of the side hall, and Sheng Xiyan asked Xiao Zhuozi to quickly find the guards to put out the fire.
At this time, the Zhaochun Palace, which was separated by a wall next door, was also in chaos, and two large trees near the wall were on fire extremely fiercely.
The raging fire burned the tree trunks, the sound of branches breaking could be heard continuously, sparks flew everywhere, it was terrifying.
"My lord, hurry, hurry!"
Shen Wanrong was supported by two palace maids as she ran out. When she was going down the stairs, she almost slipped and screamed in fright.
Her face was as pale as paper and her eyes were full of fear.
She was dragged outside the palace gate by several people. She held her stomach in fear, as if she had lost her soul, and muttered to herself: "My child, don't hurt my child..."
Sheng Xiyan stood outside the side hall door of Chuxiu Palace, and saw Shen Wanrong's strange behavior and screams a few meters away, and she felt something was wrong.
Although there were conflicts between the two, as a doctor, she could not turn a blind eye.
She hurriedly told Aunt Zhang and the wet nurse, "Hold the little master well, I'll go see Shen Wanrong."
After saying that, he ran in the direction of Shen Wanrong.
Shen Wanrong was already unconscious, and even pushed the palace maids, not letting them get close to her, and babbled nonsense, "Don't hurt my child, this is a dragon fetus."
Sheng Xiyan called her, "Chen Wanrong, wake up!"
Shen Wanrong was so emotionally agitated that she acted like a madman, stamping her feet and beating her abdomen, behaving abnormally and crazily.
Because she was too excited, she stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the people around her reacted quickly and worked together to support her.
It was very dangerous for her to continue like this, Sheng Xiyan was anxious, and seeing the right moment, she slapped Shen Wanrong hard on the back of the neck.
With this blow, Shen Wanrong's eyes slowly closed, her body gradually lost strength, and she slowly fainted.
Sheng Xiyan immediately instructed everyone: "Be careful and lay her down steadily."
When he took Shen Wanrong's pulse, he was surprised to find a strange pulse pattern.
Startled, he quickly shouted, "Hurry up and ask the imperial physician to come over. It would be best if they could bring a stretcher. Her condition is not good and she might even have bleeding."
Upon hearing this, the palace maids rushed to the Imperial Hospital.
Late at night, the lights in Jingren Palace were brightly on. Xuan Ling had just put down the book in his hand and was about to rest.
Queen Duan was serving her attentively beside her.
Suddenly, there was a rapid and urgent knock on the door outside the hall.
Xuan Ling asked, "Why are you so flustered?"
The guard outside the door said anxiously: "Report to the emperor, there is a fire in the side hall of Chuxiu Palace, and the fire has spread to the side hall of Zhaochun Palace next door!"
Xuan Ling was shocked and immediately got down from the couch, "Come in and explain clearly."
A guard of the imperial army hurried into the hall.
"Are Concubine Sheng and the young master safe?" Xuan Ling asked nervously.
The guard gasped and replied, "Fortunately, the people in the palace discovered it early, and Miss Sheng escaped with her people, but I'm afraid Miss Shen is in a bad condition. The imperial doctors have already rushed over."
Xuan Ling breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll go check it out. Help me change my clothes quickly."
Empress Duan also quickly dressed herself. Xuan Ling turned to her and said, "Empress, you are not feeling well. Please come slowly. I will go over and take a look at the situation first."
"I understand, Your Majesty, please don't worry."
The imperial carriage hurriedly arrived at the side hall door of Chuxiu Palace, only to see chaos there, fire spreading wildly, and guards trying their best to put out the fire.
Xuan Ling hurriedly jumped off the imperial carriage and anxiously looked around for Sheng Xiyan. He walked over quickly and saw her directing the imperial physician and guards to move Shen Wanrong onto the stretcher.
"Be careful, hold her by the waist."
In the dark night, she was wearing a thin jade-colored nightgown, with her long hair falling to her waist like a waterfall. She leaned over and followed to support Shen Wanrong.
Xuan Ling stared at her quietly from behind, and suddenly felt touched, or perhaps an indescribable emotion, in his heart.
Looking closely, I found that she was barefoot, and her snow-white heels looked particularly dazzling on the dark ground, like two of the brightest night pearls in the world.
"Walk slowly and be careful on the stairs."
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