Chapter 153: Stealing the Dragon and the Phoenix 1
"Zhao'er!"
Song Zhao was lying quietly on the couch.
But after hearing Xiao Jingheng's call outside the door, his face suddenly turned ugly.
She held her lower abdomen tightly, moaning in pain.
"emperor......"
"What do you think?"
Xiao Jingheng quickly walked forward and sat on the edge of Song Zhao's couch, tightly holding her sweaty hand.
You can see that he was very nervous, and even his face was covered with a thin layer of blue.
"My stomach hurts so much..." Song Zhao said this in a low voice, then clenched her teeth and tried her best to endure the pain.
The humming from her nose was like dense needles, piercing Xiao Jingheng's heart again and again.
He held Song Zhao's hand tightly and tightly, "Don't be afraid, I'm with you, you will be fine. The doctor will be here soon, just bear with it."
Almost at the same time as he finished speaking, Xiao Yinzi came over panting, pulling Chu Yuanpan.
Xiao Jingheng didn't even allow Judge Chu to catch his breath, and he made half of his body space available, urging him to quickly check Song Zhao's pulse.
Judge Chu half-knelt in front of the couch, took out a silk handkerchief and placed it on Song Zhao's wrist, then carefully felt her pulse.
But it's strange,
Song Zhao's pulse was obviously disproportionate to the pain she showed.
Judging from his pulse, Song Zhao is fine and in good health.
But she looked painful and kept shouting that she had unbearable abdominal pain?
This put Judge Chu in a difficult position.
He couldn't say that Song Zhao was pretending. After all, when a person is in extreme fear after being frightened, the body will also experience phantom pain.
So he first calmed Song Zhao down and said:
"Your Majesty, please rest assured. I have examined you and your pulse is fine. The heir to the throne is safe and sound."
Hearing this, Song Zhao hadn't said anything yet.
But she clearly heard someone beside her breathe a sigh of relief.
She knew without even raising her eyes that the person who vented this anger must be Xiao Jingheng.
He was heard asking Judge Chu, "Why does Concubine Yi still feel unbearable abdominal pain?"
Judge Chu said, "Perhaps the Empress was frightened when the sedan chair fell, or maybe she bumped into something. It's not a big problem. I will prescribe a dose of tranquilizing medicine for the Empress, and boil some medicine for the pregnancy. After taking it, you can rest assured."
After hearing this, Song Zhao's frown relaxed slightly.
She tightened her belly even more and sighed with lingering fear.
"Anyway, as long as the child is okay..."
Doctor Chu bowed and left, and went to explain the prescription to the palace maid.
Xiao Jingheng sat down next to Song Zhao again, glanced at Xiao Fuzi angrily, and shouted:
"How do you get a job as an errand boy!?"
Xiao Fuzi was so frightened that she dropped her knees to the ground, trembling as she said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me... Every day when we go from Changle Palace to Chaoyang Palace, we have to pass by the southbound corridor, but today, for some reason, there were oil stains on the corridor. The palace servants carrying the sedan chair slipped without paying attention, and that scared the queen."
As he spoke, he banged his forehead against the ground, his head almost breaking, and then he choked and said:
"Fortunately, the queen is fine. If anything happened to the queen and the heir, I would be guilty even if I died a thousand times!"
Xiao Jingheng had heard Xiao Yinzi tell him why Song Zhao's sedan chair fell before he came.
At this moment, his eyes were as bright as torches, and he was speculating in his heart,
Anyone could see that this was not an accident, but someone was deliberately plotting against Song Zhao.
After a moment's silence, he said solemnly:
"Jiang Deshun, take your men to check and see how the oil stains got onto the corridor. Also, drag away the palace servants who carried the sedan chair today and have them all beaten to death!"
"Your Majesty." Song Zhao held Xiao Jingheng's arm and said in a delicate voice, "I was not hurt at all. The palace servants who carried the sedan chair did not mean to do it. I am pregnant and cannot bear to see blood. Your Majesty should give them a lighter sentence, please."
Xiao Jingheng was silent for a while, then he changed the subject, "Since Zhao'er pleaded for them, I will let them off the hook. Each of them will receive twenty strokes of the cane and be sent to serve in the Xinzheku. In the future, these fools will no longer be allowed to serve the master!"
After saying this, he lowered his eyes and glanced at Xiao Fuzi who was still kowtowing, and said coldly:
"Get up now. How can you take care of your wife if your head is bruised?"
"I thank the Emperor for his grace and the Empress for her kindness."
Xiao Fuzi wiped her tears and stood up. She wanted to wait on Song Zhao, but she heard Song Zhao say:
"Your head is broken and bleeding so much, how can you still serve me? Go down and clean it up."
Xiao Fuzi choked up and responded, then bowed and took his leave.
After he left, Song Zhao leaned in Xiao Jingheng's arms, shaking uncontrollably.
"Your Majesty...Did someone want to harm me today?"
Xiao Jingheng did not answer her directly.
Instead, he put his arm around her shoulders, gently stroked her collarbone with his fingertips, and said in a gentle and comforting voice:
"Don't worry. With me here, no one dares to harm you."
"I am really nervous." Song Zhao grabbed Xiao Jingheng's hand and placed it on her chest naturally, letting Xiao Jingheng feel the rise and fall of her chest. She also dropped her hot tears on the back of his hand.
"The fall of the sedan just now was extremely dangerous. My mind went blank. I was afraid that the heir to the throne would be harmed. I felt ashamed of the kindness that the emperor had shown me."
"Silly girl, you're just talking nonsense." Xiao Jingheng nodded slightly, his chin resting on Song Zhao's forehead, his tone almost tender.
"Compared to the safety of the heir, I am more worried about you."
Song Zhao was very moved and moved closer to Xiao Jingheng's arms.
Although she acted in a pretentious manner, it did not affect her clear mind.
She also heard Xiao Jingheng's sigh of relief when he heard that the heir to the throne was safe.
So, the emperor's sweet words should just be ignored.
It would be truly sad if anyone really believed it.
*
After leaving the bedroom, Xiao Fuzi simply treated the wound on his forehead and hurried to the veranda in the southeast corner of Changle Palace.
I opened the door and saw Yunshan sitting on the bed.
She took off her shoes and socks and seemed to be examining the redness and swelling on her ankle.
Seeing this, Xiao Fuzi immediately turned away. Yunshan blushed with shame and hurriedly pulled the quilt over her legs.
"Why are you here? Did the queen get it done?"
"Well, the emperor is very compassionate and is accompanying the master at this moment."
Little Fuzi was like a piece of wood, standing there motionless with his back to Yunshan and facing the closed door of the veranda room, as if he was facing a wall to reflect on his mistakes.
Yunshan was amused by his silly look.
"Puchi~ You look like a piece of wood. I'll cover you with the quilt, turn around and talk to me."
Xiao Fuzi then turned around and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
"How are you? I didn't expect the sedan to shake so violently just now. It scared me. Are you okay?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com