Raising a Dog is Better than Palace Fight Chapter 47

Chapter 47 Waiting for illness (3)

　　After blowing until his cheeks hurt, the man whispered, "That's enough." Meng Sangyu, as if she had been granted amnesty, quickly and carefully let go of the cloth blocking the man's wound. The bleeding had stopped, and the open wound looked very hideous. She picked up the golden sore medicine, spread the powder evenly on it, and finally replaced it with a clean cloth strip.

　　After doing all this, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

　　At this moment, Chang Xi came in with a bowl of hot soup and half-kneeled to present the bowl of medicine to his master.

　　Meng Sangyu raised his eyes, and his eyes wandered over his Adam's apple, which was covered by his clothes but still half exposed, clearly visible. Since Chang Xi is fake, then this emperor must be real. As for why he had frequent convulsions, she was unable to delve into it, and just wanted to end today's service as soon as possible.

　　Emperor Wu of Zhou sent Chang Xi aside, took off his coat, lay half on the dragon couch, and waved to the woman, "I'm tired. My beloved, please feed me some medicine."

　　Tired of you sister! The villain in Meng Sangyu raised his middle finger gracefully, walked to the couch and picked up the hot soup.

　　"Your Majesty, the medicine is very hot. I will help you blow it." She smiled softly, pouted her pink mouth, and exhaled into the spoon. The man's burning eyes were fixed on her lips and couldn't move away. She lowered her eyes, and a flash of light quickly flashed in her eyes. At the same time, with a flick of her fingertips, the whole bowl of medicine was poured onto her thick brocade robe very naturally and simply.

　　"Sang Yu, are you permed?" Emperor Zhou Wu quickly pulled her aside and pulled open her sleeves to check. The snow-white wrist was already red and looked very scary. If Chang Xi wasn't there, he would have liked to lift up her skirt and take a closer look.

　　"I made a mistake for a moment. I didn't mean it. Please forgive me, Your Majesty!" She frowned, her face turned pale, and she knelt beside Emperor Zhou Wu's bed and kowtowed. Her little face was full of fear, but in her heart she was thinking " I was secretly surprised by the word "mulberry". When did she become so close to this person that they could call him by his first name? Why doesn't she remember?

　　"You..." Why did you deliberately hurt yourself? ! Emperor Zhou Wu frowned with thick eyebrows and his voice was cold and deep. As soon as he uttered a word, he saw her soaked skirt and red wrists and swallowed the unfinished words back in his stomach.

　　"Go back and change your clothes quickly. Be careful of getting sick. I will ask Dr. Du to take a look." He pulled the woman up with force. When he saw her, she immediately took two steps back and opened the distance between them. His dark eyes became even darker. .

　　"Thank you, Your Majesty." Meng Sangyu curtsied and saluted, pulled the wet hem of her skirt and walked out. When she saw the silver green and clear water waiting outside the palace, she suddenly felt like she was surviving a disaster. An emperor with convulsions is ten thousand times more difficult to deal with than a ruthless emperor!

　　After the woman's back completely disappeared, Emperor Zhou Wu slowly withdrew his gaze, with an extremely bitter smile on his face.

　　"What did I do wrong? She wanted to hurt herself intentionally just to get rid of me as soon as possible?" He looked at Chang Xi who was standing quietly in a corner of the hall.

　　Although Chang Xi was not a eunuch, he was still a secret guard who did not like women. He was stunned and said with cupped hands, "Your Majesty has done a good job..." He choked up at this point and didn't know how to say it.

　　"You did a good job?" Emperor Wu of Zhou leaned back on the dragon bed and murmured to himself. After a while, he hammered the bed hard and suddenly said, "I know, it's because I treated her so well that she was so anxious. Get rid of me! She must think that I am fake!" After saying this, he showed a dumbfounded expression, and the bitterness in his heart became even stronger.

　　If you are too good to Concubine De, Concubine De will think you are fake? Then how badly did you have to treat her before? Chang Xi retreated to a corner and thought to himself.

　　In the Bixiao Palace, Meng Sangyu had just stepped through the palace gate, and Doctor Du arrived on the back. Seeing that the wound was only slightly red and not serious, he gave him a bottle of burn ointment and explained many precautions before leaving in a hurry. The emperor is still waiting for him to return to Qianqing Palace to answer his orders.

　　"Your Majesty, I will give you some ointment." Nanny Feng took her master's hand with a distressed look on her face, picked up a handful of ointment and applied it carefully.

　　"Your Majesty, is your Majesty a fake? Did you intentionally injure yourself just to escape?" Yincui rolled her eyes and guessed in a low voice.

　　"No, it's true. I've probably been in a coma for too long, and my memory is a little confused. I'll recover as time goes by." Meng Sangyu rubbed his forehead, and could only use this reason to explain Emperor Zhou Wu's convulsions today.

　　"Is it true? That's good, that's good!" Grandma Feng bowed to the sky, grabbed the hem of her master's clothes, and said anxiously, "My queen, please go and beg the emperor to send more people to find the Duke. Well, it’s been seven or eight days, and the Duke’s life or death is still uncertain.”

　　"I'll go in the afternoon." Meng Sangyu nodded, his face showing a bit of solemnity. There has been no news about my father, so he must still be alive. The emperor is an emperor after all. Even if he is almost seized from power, once he comes back, the power he can control is still extremely terrifying. If he has the help of his secret guards, the chance of finding his father will be greater. In this case, he will have to sell some sex in the afternoon.

　　Thinking of this, she wiped off the makeup on her face bit by bit, washed briefly and prepared to take a beauty sleep, so that she could have enough energy to deal with Emperor Tongfeng.

　　At this moment, a medical woman walked out of the hall, holding a bowl of decoction with white mist in her hand.

　　"Why, why do you still need to take medicine?" Grandma Feng's face turned pale. No need to ask, this emperor must be real!

　　The medical woman just smiled, knelt down in front of Meng Sangyu, raised the medicine bowl with both hands, and said respectfully, "Please drink the medicine, my queen."

　　"My dear, please don't..." Nanny Feng stretched out her hand to stop her, but Meng Sangyu had already picked up the medicine bowl, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp. At this time, Nanny Feng missed Abao very much. That ghost must have a way to knock over the medicine bowl. It's a pity that the empress is determined not to allow them to look for her again.

　　"Go down." Handing the medicine bowl back, Meng Sangyu waved. Don't think that she didn't see the doctor woman's staring eyes. If she didn't drink the medicine obediently, there might be ten or eight bowls waiting for her later. That's fine, she doesn't want that man's child at all. Without children, she only has to fight for herself for half her life, and she can be at ease in the second half of her life and watch others fight. But with children, she has to spend the rest of her life with her children. fight. When will these days end? She is already too tired!

　　"Your Majesty..." With tears in her eyes, Nanny Feng circled around her master. Seeing that most of his health has been restored, and now it is ruined, how can the emperor be so cruel?

　　"It's okay, I'm more comfortable alone." Meng Sangyu smiled faintly, letting the stern-faced Yincui and Bishui help her tidy up her black hair, then lazily nestled into the warm quilt, touched her head to the pillow, and breathed It soon smoothed out. If she is troubled and entangled in everything, don't even think about having a good life in this palace. She will not let herself become a fool with a dark mind and suffer all day long. When people cannot resist life, the only thing they can do is to adapt to life and try to make themselves live a better life.

　　After sleeping for half an hour, Bi Shui woke her up on time. It was time to go to Qianqing Palace to attend to the illness.

　　Pulling her hair into a loose pony bun, inserting a gold-plated jade pendant on the side of her temple, she opened the bottles and jars in front of her. Meng Sangyu stroked the corners of her lips and covered them one by one. Since the emperor liked it, she stopped painting. Now she is the only one of the high-ranking concubines in the palace who is innocent, so it is understandable that the emperor would be more enthusiastic about her. She took this opportunity to rescue her father. Besides, there will be a new beautiful girl entering the palace next year, and she doesn't know who is crossing whose river or who is demolishing whose bridge.

　　With a smile on her lips, she only put a little ointment on her face, put a drop of condensation on her lips, and then left for the Qianqing Palace with a bare face. The biting cold wind soon turned her fair and transparent face slightly red.

　　Seventeen years old is the age of a flower. The girl swaying in the headwind beat the frost against the snow, with bright eyes and white teeth, like a blooming white plum. Emperor Zhou Wu stood at the gate of the palace and looked out with his hands behind his hands. When he saw the beautiful figure gradually approaching, his dark eyes shone slightly.

　　Walking back to the main hall, he spread out a piece of tissue paper and ordered in a deep voice to Chang Xi, who was standing by the table, "Grind the ink for me."

　　"Your Majesty, your shoulder injury has not healed yet. If you want to practice calligraphy, you should wait until the injury heals." Chang Xi quickly dissuaded him respectfully.

　　"Nothing, just writing a few words." He waved his hand and stood quietly for a moment. When he heard the woman's gentle footsteps getting closer and closer, he picked up Howling Wolf and started writing on the silk paper.

　　When Meng Sangyu came in, he saw Emperor Zhou Wu who was concentrating on practicing calligraphy at the royal table. The man's thick eyebrows that flew into his temples were slightly frowned, his slightly cool lips were pressed into a straight line, and his concentrated expression made his already handsome face even more charming. This is undoubtedly a very attractive man, and he also has the most supreme power in the world. No wonder so many women in the palace desire, live, and die for him.

　　With clear eyes and a standard smile on her face, she walked over and stood next to the man, looking at the tissue paper on the table. The pen moves like a dragon, and each domineering cursive calligraphy appears on the paper. A cold wind of king blows towards your face, which is impressive. This is the handwriting that uniquely belongs to Emperor Wu of Zhou. Ordinary people can only imitate its shape, but it is difficult to imitate its spirit.

　　It's true! Meng Sangyu's eyes flashed slightly, he took Chang Xi's ink stick and polished the ink for the man himself.

　　As soon as she made a move, Emperor Zhou Wu seemed to have just noticed her. He immediately put down his howl and naturally lifted up her sleeves. He checked her burned wrists and saw that the red spots had subsided and the cold and hard facial lines softened immediately. As expected, Sang Yu is still measured and will never harm herself for the sake of others, which is good.

　　"Sang Yu, you're here. What do you think of the words "I"?" He pinched her green-white fingertips and pointed towards the silk paper, thinking to himself: If you can't recognize the person, you should know the words.

　　"I have met the emperor." Meng Sangyu wanted to kneel down and salute, but the man pulled her up vigorously and naturally held her in his arms. The hot and blazing male breath filled her nose. Not interested in exploring the man's sudden change of title, she smiled and said softly, "The emperor's calligraphy is naturally excellent."

　　"Don't be perfunctory with me." The man's slightly warm thin lips were close to her ear, and his deep and deep voice struck her eardrums, causing a shuddering feeling. The thick ambiguous atmosphere stuck their bodies together, as well as the surrounding air.

　　The tips of Meng Sangyu's ears twitched slightly, and the fake smile on his face became even brighter, "The emperor also knows that I am not good at writing. If you really want me to tell you one, two, three, isn't the emperor just making things difficult for me?"

　　"Ignorant of writing?" Emperor Wu of Zhou murmured these words while caressing her delicate cheek, his dark eyes flashing with an unknown light.

　　Meng Sangyu felt that half of his face was going numb.

　　"If you don't know it, don't know it. I'll teach you." He suddenly laughed, with a hint of scorn in his laughter. He lowered his head and placed a kiss on the side of the woman's unpainted face, and finally licked it gently with the tip of his tongue. For a moment, it seemed to be very delicious.

- Extracting MTL from raw by Du Xian'er (Poison❀Fairy) -

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