"Ha ha ha ha!"
Seeing the man standing up with trembling legs, struggling to go out, the difficult steps, the staggering back, and the grinning smile that was going crazy, "Shame! It's too shameful!"
Shaoyin also laughed.
When he went to the court with this appearance, wouldn't he think that he was stable and wouldn't be seen by others
That's really treating Manchu Wenwu as a fool.
It was actually worse than she thought.
Luo Xuanmo didn't just look too indulgent, it was very unseemly. He didn't have much rest all night, he was not concentrated enough, and his brain reaction was obviously slower than usual.
The most ridiculous thing is that for a while, the minister called him three times before he heard him.
"The royal family has lost all face!" Shaoyin said in disgust when she heard Huihui's broadcast.
The next thing didn't need to be ordered by Shaoyin, it was done in a hurry.
Whenever Luo Xuanmo went to pamper other concubines and wanted to regain the lost land, Huihui would drug him.
But when he was hit, doubted his life, and wanted to pamper Shen Xuexi, it stopped.
After coming down several times, Luo Xuanmo understood.
He could only show off to Shen Xuexi.
"Hmph." Seeing that Luo Xuanmo had reduced his visits to other concubines' palaces and began to favor Shen Xuexi exclusively, he couldn't tell whether he was angry or relieved, "He's so disgusting!"
Although the hope of completing the task is already slim, if the relationship between the hero and heroine does not collapse, Hui Hui feels that there is still a glimmer of life.
It watched the love between the hero and the heroine, and stopped reporting to Shaoyin.
Although it is a system, it is an intelligent life, and it knows that this kind of thing will hurt Shaoyin as cannon fodder.
Did Luo Xuanmo really dote on Shen Xuexi and love her deeply
Huihui couldn't see it, but Shaoyin knew the answer without thinking about it—no.
She guessed right.
In the dead of night, when no one disturbed him, Luo Xuanmo looked at Shen Xuexi, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, with complicated eyes.
Fear and disgust are far greater than affection.
"What did you do to me?" he murmured.
He can only have sex with her.
None of the more than thirty concubines could do.
He didn't think it was proof that he and Shen Xuexi were a natural match, he only suspected that she had played a trick on him.
Before he figured out what was going on, he couldn't act rashly, lest he suffer more.
But it's not in his character to just sit and wait.
One day, Luo Xuanmo called Xi'er, and said kindly, "Have you been to Qin Palace recently?"
Xier shook her head: "No."
Ever since Luo Xuanmo forcibly imposed the ban last time, he had not been out of the palace since he pleaded guilty to Qin Wang's uncle.
"Uncle Qin treats you well. Although you don't practice martial arts with him anymore, don't forget that he is." Luo Xuanmo said, "He taught you, you need to remember this friendship. How about it, some time ago At that time, a lot of tribute fruits were brought in, you pick some and send them to Uncle Qin Wang."
Xi'er was a little surprised, but he was still very happy to be able to go out of the palace to meet Qin Wang's uncle: "Yes, father!"
"Yeah." Luo Xuanmo nodded, then coughed a few times, covered his cup with his teacup, and said in a tired voice: "I have been in poor health, and the imperial physicians in the palace couldn't figure out the reason. I heard that Master Shanxin's medical skills are amazing. , since you are leaving the palace, you might as well invite him for me."
Xier paused.
A subtle feeling hit my heart.
He is already eight years old, and he will be nine years old during the Chinese New Year, not a three-year-old.
The emperor used him so much, could it be that he didn't notice it
"Yes." He bowed his head and said, "I will try my best to invite you."
Luo Xuanmo nodded approvingly: "I am waiting for your filial piety."
The implication is that if Master Shanxin is not invited, he will be unfilial.
Xier felt a chill in her heart.
He couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the thin and pale man sitting on the dragon chair. His eyes are black and blue, his eyeballs are bloodshot, and his expression is gloomy, completely lacking in the bright, kind, and elegant demeanor of his father back then.
He was momentarily at a loss.
Can a person really be this bad
He couldn't help but suspect that he was a ghost.
Before leaving the palace, he hesitated again and again, and finally went to Jianing Palace.
"Are you going to Prince Qin's mansion?" Shaoyin could easily coax out what her son didn't want to say. After thinking about it, she chuckled and said, "Since your father wants to see your filial piety, then you can show him. One day If you don’t invite Master Shanxin, you will stay in Qingtai Temple for a day.”
Xi'er was stunned, and looked up at her: "Mother?!"
"It's okay." Shaoyin smiled softly, "When you don't come back in the evening, I will ask someone to send you the books you read every day."
Without waiting for him to say anything, she leaned over and hugged him, and said in a low voice: "This palace is a mess, if possible, the queen mother hopes that you can go out and hide for a while."
After a pause, "It's better to hide until you grow up."
Xi'er's eyes immediately became moist, she hugged her waist back, choked up and shook her head: "No, I won't hide, I want to stay with the queen mother."
He wants to guard his mother and not allow others to bully her.
"Good boy." Shaoyin hugged him, "The queen mother is not weak, you should know that it is not easy for others to bully me."
She told him: "You go out to study at ease, and remember to ask your Qin Wang uncle to send some people to protect you. You are well, and the queen mother is also well in the palace. Let's take care of each other, shall we?"
Xi'er vaguely felt that the queen mother seemed to be doing something.
He didn't know what she was going to do, but he knew he probably couldn't help.
"Okay." He nodded, his tear-filled eyes became clearer, "I will take care of it."
Since he can't help, at least he can't hold back his mother.
After hugging his mother for a while, he withdrew his hands and turned to leave.
Shaoyin looked at his back as he left. The young man was like a green pine that had just grown up. Although he was handsome and straight, he was not strong.
She thought about it, quickly tore a piece of paper, and quickly wrote down a sentence: "Take care of Xi'er for me."
The handwriting is domineering and domineering, piercing through the back of the paper, completely different from her usual handwriting and reviewing memorials.
"You escort Xi'er out of the palace." She folded the note casually and handed it to Lu Rong, "This is for King Qin."
Lu Rong took it: "Yes, master."
Xi'er didn't come back that day, and had to stay at Qingtai Temple.
In the evening, Luo Xuanmo knew the news, raised his brows, and put it behind him.
This son was a fool. If he asked him to ask for help, he asked for it himself, but he didn't know to ask the king of Qin for help.
He was a little displeased, but when he thought that he had given up on him and was about to have another child, he didn't take it to heart.
He suspected that he could not lift because of his weakness. Anyway, political affairs were like that, so he simply let go and began to recuperate his body.
"You can stop taking the medicine for him." Shaoyin said to Hui Hui, "If he wants to pamper the concubine, let him go."
"Why?" Hui Hui asked.
"I thought about it, but forget it, it's not worth spending grade points on him."
As soon as Huihui was reminded by her, she immediately went to check her balance, and was stunned when she saw a bright red negative balance.
"ah-"
After a while, it screamed: "Why didn't you say it earlier!!"
Shaoyin coaxed it for a while, and then said: "Don't be sad, I will show you a good show."
Another good show started.
On this day, Luo Xuanmo mustered up his courage, drank a cup of aphrodisiac tea, and then went to Liang Concubine's room.
It can be done, but for a very short time.
Luo Xuanmo felt as if he had received a blow to the head, and he was completely stunned.
He is only twenty-seven years old this year, and he is in the best years of his life. Not to mention the seven daughters of Yeyu, at least it is easy to handle a weak woman so that she can't lift a finger.
However, the reality is cruel.
The most basic pride of a man was eclipsed, and he was hit hard.
It's fine if his ability to be an emperor isn't recognized, but he doesn't even know about the bed...
He became more and more uncertain, and lost his temper whenever something went wrong.
The attendants were all trembling. When serving in front of them, everyone dared not show their atmosphere.
Looking at them like this, Luo Xuanmo finally felt somewhat comforted.
He didn't know how bad his image was in the eyes of others.
As for Luo Xuanmo in the past, because he pretended well, he could be called a good emperor who is wise and martial, diligent and caring for the people, a good man who is affectionate to the queen, and he is also a fair and just emperor in the eyes of the concubines in the harem.
But now? He is not as good as the empress every day, and he treats the palace servants very harshly, and he has no demeanor in the past.
Especially his appearance, due to lack of recuperation, the whole person is very thin, and the newly made dragon robe has been worn on his body for less than half a month, and it is a bit empty again. His sharp bones propped up the dragon robe, so sharp that it seemed to be pierced.
But he didn't know how to restrain himself, his kidney yang was lost too much, his face was pale, and some people believed that he was a ghost who returned his yang.
I don't know when, there are more and more voices saying that he is a ghost returning to the sun.
Someone else said seriously: "He is the emperor, he has dragon energy to protect his body, and the little ghosts can't get on him. Maybe it's the first prince who died unwillingly and came to take revenge."
Many people believe this.
It also reasonably explained why he didn't respect Shaoyin.
Shaoyin also heard these words.
"Maybe." She said, sitting in front of the window reading a book, holding the scroll with her slender fingers, demure and peaceful, "I don't care what others say, but no one in Jianing Palace talks too much."
Lvyi and Lvrong quickly replied: "Yes, master."
After hesitating for a while, Lu Rong moved forward and said in a low voice: "Master, why don't you... invite Master to come to the palace to exorcise evil spirits?"
She didn't come up with this idea, but heard it from others.
She thought, maybe it will work
If it happens, wouldn't the master return to the good old days
"Don't talk nonsense." Shaoyin rolled up the book and tapped her forehead lightly, "Remember, these things have nothing to do with our Jianing Palace. You can listen to what others say, and don't talk too much."
Lv Rong covered her forehead and replied, "Your servant will remember."
The greenness is dark in the eyes.
Ever since the Mid-Autumn Festival incident, the master has been tearing apart with the emperor.
If the emperor doesn't come to make amends, the master will freeze with him.
So far it seems to be the opposite.
No one knew how things developed into this way, not even Lvyi and Lvrong, nor did the other palace officials.
It seems to be so unconsciously.
But no one said that the empress was wrong, they all said that the emperor was possessed by a ghost.
This word also spread to the ears of the queen mother, and the queen mother didn't even hear anything outside the window. This is not her own son, and she is also a white-eyed wolf, who cares about his life? He even went out of the palace to worship the Buddha.
Xi'er has been living in Qingtai Temple and never came back.
Luo Xuanmo thought of him at first, but soon forgot about him.
Work hard and look forward to harvesting a new son.
In the blink of an eye, another two months passed.
In the cold winter, the windows were rattled by the cold wind, and the sound of the wind blowing over the eaves was heard above the head. It was already bright outside, but Shaoyin was still nestled in bed and did not get up.
Luyi replaced her with two Mrs. Tang half an hour ago, one for her to hold in her arms, and one for her to kick on her feet. The quilt was soft and warm, and Shaoyin huddled into a ball comfortably, not wanting to get up at all.
"Tell me Huihui, what is Luo Xuanmo doing?" She squinted her eyes comfortably, "Is he courting? Can his dry body hold it up?"
Huihui let out a cold snort: "He is so thin that he doesn't have any fat on his body, how could he be able to carry it? There are too many charcoal basins in the hall, and the courtiers are all sweating from the heat, but he himself doesn't, so he probably still feels cold."
Luo Xuanmo was actually taking a good rest, but his body was badly damaged, and intercourse was not banned, so it had no effect at all, and his overall condition even deteriorated.
Ordinarily, with his body, at least sexual intercourse should be forbidden, but he didn't.
In addition to wanting a son and stabilizing the harem, a large part of the reason is that he has ghosts in his heart.
He can't do it, but he doesn't want to be told that he can't. As long as he thinks of other people's strange eyes, he will be furious, so he desperately proves himself.
This caused him to go to the harem rather frequently.
And after the Mid-Autumn Festival, he never bowed his head to Shaoyin to admit his mistake, and Shaoyin didn't give him face like before. Not only did he not forgive him magnanimously, but he kept making trouble for him.
He was troubled, everything was not going his way, and it would be strange if he got better.
Huihui thought of Luo Xuanmo going out from Qinzheng Palace an hour ago, wearing a cotton padded coat, a cotton cap, and a big cloak, and his face was still blue from the cold, so he couldn't help gloating: "Damn it! Scumbag!"
However, observing Luo Xuanmo's ugly face, it was a little worried: "Will he still live six years later?"
It was worried that Luo Xuanmo would die too soon, and its life would be over, so he hesitated and said, "How about we treat him better?"
"Okay." Shaoyin huddled under the blanket, and said in a daze.
Let him be happy, and then fall hard, which is even more exciting.
"Oh!" Suddenly, Huihui screamed, "He passed out!"
Originally, this dog man was unlucky, so he should be happy, but now he is worried about his hiccups, so he can't be happy.
"What's going on?" Shaoyin regained consciousness.
No one knew what was going on, but he suddenly passed out.
He had just come down to the court, and the courtiers hadn't left, when Luo Xuanmo suddenly fell, and there was a sudden chaos.
"Since the emperor woke up, he has not been in good health." After being sent to the Palace of Qinzheng, the imperial doctor took the pulse and explained the situation to several ministers, "I have advised the emperor several times to take care of his health first, but the emperor... is too diligent. The government loves the people!"
Diligent and loving the people? Or fatuous and lustful? The ministers knew it well.
But he definitely wouldn't say that, and asked very worriedly: "Then how is the emperor now? How long will it take to get better?"
"For the sake of the emperor's health, it's best to rest until next spring." The imperial physician said conservatively.
The ministers said they knew.
Stay outside the Hall of Qinzheng, and when Luo Xuanmo wakes up, discuss with him to rest and recuperate, focusing on the dragon body.
He also said: "During this time, why don't you let the empress take charge of the government?"