MTL - The Self-cultivation of the Noble Concubine Who Eats Melon-Chapter 176 177: Tell the truth

  Chapter 176 177: Tell the truth

  The sun was getting higher and higher, and it didn't take long for the banquet to start. An Shutong walked among the crowd, calm and restrained, showing helplessness. Although there was a smile on her face, it made people feel that her smile was a bit forced.

   After turning around, An Shutong found an opportunity to go outside the hall, and Mu Qing followed immediately, "Girl, Nanny Yao just came back."

  An Shutong tilted his head slightly, "How?"

   "Look at Nanny Yao's complexion is not very good." Mu Qing's complexion is not very good, if Yao Nanny is very happy, it means that the Queen Mother's order has been fulfilled.

  Now that it is like this, Mu Qing is not sure whether the emperor will come or not.

  An Shutong raised her eyes and looked up at the sky. Most of the sunlight was blocked by the eaves of the palace, but she still squinted her eyes halfway to look up at the sky.

  It has long been expected that the chances of things failing will be higher. Although the emperor and the queen mother are mother and son, their relationship is not very close.

  Although I and the emperor are cousins, but we have never met before and have never met each other, so there is no affection at all.

  Although she is the niece of the Empress Dowager, it is still too ostentatious to hold a birthday banquet in the palace.

  Even though she was very unwilling, but the queen mother made up her mind, she could only obey.

  But... other things, she can't let others calculate herself.

   "You have to remember what I asked you to do, and act according to my whim." An Shutong's voice was extremely soft and slow, and the arc of his eyes was like a sword about to be unsheathed.

   "Girl, don't worry."

   "The empress dowager is here!"

  An Shutong was startled, and immediately turned to face the Queen Mother.

  Hurry up to hold the arm of the queen mother before entering the hall, and send people into the hall with a smile on her face.

   "Greetings to the Empress Dowager, Your Majesty will live a long and healthy life."

  All the concubines stood up and saluted.

  At this time, Song Yunzhao was still leaning on the soft pillow to read a book, with a calm expression and a leisurely posture.

  Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside, and soon the figure of Shi Zhu appeared in front of her.

   "Master, the emperor has gone to Shouci Palace."

  Song Yunzhao was not surprised at all. Just like in the book, he put the book in his hand on the small table beside the bed, looked at Shizhu and said, "Just follow the plan."

   "Yes." Shi Zhu immediately nodded in response.

  The gate of Wangyou Palace opened quietly, Anshun hurried towards the direction of the imperial hospital, and soon invited an imperial physician. After the imperial physician entered Wangyou Palace, the door of Wangyou Palace closed again.

  Zhang Maoquan has recently been busy with the spring greetings of the court lady next to Concubine Han. Today, Yan Gong is taking people to collect evidence. He happened to have nothing to do here and returned to Wangyou Palace.

  As soon as he came back, he found that the gate of Wangyou Palace was closed, he was stunned, and immediately stepped forward to knock on the door.

   After knocking several times, a voice came from inside asking, "Who?"

   "It's me." Zhang Maoquan raised his voice and replied.

  There was a pause, and soon the palace gate opened, and the servant guarding the gate smiled, "It turned out to be Director Yang. This servant thought you were in Gongzhengsi. If I knew it was you, I would have opened the door and waited."

  Zhang Maoquan looked at him and asked, "How did you close the door?"

  The servant seemed hesitant to speak, his face full of embarrassment.

  Zhang Maoquan raised his leg and kicked him on the stomach, "Tell me, what's going on?"

   "It's Zhaoyi's intention. The maidservant is just following orders, so I dare not ask why." The servant looked puzzled, "However, Manager An invited the imperial physician to take Zhaoyi's pulse."

  Zhang Maoquan was taken aback, "Isn't today the day to ask for pulse?"

   "Boss Zhang is amazing, you remember this, but it's not until the day after tomorrow."

  Zhang Maoquan's heart skipped a beat, and he ignored the gatekeeper, and immediately walked in.

  Wangyou Palace was very quiet, such quietness made Zhang Maoquan feel more and more uneasy.

  As soon as he walked under the eaves of the corridor, he saw Anshun was sending the imperial physician out, and he hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

  Zhang Maoquan only nodded to Anshun, but looked at the imperial physician, "Do we remember that today is not the day to ask for Zhaoyi's pulse? Imperial physician Zhang."

  Physician Zhang did not dare to offend the steward in front of the emperor. He looked at Zhang Maoquan and said, "Boss Zhang has a good memory. This minister was invited by Steward An. Song Zhaoyi is a little uncomfortable."

   "Is Song Zhaoyi okay?" Zhang Maoquan immediately asked nervously.

   Imperial Physician Zhang frowned slightly, "From the pulse condition, it can be seen that Song Zhaoyi is a little depressed, emotionally uncomfortable, and stagnant."

   Manager Zhang felt a thump in his heart when he heard the pulse. The pulse did not sound fatal, but he was depressed, emotionally uncomfortable, and stagnant. This was obviously caused by a bad mood and being unable to relax.

  Song Zhaoyi was not only in a bad mood, it was so serious that he could be diagnosed from the pulse condition. Zhang Maoquan immediately thought of today's birthday banquet in Shouci Palace, and his heart skipped a beat.

   Song Zhaoyi is angry, right?

  It is not impossible for the Empress Dowager to hold a birthday banquet for her niece, but she insists on inviting His Majesty to come over, and they are cousins. Now that Song Zhaoyi is pregnant and cannot attend bedtime, she can think of what the Empress Dowager means with the soles of her feet.

  How could someone as smart as Song Zhaoyi fail to think of this?

   Zhang Maoquan knew the root cause of Song Zhaoyi's illness when he thought about it this way. It was because he was worried about being robbed of his favor during pregnancy.

  However, Song Zhaoyi couldn't stop it. After all, she was pregnant and couldn't go to bed. Wouldn't it be a joke for the emperor to guard her?

  This kind of thing, even a fool knows that it cannot be done, and it cannot be said.

  So, what else can Song Zhaoyi do? I can only worry, worry, and feel uneasy by myself.

   After all, the queen mother was conceived back then, and was calculated to take away her favor. Since then, she has been rejected by the late emperor, and she has never been able to turn around in her life. Even after giving birth to the emperor, the queen mother did not regain her favor.

  However, the first emperor did not lack sons, but the emperor is different. Song Zhaoyi's belly is the emperor's first child, and the weight is still different.

   Besides, Zhang Maoquan felt that the emperor's love for Song Zhaoyi was not as vulnerable as the late emperor's love for the queen mother.

  Thinking of this, Zhang Maoquan felt that the matter could not be left as it is, this is a good opportunity for him to make meritorious service.

  After Zhang Maoquan sent the imperial physician away, he watched Aunt Yu and the others go in to serve Song Zhaoyi. He rolled his eyes and walked out. He met Anshun halfway, he hesitated and stopped him.

  Anshun hurried over when he heard Zhang Maoquan calling him, "Boss Zhang, what's your order?"

  Zhang Maoquan looked at Anshun and asked, "How long has Zhaoyi been like this?"

  Anshun's face was full of surprise, and his smile froze a bit, "Director Zhang, what are you talking about, isn't Zhaoyi the same as before?"

  Zhang Maoquan snorted, "Yo, you are so courageous, you dare to lie to me, to be honest!"

  Anshun grimaced, "It's not that I don't say anything, it's Zhaoyi who forbids it. How dare I disobey the order."

  (end of this chapter)