Chapter 25 Return to the palace to determine the king's strong intention

As long as he had not pushed open the door of the wing room, he heard a suppressed moan and Shen Sirong called through the door, "Write, can I come in?"

A sound came. For a long time, the door coffin moved, bent down and slowly opened the door, reflecting a gray face between the carved wooden doors.

"Mother." The silky voice spit out from the white lips.

"Don't move, why is there not even a caring person in the room?" Shen Sirong moved in a small step with his freehand writing. There was a smell of medicine in the room. She looked around. This room was an empty room in Xiaoyuan, which was clean and bright.

Hearing Shen Sirong's question, he quickly stopped and replied, "No wonder, mother, I have invited someone to take the medicine."

Shen Sirong stopped talking and helped the freehand handwriting to the bedside. He only saw ** have different traces of depths, and the medicine bottle was tilted by the pillow. She looked down at the uneven coat and understood.

"Get down and I'll drug you." Shen Sirong sat down with his freehand words**, picked up the medicine bottle and stood aside, waiting for the freehand to lift his clothes.

"Mother, no." Liyi dodged in a panic, but touched the wound and took a breath.

Shen Sirong pressed his freehand brush on ** and took medicine for her. And freehand writing is no longer struggling.

"Why did you just disappear?"

While undressing the freehand clothes, Shen Sirong asked.

"The maidservant was called to her room by Huanpei as an excuse. As soon as she entered, she was tied up. They forced the maidservant to take the man into your room. Slaves refuse, they..."

As he spoke, his voice went down.

Shen Sirong stopped asking, and also knew what the freehand words were not finished. On her untied clothes were dense small red dots. The freehand buttocks are full of needle eyes, and a trace of red traces slowly penetrated between the needle eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Shen Sirong's hand did not dare to touch those wounds, as if it hurt her.

She shook her head with a smile. The smile did not show any reluctance. Shen Sirong was moved, and she evenly applied the milky white ointment in the bottle to her body. The nose was sore by the smell of the medicine, and the eyes were about to bleed.

"You have suffered. Who hurt you? I will definitely not let them go." Shen Sirong scolded hatefully.

The freehand moved and propped up some of his upper body: "Mother, those forbidden troops who came to save me have dealt with them. It's not hard to write, as long as the mother has nothing to do.

The words made the two of them burst into tears.

In today's event, freehand thought that it could not sneak away from the court. Previously, it was thought that freehand was just a girl, but now it is different. freehand has become an "meritor" or an important witness of today's matter. Shen Sirong is still alive, and people with intentions will not let her go easily.

Shen Sirong's eyes turned colorfully, and the light moved: "Is there a doctor or an internal prison maid who has seen your injury?"

"No, there was indeed a maid of honor to come to give medicine to the maidservant, but the maidservant felt that the injury was there and was indecent, so she refused."

This opened the second road in Shen Sirong's mind. She nod and said, "Freehand, you rest in Shen's house. I can't take you back to the palace. I promised you to give you freedom, so I will definitely do it. I will try to ask the emperor for an order, but you must pretend to be seriously injured today. Do you understand?"

Seeing the freehand promise, Shen Sirong left at ease. When she returned to her room, the door was wide open, and many internal supervisors and maids of honor were busy, but the emperor was missing.

"Your Majesty, the emperor went back to the palace in advance and ordered me to send you back to the palace before dark." An internal supervisor waited for the report respectfully.

Um, Shen Sirong went into the room to look and went to the front hall to say goodbye to Shen Shiyan.

This is the first time that Shen Sirong was alone in the room with Shen Shiyan after entering the palace. Shen Shiyan's temples were fine white hair, and his expression was full of vicissitudes.

"Dad."

"Weichen has met the noble concubine."

This is not the first time Shen Shiyan has saluted her like this, but it is the most strange one.

Shen Sirong asked with astringentness, "Is Dad blaming me?"

"I dare not." That desolate look touched the uneasiness in Shen Sirong's heart and deep pity for his mother. She looked at Shen Shiyan with turbid tears in her eyes. Is his tears for the Wang family? What about her mother?

"Is Dad blaming me for attacking the Wang family? Do you attack Shen Siyi in this palace? But if it hadn't been for the alertness of this palace, it would have been me who would have died at this moment.

Shen Shiyan didn't respond at all, as if these words could not reach his heart at all. He is sorry and guilty about this daughter, but it doesn't mean that he can tolerate her to face the Shen family. Force him to divorce his wife, how can he raise his head in front of the courtiers in the future?

In Shen Sirong's eyes, every emotion of Shen Shiyan was given to Wang's mother and daughter. She asked quietly, "If my father is sorry for Wang, then I have nothing to say, but I just want to ask, when my mother was abandoned, did you shed a tear for her?"

After saying that, Shen Sirong took a deep look at Shen Shiyan's astonishment and left Shen's house.

All the way, the fallen leaves on the tree seemed to be stained with some kind of emotion, spread at Shen Sirong's feet, and the broken sound from the friction condensed into sadness in Shen Sirong's ear.

Step on the prepared carriage, Shen Sirong followed the rolling wheels back to the endless deep palace. The sound on both sides of the road is the most touching music, because it is something she can't get in her life.

With a "boom" sound, Shen Sirong rushed forward with force. There was no one waiting in the car, and Shen Sirong lifted the curtain to look at the situation outside.

The carriage stopped, and the waiter came forward to report: "Your Lady, a young child ran out of nowhere and crashed into the Empress's car. Now he has fainted."

"Have you fainted?"

Shen Sirong took out the silk scarf in his arms to cover his face and stepped out of the carriage. The surroundings refer to the voice of instructions. Shen Sirong didn't care at all, but just walked by indifferently.

The seven-year-old child had been picked up by the servant. He had no external injury. On the contrary, his face turned blue, which was a sign of internal injury.

"Mother, this..."

The waiter did not dare to make a decision without authorization, so he had to ask Shen Sirong. You can't take people into the palace at will, but now the people are watching, and it can't be arranged properly.

"Pick him up the car and take him to the imperial hospital. Tell people to take good care of it.

In the carriage, a maid came in to take care of the young child. She blocked Shen Sirong's sight for fear that something unbearable would stain Shen Sirong's eyes.

When entering the palace, the internal supervisor parked the car in front of the palace gate, asked Shen Sirong to get out of the car, arranged for her to drive her alone, and asked a waiter to take the young child to the Imperial Hospital.

After Shen Sirong returned to Yongqing Palace to bathe and change clothes, he received an order from Xiao Yuanqi and announced that she would go to Yun Ni Hall. Tonight's banquet is a palace banquet, and the name of her, Shen Guifei, returned to the palace after her illness.

Luoqi is light and beautiful, with a faint flower case on the tip of her forehead, evenly covered with rouge on her cheeks, and a full shape is outlined on her lips.

"M Mother, there is still medicine. In a few days, I will go to the Imperial Hospital with you to pick it up." After waving her hand to change the maid who combed her hair, Shen Sirong looked at the reflection of the wet nurse in the bronze mirror and asked.

M Mother Shen was stunned and touched her face. After entering the palace, Shen Sirong asked the imperial doctor to give her a prescription to remove scars. Over the past year, the scars on her face have faded a lot, and they can't even be seen clearly in the rainy weather.

"Thank you very much."

"Mother, it's getting late. It's time to go." Mother Shen personally combed her hair, picked up and straightened her clothes, and followed Shen Sirong slowly out of Yongqing Palace. There is a row of honor guards outside Yongqing Palace, which was specially ordered by Xiao Yuanqi. Shen Sirong, the queen's honor guard, has never been used for the first time.

It became closer and closer to the Yun Ni Hall, and the sound of singing and dancing inside came from the source. Shen Sirong stopped the honor guard ten feet away from the Yun Ni Hall.

"The noble concubine has arrived."

Shen Sirong walked in with his head held high. In front of him was Xiao Yuanqi's dragon case. He was dressed in a moon-white dress and a beautiful woman sat beside him. Shen Sirong only felt a flash in front of her eyes, which made her unable to see the woman's appearance clearly.

"My concubine participates in the emperor."

"My concubine is free of courtesy." Xiao Yuanqi raised his right hand slightly and let go of the woman beside him. The woman smiled at Shen Sirong, which was clearly Wang Shu.

Her weak state has faded a lot, and there is a strong charm.

"Participate in the Noble Concubine."

Wang Shu half squatted up and saluted Shen Sirong, and the concubines under the table stood up and blessed her.

Is this to give her a horse? Shen Sirong smiled at the corners of his mouth and did not move without words.

"Although today is a family banquet, it can't be without rules. Wang Concubine, let's retreat." Xiao Yuanqi did not look sideways at Wang Shu, and his tone was also faint, but he did not hide his displeasure. Wang Shu knew that this test was a little too much, so she retreated according to her words.

Xiao Yuanqi stood up with her. As he walked, the dragon pattern on his robe was as if there were nothing. Shen Sirong looked at the dazzling dragon as if he were going to rise into the air.

He took Shen Sirong's hand and walked back to the top with her and stood. Just wait for everyone to shout: "Hangtow, my emperor."

Xiao Yuanqi sat down and drank a few cups and left the Yun Ni Hall, leaving only to say that he would go back to Yongqing Palace tonight.

This palace banquet gave Shen Sirong face. As soon as Xiao Yuanqi left, the tit-for-tat atmosphere in the palace gradually came out. Shen Sirong looked around the next week. On the way here, the wet nurse had told her about the situation in the palace. The girls in the last general election in the palace were all serving in bed, except one person.

"Since the noble concubine is back, tomorrow's concubine will be free." A glance at Wang Shu provoked her to make a joke. Since Wang Shu "unintentionally" controlled in the palace, she naturally would not refuse.

"This is natural."

He clicked on a vacant seat at the bottom. Shen Sirong asked in surprise, "Didn't Yingcai come?"

This was asked to Wang Shu, and Wang Shu couldn't avoid it: "In the words of the noble concubine, Yingcai has been unwell and has not improved repeatedly. Now she has moved out of the Qinse Palace and now lives in the cold hall."

"Oh? Then the palace should go to see her.

(Sorry, everyone, in the internship, update once a week)