Blinded by the Villain's Love [Transmigration Book]

The medicinal fragrance was circulating in the house, Mi Weirui picked up the Huiyang pill and stared at the candle for a moment, then turned her palm over, and the pill slipped back into the bottle.

Inside the icy palace wall, Emperor Huiren who was lying on the bed could never have imagined that the Huiyang Pill he was thinking of was only a few steps away from him.

Liu Sixi walked into the room with the medicine in hand, "Ma'am, the medicine is ready."

"Give it to me." Concubine De stroked her temples, her face was haggard.

Ever since Emperor Huiren lay in bed, Concubine De had worked tirelessly, staying by the couch day and night to deliver soup and medicine.

No one in the harem knew that this was a rare opportunity to win the favor of the emperor, but Emperor Huiren was picky, even Concubine Lin and Concubine Xu did not take the lead, the emperor did not want everything to be in vain.

In the end, only Concubine De could fall into the eyes of Emperor Huiren.

"Your Majesty, it's time to drink the medicine." Concubine De said softly.

After several consecutive acute attacks, Emperor Huiren visibly became old. He turned his head, and his cloudy eyes were full of gloom.

Concubine De's smile remained unchanged. After sitting on the side of the couch, she scooped up a spoonful of decoction and blew it on her mouth. When the temperature was right, she sent it to Emperor Huiren's mouth.

After working with decoctions for many days, Emperor Huiren felt depressed.

At this time, seeing Concubine De's smile was the same as in the past, only felt that the other party's smile implied sarcasm, Emperor Huiren suddenly raised his arm, knocking over the medicine bowl in Concubine De's hand.

The soup was not scalding hot, but it also made Concubine De let out a short and suppressed exclamation.

The thick concoction soaked through her clothes, clinging to her abdomen and thighs, Concubine De didn't dare to cry out the pain, she knelt down enduring the pain, "Your Majesty, calm down."

"Get out!" Emperor Huiren gasped for breath, his voice was like a broken scorpion.

Being chased away by Emperor Huiren, Concubine De was relieved, but before she left, she still did not forget to say: "Your Majesty, good medicine tastes bitter, and this concubine will ask someone to boil another bowl."

After venting his anger, Emperor Huiren didn't say anything this time.

Concubine De retreated and returned to the side hall, Zhu Cui came up to meet her, "Your Majesty, what's going on!"

"Go get a set of clothes for Ben Gong." Concubine De stopped her with her eyes, Zhu Cui closed her opened mouth again, turned around and walked to the suitcase.

When Zhu Cui came back with the clothes in her hands, she saw Concubine De was panting to gently lift off the cloth sticking to her flesh.

There is no concubine in the palace who is not covered in snow skin. In just a short while, Concubine De's abdomen and right leg have blisters.

"Your Majesty." Zhu Cui took a deep breath, "The servant girl is going to find the doctor girl."

Concubine De didn't expect it to be so serious, if she didn't apply the medicine, she might be rotten, so she nodded towards Zhu Cui.

Changle Palace.

A court lady hurried into the hall, whispered something in Linglong's ear, and was sent out.

When the person walked away, Linglong looked away, walked to Concubine Xu and whispered: "Your Majesty, the Yonghua Palace has called a medical lady."

"Medical girl?" Xu Qingya opened her eyes and sat up straight after hearing this, as if she had found some fun, "It's hard for our gentle and virtuous Concubine Defei to survive until today, but fortunately she will be free soon."

Linglong listened silently, and supported Xu Qingya's hand.

At this time, she only needs to be a mute.

The medical girl treated Concubine De's wound, while Zhu Cui wiped off the cold sweat from Concubine De's forehead with a handkerchief, Concubine De clenched her teeth and couldn't help but gasp.

"Your Majesty, you should pay attention to your diet in the past few days. The wound should not get wet within seven days. This medicine should be applied three times a day to the wound after cleaning." The nurse said carefully.

"Will there be scars?" Zhucui asked.

"If you want to leave no trace at all, it may be difficult to only use the scar cream in the palace. You must have the jade muscle cream prepared by the national teacher." , so he bowed his head and his voice was very soft.

"Okay, back off."

The national teacher was plundered, and his life and death were unknown, so where to find some jade muscle ointment.

The stabbing pains in her abdomen and thighs made Concubine De a little irritable, she waved away the medical girl, she asked Zhucui: "What has King Xian been doing these two days? Why didn't you see him enter the palace to pay his respects to the emperor."

Zhu Cui paused for wiping Concubine De's sweating hands, "I don't even know about this."

Concubine De frowned slightly after hearing this, "If he doesn't come tomorrow, you can send someone to ask."

Zhucui agreed in a low voice.

It was rare for Concubine De to have time to rest, so she leaned softly and closed her eyes after speaking, Zhucui stopped what she was doing when she saw this, took a thin blanket to cover Concubine De, gently knocked the door behind her, and stood guard outside the hall. with.

It wasn't until the imperial doctor of the Zhutai Hospital gave Emperor Huiren a pulse in the afternoon as usual, saying that he was recovering and that he must take meals and medicines on time, did Emperor Huiren remember the concubine De who had been blasted away by him, and asked someone to tell Liu Sixi to let him go. He went to the side hall to invite Concubine De.

Liu Sixi was in the dining room, got the words and told his godson to keep an eye on the fire, then turned around and walked towards the side hall.

He left without knowing it. When no one was around, his godson took out a packet of powder from his sleeve, opened it and poured it into the boiling soup. The powder disappeared, and the paper wrapped in the powder was also sucked into the stove by the flames. Instantly turned into soot.

On the other side, Concubine De reluctantly put on clean clothes and straightened her hair in front of the bronze mirror.

Stepping into the main hall again, he smiled elegantly.

Concubine De first fed Emperor Huiren a bowl of porridge, and then brought the soup that had been warming, "Your Majesty, you need medicine right now."

"I'll do it myself." Emperor Huiren's rare mood improved a lot at the moment, "I hurt my concubine today, so don't blame me for my concubine."

"Why would the concubine blame the emperor? It's too late for the concubine to be distressed." Concubine De took advantage of the situation and held Emperor Huiren's hand. "The emperor is seriously ill, so he is inevitably unhappy. I also blame the concubine for not serving him well."

"My beloved concubine is truly a virtuous concubine. When I recover from illness, I will order you to be crowned empress." Emperor Huiren laughed as he looked at Concubine De who was stunned beside the couch, and took the bowl from her hand without waiting for Concubine De to serve her.

There was a hint of astringency in the bitterness of the soup, Emperor Huiren didn't care, and drank it down in one gulp.

Before Concubine De could recover from the sweet dream that Emperor Huiren had promised to be the empress, Emperor Huiren held his chest, and then beat him desperately. The sound of a violent cough woke Concubine De up, "Your Majesty? Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

"Mother, doctor." Emperor Huiren spat out two words with difficulty, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the quilt as he spoke.

Concubine De was frightened into a panic, and shouted tremblingly: "Come here, come here! Call the imperial physician quickly, the emperor has vomited blood."

The original warm mutual complaints turned into iron tongs holding Concubine De, and Concubine De only felt that the bones of the hand held by Emperor Huiren were about to be crushed by Emperor Huiren, and she tried hard to pull it out, However, Emperor Huiren was attached to whatever he was holding on to with his eyes wide open, and Concubine De's face was grim in pain, not much worse than Emperor Huiren who was poisoned.

When Zhu Jishan and a group of imperial physicians rushed over, Emperor Huiren was already in a coma, and Concubine De, who was sitting paralyzed by the side, also had a pale face, with one hand drooping, looking miserable.

Emperor Huiren's breathing could be vaguely seen on the blood-stained quilt.

The imperial physicians did not dare to delay, and hurried forward.

The author has something to say: Emperor Huiren: You don't blame me, do you?

Concubine De: I only feel bad for geigei~