The demon concubine of rebirth, you have been tricked by gl

The capital of Yan State, Yanfei City.

Not long ago, there was a great joy in the palace, the princess was pregnant.

The royal family of the Yan Kingdom has always been thin, and the Emperor Yan has no brothers except his two sisters, and he has not only one son and one daughter under his knees.

Not to mention that the officials of the Manchu Dynasty are worried about the emperor's spreading of branches and leaves every day, even the ordinary people are talking about it, the emperor has only one seedling under the crown prince, if something happens to the crown prince, then the throne...

The emperor was not in a hurry, and the people were all worried about him.

So the Crown Princess was happy, and as soon as the news came out from the palace, the people beat gongs and drums and were as happy as a festival.

When good things come, bad things follow.

Emperor Yan's favorite concubine Xian went to Qingzhou with the princess to escape the cold a few months ago. She was fine, but on the way back, she contracted some strange disease and fell into a coma.

He was breathing and his heart was beating, but he couldn't wake up, like a living dead, even the imperial physician in the palace was helpless.

There are different opinions among the folks. Some people say that they were bewitched by evil spirits, while others said that they were secretly poisoned along the way.

But after all, the common people were not very interested in this concubine from a foreign country. After talking about it for a while, few people mentioned it again.

After a few months away, the Jingling Palace has been cleaned up. The little eunuchs and maids who used to love to laugh and play in front of the palace are now bent over and dare not say a word, honestly busy with the matter at hand.

Today's Jingling Palace has a depressing and cold atmosphere, everyone is cautious, and even wants to keep quiet while walking.

Ever since Concubine Xian returned to the palace, Miss Qingyuan and Luruan's temper became worse and worse, and she would get angry at every turn.

If you sweep the floor honestly outside the hall, you will also be scolded, saying that you will disturb the empress if you are too loud.

The little eunuch and the little maid muttered in their hearts, it would be nice if they could make noise, but now the empress is lying on the bed and can't wake up.

If he could really be woken up by them, he might not be punished but rewarded.

Since Xia Qiulian returned to the palace, the number of regular visitors to Jingling Palace has increased.

Needless to say, the emperor who dotes on Concubine Xian, would visit her every day as usual, inquire about the situation, and then instruct the people in the palace to take good care of Concubine Xian.

Naturally, the little imperial physicians of the imperial hospital and Fu'an also came every day, especially the little imperial physician of Fu'an, who came to Jingling Palace at least three times a day.

And the others are concubines in the palace.

In the name of caring, crowds came to watch the fun, and I don't know how many people had a sad look on their faces, but they were actually laughing as soon as they turned around.

The only concubine who really cared about presenting her concubine was probably Ye Zhaoyin, who was also from Jiang Guo.

She would come to Jingling Palace at noon every day to talk to Xia Qiulian.

On this day, she happened to come here and ran into Fu An who came to deliver the medicine.

The little imperial doctor was wearing the light blue palace gown and the cloth cap that slid down from time to time, and hurried over with the medicine in hand.

A little less innocent and naive, a little more stable and quiet.

After greeting Qingyuan and Luruan, Ye Zhaoyin followed Fu'an into Xia Qiulian's bedroom.

Although Xia Qiulian was always in a coma, she didn't seem to be unconscious. At least when she was fed medicine and some soup and porridge, she could still open her mouth to swallow it.

That's why Xia Qiulian didn't starve to death.

Xia Qiulian was lying on the bed with a rosy face, breathing calmly, wearing a clean white dress, with her hands folded on her abdomen, as if she had just fallen asleep.

Fu'an walked to the side of the bed, and before she could speak, Lu Ruan carefully lifted Xia Qiulian up a little.

Ye Zhaoyin stood aside, watching Fu'an and Lv Ruan cooperate to feed Xia Qiulian the bowl of pitch-black concoction.

After feeding the medicine, Fu'an took Xia Qiulian's pulse as usual, his brows were tightly frowned on his fair and delicate face, and he didn't look relaxed at all.

After taking the pulse, she put down her hand and met Ye Zhaoyin's eyes as soon as she turned her head.

Ye Zhaoyin was dressed in a red-hot dress, gorgeous and graceful like a peony still covered with dew in the imperial garden in the early morning. She took a step closer to Fu'an, and the two emerald green jade stones hanging from the gold hairpin on her hair collided with each other, sending out a delicate and crisp sound. sound.

She glanced at Xia Qiulian with a bit of pity in her eyes, then turned to Fu'an, and called softly.

"Little imperial doctor."

Fu An, who used to blush when teased by Ye Zhaoyin, raised his eyes indifferently and calmly, those clear and clean deer eyes hid almost inseparable sadness.

"What's the matter, Concubine Zhao?"

Ye Zhaoyin was really not used to such a calm and steady Fu'an, she froze for a while, then lowered her head and coughed lightly.

"Can you ask the little imperial doctor to move on?"

Fu An didn't know what Ye Zhaoyin was going to ask her, but he nodded, then turned his head and told Lv Ruan that she would come again in two hours, and then walked out with Ye Zhaoyin.

Walking under the old osmanthus tree in front of the hall, Ye Zhaoyin stopped. She turned her head to look at Fu'an who bowed her head and said nothing, and finally couldn't help asking.

"Fu'an, what's wrong with Qiu Lian? When will she wake up?"

Fu An raised his eyes and glanced at her, then turned his eyes away to stare at the cracked bark of the old osmanthus tree, and said softly, somewhat absent-mindedly.

"The Concubine Xian is just a relapse of the old trouble."

This is just a perfunctory reason. Everyone in the palace knew that Concubine Xian was not in good health, but they didn't know what old illnesses she had, so as long as she said that her old illnesses had recurred, no one would suspect anything strange.

But Ye Zhaoyin knew about Xia Qiulian's old illness, and she also knew some from Qingyuan and Luruan. When she heard Fu'an's perfunctory words, she frowned, and her face couldn't hide her impatience.

These days, no matter how many times she asked, Fu An always said the same thing, and refused to say anything else.

She paced back and forth, and because of her messy steps, the sound of the gold hairpin hitting her head became louder, as if to show her current state of mind.

Ye Zhaoyin snorted coldly, stared at Fu'an and finally couldn't help lowering her voice.

"What kind of relapse of an old disease, don't deceive me by the tricks of other people. When I was in Jiangguo, I heard that Qiu Lian's old disease was a cold disease. When she got sick, her whole body was cold, and she was usually cold. It's just that she is weak and prone to diseases. How can someone fall into a coma like this, tell me honestly, is Qiu Lian poisoned?"

Fu An looked at Ye Zhaoyin who was staring fiercely at him, shook his body, took two steps back, shrunk his neck and finally recovered a little bit of his nature, and swallowed cowardly.

"Mother...where did the news come from, what...is it poisoned?"

Ye Zhaoyin met her eyebrows coldly, her winking eyes narrowed and a sharp light flashed, her hands clenched in front of Fu'an, making a few clicks.

"You just say yes or no."

Fuan took another two steps back, shielding his chest with both hands defensively, then turned his head to take a look, and hid behind the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in a flash, revealing half of his head, with a pair of deer eyes shining brightly, staring at it with a little bit of wariness and fear. Ye Zhaoyin.

"No, don't ask me, my master won't let me tell. Even if you hit me, I won't tell you."

The timid and cowardly little imperial doctor really gritted her teeth this time and said nothing, but the more determined her attitude was, Ye Zhaoyin guessed that what happened to Xia Qiulian was not simple.

After coercing and coercing for a while, the little imperial doctor didn't say anything. Ye Zhaoyin looked at Fu An who was hiding behind a tree, only showing a trembling corner of his clothes, and gave up with a sigh.

"Come out, I won't ask you about Qiu Lian anymore, I'll ask you another matter."

Fu An poked his head out secretly, looked at Ye Zhaoyin who had walked to the stone table under the tree and sat down, but still didn't dare to go over.

"I won't come out, so you can just ask."

Looking at Fu'an who was cowardly to the end, Ye Zhaoyin had no choice but to shake her head helplessly, then bit her lip lightly, her expression darkened and her tone softened a little.

"Do you know if your senior sister is okay, when will she... return to the palace?"

She still couldn't help asking about Li Fengyou.

Noticing Ye Zhaoyin's subtle changes, Fu An leaned out half of his body, frowned and thought about it, and then said honestly.

"Maybe I haven't seen Senior Sister for a long time, but Master only read the letter she sent a few days ago. As for when I will come back, I don't know. I have to ask His Highness. When His Highness wants Senior Sister to come back, Senior Sister can tell me when." return."

Ye Zhaoyin bit her lip, the light in her eyes disappeared bit by bit, she took a deep breath, the gloomy look on her face suddenly changed to a little annoyed, she snorted coldly.

"Your senior sister, that fool, deserves to be someone else's slave for the rest of her life. If she is told to die, she will go too."

She just couldn't understand that Li Fengyou listened to Yan Banting for everything. Although she knew that Li Fengyou was a subordinate who obeyed Yan Banting's orders, she still couldn't understand it.

He is obviously the deputy commander of the palace, so it's good to stay in the palace well, he has to run out every now and then and come back with injuries all over his body.

Every time she went out of the palace, Ye Zhaoyin would be worried, worried that she would not come back, worried that she would come back with scars all over her body.

But no matter how much she cared, it was as if countless cats were scratching with sharp claws in her heart, but she still couldn't change the nature of the knife mouth.

In the past, she obviously went to see Li Fengyou because she was worried about taking medicine, but when she saw her wounds all over her body and still looked indifferent, she became angry and wished she could wake her up with two slaps, telling her not to work so hard , Ask her if she can take care of herself a little bit.

So the original worry and considerateness turned into a hurtful sarcasm. Li Fengyou would sometimes get angry, but she always held back, no matter how hurtful Ye Zhaoyin said, she also held back and remained respectful to Ye Zhaoyin.

Thinking of Li Fengyou's safety at this time, and thinking of how many injuries she had suffered, Ye Zhaoyin's eyes turned red with grievance, but she bit her lip stubbornly, and the words she said were still hurtful.

"Let her die outside."

Although Fu An and Li Fengyou were often at odds because of Yan Wanting's affairs, and often disliked her, Fu An still really liked her cold-faced senior sister, so when she heard Ye Zhaoyin's words, she subconsciously defended Li Fengyou.

"You...how can you talk about my senior sister like that, my senior sister is not a slave."

"She won't die outside, her martial arts skills are invincible."

Fu'an couldn't hear the unwillingness and concern in Ye Zhaoyin's sneering words, she just felt that Ye Zhaoyin was too mean and vicious to her senior sister, she blushed and stared at Ye Zhaoyin dissatisfied.

But Ye Zhaoyin smiled coldly.

"I'm not right, isn't she a dog next to the princess?"

The longing and resentment accumulated for many days seemed to erupt at the same moment. Ye Zhaoyin only cared about venting her dissatisfaction, but did not have any scruples about Fu'an.

When Fuan heard Ye Zhaoyin say this, Li Fengyou straightened her chest and came out from behind the tree. She was like a little rooster with its hair blown up, staring at Ye Zhaoyin with her head upright, stomping her feet as if she wanted to pounce on her a mouthful.

"Shut up, you can't say that, you can't say that!"

Fu'an, who was resigned, let go by Yan Wanting, and loved by Emperor Yan, was a little celebrity in the palace. She was never really afraid of any concubine with a high title, and no one dared to bully her.

It's just that because of her soft temper, she is often bullied by Ye Zhaoyin, and Fuan doesn't care about the kind of harmless bullying.

It was also for this reason that Fu'an, a young imperial physician, dared to reply to Ye Zhaoyin without any scruples, without any scruples about her status as a concubine.

"You are the dog, you are the slave."

Fu'an was furious when provoked, but Ye Zhaoyin calmed down after venting. Looking at Fu'an, who was flushed and akimbo, gritting his teeth, her complexion gradually calmed down.

Facing Fu'an's rude words, Ye Zhaoyin didn't get angry at all, she just raised her lips and smiled, and there was a sense of sadness in that faint smile.

"In the whole world, how many people are there?"