The Beloved Imperial Consort

Tang Yiru watched the imperial doctor leave, and threw the porcelain pillow on the bed angrily.

Quack doctors, all quack doctors! Seeing the blood stains on Juanpa, Tang Yiru was terrified.

Half a month ago, I suddenly fainted in the yard. After waking up, not only did I not get better after taking medicine, but I was weak, sweating all over my body, and coughing continuously at night. By now, he was actually coughing up blood!

The imperial doctor saw the two of them, and they took the medicine as expected, but the illness did not improve at all.

The person who came to ask for pulse just now was already the third imperial doctor, and he kept saying that he was exhausted and exhausted. Just let me take medicine well and calm down.

Mental and mental haggard, overworked? She Tang Yiru is like a transparent person in this mansion, what is there to worry about and worry about? This is clearly a serious illness! How many people can endure the disease of coughing up blood? The bad thing is that no one can diagnose it!

Tang Yiru had a guess in her mind that the most likely cause of those inexplicable illnesses was poison! It's a pity that the imperial doctor can't be counted on. The only one who can see the clue is the Qi family in this mansion.

The last time Tang Huiru wanted to assassinate herself, it was thanks to Qi's cleverness that she saved her life. I don't know if I can escape this time.

Tang Yiru hurriedly sent someone to invite Mrs. Qi, but no one came after waiting. In the end, a servant girl came and said that Mrs. Qi caught a cold accidentally and was recuperating in bed.

Tang Yiru looked at Qi's maidservant coldly, wishing she could strangle her to death. How wonderful that the two masters and servants fooled her like a fool.

The previous few times it was a headache, but this time it was a cold and a cold. She didn't know that Mrs. Qi was so sick.

"My sister is sick in bed every three days, but do you want my sister to ask the imperial doctor to come and see?" Tang Yiru lifted the curtain with her eyebrows, looked at the woman on the couch with a sudden change of expression, and sneered.

The Qi family never expected that concubine Tang Shu would barge in regardless of face, and knew it was not good, and secretly thought it would be bad.

I tried to evade and alienate her several times, fearing that she would get angry and come to cause trouble now.

Qi smiled stiffly, and coughed weakly, "My maidservant, Concubine Xie, is concerned, these are minor ailments, just take care of them, there is no need for an imperial doctor anywhere."

"Small ailments can't just be dragged on like this, can they?" Tang Yiru shook Qi's hand, looking straight into her eyes, "Or, is it because my sister was careless and touched something unclean?"

Qi's heart trembled, and she instantly understood that Tang Yiru was suspicious.

No wonder she rushed in so eagerly, of course she couldn't sit still when her life was at stake.

"Where is this? If you accidentally blow the wind, it will be fine if you are sweating."

Regardless of whether Tang Yiru can find out the clues in the end, he must not get a little bit of news from himself, otherwise disaster will be imminent.

Qi Shi gritted her teeth to deal with Tang Yiru, pretending to be watertight, but her heart was tightly gripped.

If you don't know the truth, you will never know the horror of the truth. Just like Tang Yiru now, she still wholeheartedly suspects that any woman is going to harm her. The Qi family looked at Tang Yiru's panic that he had managed to calm down, and suddenly felt a kind of desolation like the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Although she understood that Tang Yiru must have violated His Royal Highness' taboo to bring about this disaster, Qi still felt afraid. His Highness the Sixth Prince turned a blind eye to the women in the backyard and showed no mercy, and now he has a heart of stone. Perhaps in the entire backyard, only the one from Dan Ruoyuan can make him feel soft-hearted.

The more Qi thought about it, the more depressed he became, and suddenly felt that all his previous delusions were not as good as living a good life. It is better to guard a yard peacefully than the woman in front of her dies unexpectedly.

Tang Yiru tried her best in Qi's house but couldn't get out a word, and seeing her pretending to be crazy to her hints, she could only reply with a cold face.

After that, Tang Yiru's condition became more and more serious, and in the end she coughed up blood, and she couldn't even get out of bed.

When Mu Xiyao heard that Tang Yiru had punished the maid again in Danruoyuan, she shook her head secretly. That woman really lived and returned.

Of course Tang Yiru knew that this time it was a big deal. After many days of restless venting, she could occasionally think quietly and faintly notice something.

This strange illness was probably related to the night that made her uneasy for a long time.

Did he still not get rid of Tang Huiru's calculations? Who did she borrow to harm her again?

Lying on the bed, Tang Yiru looked at the dancing candles outside the tent, her expression gradually becoming dazed.

What would it have been like if she hadn't let go of her sister's hand by the Weishui pool back then?

In Danruo Garden, Zong Zhenglin took Mu Xiyao and was about to resettle her, but she heard Zhao Mama rushed to report that the concubine in Shu Huiyuan was not good, so she forced herself to see her highness and side concubine.

With a cold expression, Zong Zhenglin took the cloak that Mo Lan handed over and put it on Mu Xiyao, and covered the stove with his hand before leading him over.

The woman lying flat on the bed described it as gloomy and haggard. His eyes were no longer clear and clear, cloudy and lax.

"Your Highness." Tang Yiru had difficulty making a sound, she only called someone, but her breath was already unstable.

"Concubine... Finally, I will see Your Highness." Tang Yiru hadn't spoken yet, and tears had already flowed down her cheeks. The man standing in front of him was the only person he ever liked, but he never got close to him.

"Why doesn't Your Highness want to show some pity and treat my concubine less than my side concubine?" The short-breathing woman looked sad and pained, and looked straight at Zong Zhenglin without moving her gaze.

Seeing how hard she was trying, Mu Xiyao wanted to understand, she just felt that there was nothing more stupid than this in the world.

This was the case for Mu Xiyao in the previous life, and it is also the case for Tang Yiru in this life.

Zong Zhenglin never looked at Tang Yiru directly from the beginning to the end, and stood with his hands behind his back, but his eyes were on the palace fans in the room.

"The concubine of this hall is Tang Yiru, the eldest lady of the Tang family. What does it have to do with you?" Zong Zhenglin spoke in a calm voice, but it made Tang Yiru fall straight down as if struck by lightning in an instant.

The imperial doctor waiting outside hurried in to administer the needles, and the room was in chaos.

Zong Zhenglin didn't wait for the imperial doctor to reply, and directly led Mu Xiyao back.

Holding the soft body of the little girl, Zong Zhenglin felt much more comfortable.

The Tang family taught their daughters well, one or two, I don't know what to say. Fortunately, there was Mu Xiyao who expressed her affection, otherwise these women in the backyard would be unbearable.

Mu Xiyao rubbed her face against Zong Zhenglin's chest, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep.

In the afternoon of the second day, news came from Shuhui Garden that Concubine Tang Shu had gone.

The concubine passed away, and the Prince's Mansion sent someone to deliver a letter to the Tang family.

Master Tang got the news, and immediately rushed from the household department to the prince's mansion, but a quarter of an hour later, his face was pale, and he walked out the gate tremblingly.

When Mrs. Tang learned that her daughter was gone earlier, her eyes were red and swollen from crying. When she saw him returning home, she threw herself on him and cried heart-rendingly.

"Yuzhi, this matter can't be brought up again, or disaster will be imminent." Seeing his wife looking crazy, Master Tang questioned loudly, but he could only endure the severe pain in his heart and comfort him again and again.

He has two sons and three daughters under his knees, and now the second of the three daughters has gone, and the remaining one is also missing. In middle age, how can it not hurt to watch her daughter walk ahead one after another?

If Qin Rugui hadn't been obsessed with his mind and desperately pretended to be a substitute, how could there be today's catastrophe?

Thinking of Tang Huiru's handwriting that His Highness threw in front of him with a cold face, Master Tang was filled with remorse and tears. It's all because he has no way to teach women, no way to teach women!