After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

    Chapter 1147 

   The imperial concubine and empress are getting hotter during the heat.

    When the new emperor was young, a group of lively and beautiful little Gong’e was added to the palace, everywhere with vegetation, and lively and lively as far as the eye can see.

    In Zhaoyang Hall, Pei Chuchu seemed to be sick.

    She lay on the chaise couch all day long with no makeup, her body was thin and her complexion turned yellow. The exquisite and luxurious Luoying dress that was worn on her before seemed very loose and cumbersome.

    At dusk, Xiao Dingzhao came to visit her, but she was already asleep.

    The boy stood in front of the couch, a little startled.

    Sister Pei is always very lethargic these days when she is sick.

    He has been here several times, and she has all fallen asleep.

    If he didn’t know that she was sick, he would have to wonder if she didn’t want to see him.

    Xiao Dingzhao sat on the couch.

    The girl’s long black hair was spread around the pillow, and the hair ends that had been moisturized before seemed a little yellowish, her small face was no longer as bright and beautiful as before, and the haggardness between her eyebrows and eyes was like a blunt knife, grinding his heart again and again. .

    He worriedly stroked her forehead with broken hair, and whispered: “What did the doctor say?” The

    maid’s eyes were red and swollen, and she had obviously cried before, and said dumbly: “I don’t know the cause, but only prescribed a few prescriptions to calm the nerves. … Those prescriptions drink every day, and they are of no use. The empress is still getting weaker. Isn’t this going to drag the empress to death?!”

    She is the maid of Pei Chuchu who was brought up by one hand, and she respects Pei Chuchu more than anyone else.

    Realizing that she had said the word “death”, her tears burst out instantly.

    She hurriedly bowed her head and knelt: “Your Majesty, forgive me!”

    Xiao Dingzhao’s expression was calm and motioned for her to retreat.

    He withdrew the other servants in the palace again.

    The sleeping hall was silent, and the cicadas were faintly heard from outside the screen windows.

    The evening light came through the room, gently shining on the two of them, warming the girl’s complexion a little, and she was in a trance like a god who could not be grasped.

    There was a fear in Xiao Dingzhao’s heart for no reason.

    He held her hand tightly.

    He lowered his head and pressed her palm to his cheek.

    During this period, in addition to the care of the imperial doctor, it was not that the folk geniuses were not invited into the palace.

    Even the doctors who traveled to Jinling were invited into the palace one after another.

    Although the magical doctor Jiang is not there, his daughter Jiang Tian is also very good at medical treatment, but even Jiang Tian shakes his head and can’t tell where the illness comes from.

    “Sister Pei…”

    Xiao Dingzhao frowned.

    …In a

    blink of an eye it is the Zhongyuan Festival.

    The palace attaches great importance to the Mid-Yuan Festival and specially invites monks to pray for blessings in the palace. The observatory pots, joss sticks, paper money and other things have been prepared in advance.

    The imperial concubines were also granted special permission to worship their ancestors in the palace.

    Pei Minmin and several concubines got together to talk.

    A concubine ate melon seeds and said mysteriously: “You have heard that there is no one from Zhaoyang Temple, who is now getting thinner and thinner, and the water and rice are not in his shape. This year, the reason why monks were invited to pray in the palace for blessings. It’s also because of her.”

    Xu Wanwan was among them.

    That time Xiao Dingzhao and Pei Chuchu were angry and deliberately sealed a group of concubines. Xu Wanwan took advantage of that time to enter the palace.

    She squeezed her handkerchief and sneered: “So, what’s the use of being a noble concubine? Those who are fortunate and poor, can’t stand the glory and wealth, Pei Chuchu kind of fox, you have to raise it cheaply!”

    “Hush!” The concubine in Fenyi quickly motioned her to silence, glanced at Pei Minmin, and whispered, “My cousin is still here!”

    Pei Minmin ate a piece of flower cake gracefully.

    She wiped her fingertips clean with a handkerchief, completely out of the way: “Although she is a cousin, don’t you know what my attitude towards her? She dominates your majesty’s favor, and never persuades your majesty to get wet with rain and dew. It can be seen that it is not a virtuous one. People. How can such an enchanting concubine be worthy of being my elder sister? Me, I wish she would sooner–“

    She didn’t go down, but smiled triumphantly.

    Although the concubines had different expressions, the corners of their lips could not stop being raised.

    Pei Minmin’s words can be regarded as speaking to their hearts.

    As long as Pei Chuchu died, his majesty’s mind would naturally be placed on them.

    They, wish that Pei Chuchu would die sooner.

    Xu Wanwan remembered something, her eyes brightened, and she whispered: “Have you heard that? In the past few days, Your Majesty has never set foot in Zhaoyang Hall. I heard that it was because Pei Chuchu was seriously ill and his appearance became ugly, so Not to please your Majesty.”

    “It seems that she was spoiled only because of that face.”

    “Oh, when I think that there will be no more prestige in the palace after a while, I am very happy in my heart!

    ” …” The

    concubines laughed in a group.

    The sound of chanting and wooden fish was faintly heard outside the window, and it was the monks praying for blessings.

    Temple of the Buddha in the palace.

    The young emperor, dressed in white, knelt quietly on the futon.

    He folded his palms together and looked up at the golden Buddha statue that was three feet high.

    Haven’t been to Zhaoyang Temple for several days.

    Occasionally, a court lady came to report her situation, and he was unwilling to listen.

    Afraid to see her withered look.

    Afraid to hear the news that her oil is exhausted.

    In the early summer of the Ming Dynasty, I even joked with him, but how long did she become sick like this?

    There are three bright lights on the Buddha’s case.

    Many scenes flashed through the boy’s mind like a revolving lantern.

    When he was a child, according to his sister Pei who was thousands of miles away…

    he was dragged down by him and was forced to stay in the palace as a companion.

    His sister Pei lost her parents when she was a child, and later lost her noble daughter. Identity, locked in the deep palace alone, also cried secretly in the middle of the night, and once stood alone behind the huge palace gate, looking up at the birds outside the palace aggrievedly.

    She works harder than any girl, and is more talented than any girl.

    But this whole life was spent in a deep palace without the sun… The

    huge lotus palace lantern hung on the top of the palace.

    In the summer evening, the wind was suddenly strong, it blew in, colorful prayer flags swayed violently, bamboo and wooden sticks revolved and fell from the table, hundreds of signatures scattered all over the ground.

    A bamboo stick fell in front of the boy.

    ——Enshen became a resentment, and personnel were not in harmony.

    Xiao Dingzhao looked at the sign and was stunned for a moment before slowly reaching out and picking it up–

    “Your Majesty!” A heart-

    piercing cry suddenly came from outside the hall.

    The little palace lady who served Pei Chuchu stepped into the threshold with tears on her face, and knelt down behind Xiao Dingzhao in despair: “Your Majesty, the empress!”

    “Pattered”.

    The signature in Xiao Dingzhao’s hand fell to the ground.

    The Buddha still smiled.

    The green lotus enshrined on the Buddha’s table quietly dropped a petal.

    (End of this chapter)