This year's nights are mostly windy and snow, with astringent and cold wind, making it appear colder and cooler.

This was Zhuang Yisui's first time stepping into the Jujiao Hall. He had not noticed the exquisiteness and nobleness of the Jujiao Hall. He could only hear a sound of depression and dull pain.

It seems a little familiar, the closer it gets to the side hall, the more pungent the smell of blood comes.

Zhuang Yisui was startled and suddenly guessed something. Her eyes changed a few times, and her handkerchief was quietly pinched in her sleeves.

After Zhou Yun took the fetal pills, he was moved into the side hall, and Zhuang Yisui and his group were blocked outside the door.

Zhuang Yisui didn't see the master and Zhou Yun, but saw the emperor and the imperial concubine. The imperial concubine looked pale and leaned in the emperor's arms. She shook her body lightly, as if she was about to faint.

The emperor hugged her tightly.

The people in the hall didn't notice the empress coming in at all.

The queen came in with a worried look on her face. Even though she was ignored, she still had no change in her face. However, from Zhuang Yisui's perspective, she could see that the handkerchief on her sleeve was wrinkled so much that it was not formed.

Zhuang Yisui felt a numbness in her scalp when she saw it.

She turned her head, and the emperor was pinching his eyebrows with one hand, and gently comforting the precious concubine in a low voice, allowing the concubines on one side to turn a blind eye.

And although others are embarrassed, they seem to have become accustomed to this situation.

The emperor favored the imperial concubine. Although she had always heard of it, she had never seen it.

Now when I see you, I look familiar.

In this Jujiao Hall, she felt like she was in Jinheyuan in the mansion.

According to the attitude of my grandfather's partiality with Concubine Zhou, perhaps after many years, the empress's current appearance is a portrayal of her.

Now that the imperial concubine has no descendants, it is already like this, but Zhou Yun...

Thinking of this, Zhuang Yisui suddenly turned her head and went to the side hall where movements came from time to time. Her eyes were changing brightly and darkly, and her hands in her sleeves were quietly clenched.

It was at this moment that the door of the side hall was finally pushed open.

The imperial physician walked out with the cold sweat on his forehead and let out a long sigh.

Zhuang Yisui put this into her eyes and her heart suddenly sank.

Sure enough, she heard the imperial physician approaching the emperor, and said softly, "The concubine of the Virtuous King is now fine, but after this incident, the concubine needs to rest well and not have too much emotional fluctuations."

In the side hall at this time.

The imperial physician gave the injection and took the fetal pills. Only then did Zhou Yun feel a little clear-headed in her mind. She lay in a daze in Fu Yun's arms.

After a long time, she sobbed, grabbed Fu Yun's sleeve, and said softly and weakly: "Master...I, I'm fine?"

She seemed to be unable to believe it.

The pain just now made her almost think that she had ate something by mistake, and that she might be going today.

Fu Yun lowered his eyes, and the woman seemed to have not yet come back to her senses. There was still a little pain in her eyebrows and eyes. Her eyes were all bright red, which was very pitiful. With just one glance, she told others that there was no way to deal with her.

After a long time, Fu Yun raised his hand and stroked her back, but couldn't say a word.

But when he moved, Zhou Yun felt a lot of grievances in his heart.

Her tears fell down, and she cried and said:

"It's all my fault!"

"I'm going to die if I'm a little short of it."

She said: "I'm crying for pain, and I'm not here..."

She felt so painful that she lay down in front of her aunt's bed and couldn't get up, but if her aunt hadn't called him, he wouldn't know.

He didn't know she hurt.

Fu Yun did not stop her and let her vent her vent. He only held her hand when she was about to move and said hoarsely: "Don't move."

Fu Yun hugged her tightly, his chest was stuffy, but he didn't know how to vent.

He half-down his head, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was afraid of mingling with heartache, which made him feel a little tired both physically and mentally.

Zhou Yun's accusations were heard every word he heard, but he could not refute a single word.

He knew that she was worried and could not let go of the imperial concubine, so why didn't he accompany her to the Jujiao Palace?

There was snow outside, and the path was slippery. She had nothing to do now, but he was just afraid.

But she accidentally slipped...

Fu Yun paused suddenly and didn't dare to think further.

He said hoarsely, "...I am not good, I should be with you."

Zhou Yun paused and barely stopped.

At the New Year banquet, all the officials in the court were there, and the crown prince and king An accompanied the emperor. Even if the New Year banquet was nothing, how could he leave?

Zhou Yun knew that she was making trouble.

But she couldn't control it.

She was rarely fragile and couldn't help but rely on him, so she said, "I will have to accompany me in the future."

Fu Yun paused for a moment, raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, and whispered to her:

"good."

It was too late, and Concubine Zhen was worried about Zhou Yun's body, so she left Zhou Yun in the palace on New Year's Eve.

Since Zhou Yun stayed, Fu Yun could not leave the palace.

It was late at night that night was so rich that it could not melt, and the cold wind blew the bamboo forest rustled.

In the Jujiao Hall.

Concubine Zhen sat on the couch and saw Fuling coming in with medicine. She raised her hand and stroked her forehead, coughed and asked, "Has Yun'er fallen asleep?"

Fuling nodded, looking worried again: "The lights were turned off in the side palace. Empress, you are not resting now. If you ask the girl to know, wouldn't you tell the girl to worry?"

Concubine Zhen looked helpless, she barely bowed her head, slightly bitter:

"How can I sleep in this palace?"

As soon as she closed her eyes, it was a scene where the blood in Jujiao Palace was more than ten years ago and the darkness of Yuner was intertwined today.

How can she sleep?

Fuling was so hoarse that she didn't know what to persuade her. She turned her head, took a deep breath, wiped her tears, and after a while, she turned around and smiled: "Empress always like this..."

I always think too much in my heart and feel depressed. How can my body be well?

Concubine Zhen leaned against the bed, her eyes gently swept across the exquisite glory of the hall, and suddenly she chuckled.

She remembered the fact that she asked Fuling to investigate before. She naturally figured out who invited the imperial physician.

Sighing slowly, she said:

"Foling, do you think this palace has done something wrong?"

She was talking nonsense, and Fuling looked up at her in confusion.

Princess Zhen lowered her eyes and said softly:

"Maybe this palace shouldn't marry Zhou Yun into the royal family..."

But she raised Yun'er too flamboyantly. How could the man in the world be able to bear it for a while?

Who is not marrying?

At least this royal family also has the glory and wealth that Yuner likes.

Moreover, she knows Fu Yun so well.

Even if he has no feelings for Yun'er, he just thinks that he repays her love for saving his life back then, and he will treat Yun'er well, and will never treat Yun'er unfairly.

After hearing this, Fuling finally knew why she said the previous sentence.

Fuling whispered:

"Why should I do this, according to my servants, Your Highness treats the girl very well."

After hearing the words, Concubine Zhen just shook her head, and she said in a cool voice:

"No matter how good it is, there is no one in the backyard, and your highness can't compare with him."

Fuling was hoarse and could not speak. She was a pair of people in her life. She just thought it was something that existed in the story book.

But who knew that over the years, Lord Shen really did not marry or accept the girl for the sake of her.

Fuling looked at the Empress, suddenly curious:

"If Lord Shen really asked the Empress to marry the girl, would the Empress agree?"

The hall was silent for a while, and a sigh of regret suddenly sounded.

Concubine Zhen coughed lightly, she turned her head and looked at Fuling, lowered her voice without any hesitation: "No."

Fuling barely pursed her lips: "Because of Lord Shen's body."
To be continued...