Fast-passing host super cold

Chapter 261 Emperor Cultivation Manual (4)

When the veterans tidied up their clothes and left, the imperial physician was also invited.

Qing Zhou was arranged to sit on the low couch next to her, her sitting posture was obedient and well-behaved.

The imperial doctor first took the pulse when he came in, and when his fingers touched the tender and hot skin of the little girl, he couldn't help shaking, and his tone was surprised: "Your Majesty, this fever has been going on for two or three hours, right? Why didn't anyone come to ask me to wait for treatment? "

Qing Zhou lowered her eyes and didn't reply, she knew that she didn't need her reply at this time.

Sure enough, Shang Jin had already spoken on his own.

"I'm afraid the servants below saw that the empress was young and didn't do her duty, so she should be punished! How about this? The few palace servants who are on duty today will each be punished with [-] slaps. Those who serve the empress's body will be directly executed with a stick... the empress What do you think, ma'am?"

He said so, but in fact Shang Jin had already taken full control of the initiative, and did not give Qing Zhou a chance to refute at all. Seeing the little girl's body swaying slightly with satisfaction, Shang Jin stood up and hooked her. lip smile.

"The minister asked someone to detain the palace servants."

Shang Jin went out to punish those servants. The imperial physician is not young. He has been on duty in the palace for many years. He is already a smart person. Naturally, he also understands who is the master of the three people in front of him.

He didn't say much anymore, he prescribed medicine for Qing Zhou, asked his servants to get the medicine, and then left.

After a while, there were screams outside one after another and the muffled sound of sticks touching flesh. Qingzhou knew that this was intentionally for her and the little emperor to listen to.

It is nothing more than to strengthen their fear of him in their hearts, and then engrave this fear into their instincts. When they grow up in the future, they will not be able to raise their minds to resist him.

Killing chickens to warn monkeys, slapping a sweet date, he is very proficient in doing it.

Qing Zhou lowered his eyes slightly, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the little emperor above him. His expression was still pure, but there was a bit of pity in his eyes that didn't match his age.

When the sounds outside gradually subsided, Qing Zhou, who had just finished taking the medicine, also felt a little drowsy.

When Shang Jin came in, he saw the little emperor sitting upright in front of the desk, who was clearly sleepy but trying to stay awake, and Qing Zhou who was sitting on the low couch leaning against the wall and closing his eyes, the inexplicable discord welled up in his heart. The feeling dissipated, and there was even a little suspicion that wanted to laugh at myself.

He made up his mind and said, "If your majesty and the empress are tired, go to bed. Lu Zhi, go and serve the empress and your majesty to bed."

"Yes." The maidservant standing beside her lowered her head slightly.

Qing Zhou opened his eyes and yawned.

Because it was late today and everyone in the Queen's Palace had been punished, Qing Zhou rested in the Hall of Mental Cultivation and shared a bed with the little emperor.

The environment of Yangxin Palace is slightly better than that of Zhaoyang Palace, at least the charcoal fire is prosperous, which is more suitable for recuperating.

The two of them are still young, and they are called husband and wife. Even if they share the same bed, the people below will not say anything.

Qing Zhou lay on the bed half-closed her eyes, the effect of the medicine had not been exerted yet, and she was drowsy from the fever.

Between half-dream and half-awake, a small figure climbed up from the bed, and then gently touched her forehead with her small hand. After a while, she heard the slight sound of the window opening, and after a few seconds, the A pair of cold hands were attached to her forehead.

That hand was really cold, sticky with the smell of snow outside, and the ice-cold Qing Zhou shivered physiologically and subconsciously.

She opened her eyes, and looked clearly at the little emperor who was kneeling beside her with a worried face.

"cold."

"But... Sister Empress, your forehead is very hot." The little emperor said in a soft voice, "Mother said that if you have a hot forehead, you are sick. If you are sick, you will die."

"..." Qing Zhou couldn't handle the child a little bit, and frowned with a headache, "Sleep, I won't die."

"Oh." The little emperor was used to obedience, shook the snow on his hands, and retracted his body under the quilt.

Qing Zhou reached out and patted his back comfortingly, then closed his eyes.

In fact, the relationship between the original owner and the little emperor can only be said to be average. The little emperor is too young to understand anything, but the original owner is also eight years old, so she has the basic ability to distinguish. She knows that there is no place for her in this palace, and she also knows Everyone here is the murderer of her family.

Naturally, she never had a good face towards the little emperor.

The little emperor was also timid towards her and rarely spoke to her.

If you want to talk about it today, it can be regarded as the first close contact of this tool-man couple.

Qing Zhou didn't think much, and fell into a deep sleep after a while.
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Early the next morning, when the sky was still dark, someone came to wake them up.

Although the little emperor is small, he still wants to go to the early court.

Although he's basically a mascot there.

Qing Zhou had a severe fever last night, now that the medicine is taking effect, and there are small light balls in his body to help recover, when he touched it again in the morning, the fever had subsided.

She put on her clothes as usual, and the little emperor next to her rubbed his eyes sleepily and looked at her, and asked in a childish voice, "Is the queen sister still hot today?"

Qingzhou: "...it's not hot anymore."

"That's good." The little emperor gave her a small smile, his eyes were pure and innocent, with the most natural kindness and tenderness.

The servants came in one file at a time, carrying basins and towels.

Shang Yufan went to the court, Qingzhou had nothing to do in the palace, the original owner just wandered here and there on weekdays, he didn't even dare to read a book, lest the regent or the prime minister think she had some small thoughts .

But in fact, her little cleverness has long been seen through by the two old foxes, the regent king and the prime minister. To be honest, they don't care about the original owner at all.

After all, whether the puppet queen is literate or not, whether she knows more or less, cannot change the fact that she is only an eight-year-old child.

It can't affect their overall situation at all.

Qing Zhou knew this very well in her heart, she unhurriedly took out a book from the bookshelf in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and sat by the bed to read it without carefully checking the type.

She reads very quickly, but in the eyes of others, this speed is probably just a child's random flipping on the spur of the moment.

A few maids glanced in her direction vaguely, and then turned their heads without paying attention.

Qing Zhou secretly wrote down the names of those maids in his heart.

Later, Qing Zhou picked up a few more books and flipped through them, his casual look made the maids below her even more indifferent.

She kept seeing that the sky was bright, and Shang Yufan also walked in from the outside.

The little emperor looked tired, and walked in slowly with dragging feet. The little dragon robe that didn't fit very well was half dragged on the ground, and there was no maid in the palace to help serve him.

Qing Zhou stared slightly, put down the book, stood up and walked towards him.

"Your Majesty, take off your robe."

"Well... thank you." Shang Yufan thanked him very politely, obediently took off his coat and handed it to her, then raised his hand hesitantly to touch her forehead.

　Good night babies!Thank you little cuties for the monthly pass!Love you guys!

　　The little emperor is still a little cautious hahahaha, he is super cute(?)
　　
　
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