Chapter 85: Emperor Ming Is Awake [III]
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A'll of a sudden, the emperor became more pleasant.
Zhao Ling was really unable to vomit, if not, she would have vomited blood. Your Majesty, do you have schizophrenia? That was so scary, do you think it was funny?
At this moment, the maid who was serving outside the hall came to report again: "Reporting to the emperor, Lord Xuan is outside to see you."
Why was he back again? Zhao Ling thought in confusion. Emperor Ming just woke up. Did he hear about the news so soon?
Emperor Ming smiled knowingly. "Announce him in."
In the flickering candlelight, a man who was as cold as jade but with a tight face shook his wheelchair and slowly entered the hall. Although he was dressed in black, he was depressed and gloomy, but in Zhao Ling's eyes, he was still arrogant, brilliant and dazzling.
Meng Yuan pushed the wheelchair and slowly stopped in front of the dragon bed.
"Meng Yuan has seen the emperor." His tone was as flat as ever, but Zhao Ling always felt that his performance today was a little unusual.
When Emperor Ming saw Meng Yuan, there was an instant light in his eyes, but it was only a flash. He calmly took a sip of the tea presented by Eunuch Li, and said to Meng Yuan jokingly, "Why did doctor Xuan come here late at night? Is he worried about me, or about his future princess?"
Zhao Ling's expression was a little unnatural when she heard these words. Unexpectedly, this emperor not only gossiped, but also loved to joke. Was it really appropriate to joke about one's courtiers on such occasions?
Meng Yuan's expression didn't change, and he still said coldly. "Since the emperor is all right, can you let Ling'er go back to rest? With so many women in the palace, it's probably not of your own make to ask Ling'er to take care of you."
He admitted that he was really angry when he heard Meng Tianjue say that he wanted Zhao Ling to accompany the emperor for the night.
His own Ling'er, why should she come to accompany this old man?
Hearing Meng Yuan's disrespectful tone, Emperor Ming didn't take it seriously, but smiled meaningfully, and said, "Child, you haven't gotten married to her yet, but you protect her so strictly. That's a dangerous way to go about it in this changing world. If you get married, then it would have been okay. Keep that in mind. It's alright, I'm tired too. You all can go."
Zhao Ling glanced at Meng Yuan somewhat unexpectedly thinking the emperor was very indulgent to him. Although she knew that it was not unreasonable for the emperor to be nice to him.
After all, Xuan Wang's mansion had made many contributions to the Dasheng Dynasty. Several generations of Xuan Wang died in battle, and Meng Yuan was physically disabled at a young age for the Dasheng Dynasty. The emperor felt guilty for him, and it was normal to be more tolerant.
Since Emperor Ming agreed to let her go, she certainly wouldn't miss such a good chance to escape. She didn't want to stay in this empty and unpopular palace at all. So, after she told Li Gong some precautions to take when taking care of the emperor, she pushed Meng Yuan away from the Funing Hall.
It was third watch and the palace gate was closed. Zhao Ling thought it was impossible to go home now. Fortunately, Emperor Ming was kind, and allocated a room for her in the side hall next to Funing Hall to let her rest for the night.
The palace maid who led the way was waiting by the side, and Zhao Ling could only say goodbye to Meng Yuan in a hurry. Meng Yuan clasped her hand silently, staring at her blankly.
There must be something wrong with this guy! Zhao Ling frowned slightly. She squatted down, faced him, and asked, "A-Yuan, what's wrong with you, did something happen?"
Meng Yuan smiled slightly, but with a bit of bitterness. He resisted the urge to embrace her, shook his head, and looked at her in a low voice: "I just don't want to be separated from Ling'er."
She glanced at him helplessly, patted the back of his hand, and said, "Go back and rest. I will go back to the Duke's Mansion tomorrow morning. Be careful with everything."
There were many people in the palace, and it was really not a good place to express one's sincere feelings. Zhao Ling understood his indifferent attitude towards her in Funing Hall today, which must be another way to protect her.
Situ Gong was already waiting by the side. Zhao Ling nodded at him. She wanted to ask him about the progress of the antidote for cold poison, but she gave up after thinking about it.
When one was in the palace, one must be careful in one's words and deeds, and be careful with every step.
The unfamiliar environment and the unfamiliar bed made Zhao Ling unaccustomed to everything. She was lying on a fairly spacious bed in the side hall with her clothes unbuttoned, and she didn't sleep all night.
It was the experience of this day that made her a little confused until now. In just one day, she basically got to know several important members of the royal family from Dasheng dynasty. Now her mind was like a movie, and their shadows flashed one by one.
The first prince made her feel danger, the third prince was quite invisible, and the seventh prince looked harmless, but it was definitely not easy.
Princess Yaohua was unruly and Princess Qionghua was quiet, but sometimes the quieter the persons, the more dangerous they were.
And that Concubine Li, Zhao Ling always felt that there was some kind of story between her and Meng Yuan.
In the second half of the night, a thunderstorm suddenly sounded in the sky, and then it began to rain heavily. Zhao Ling fell asleep on her pillow without knowing it.
In a daze, Zhao Ling was awakened by the noise that gradually sounded outside the hall. Looking at the sky, she was already feeling her own energy for the day.
She got up, straightened her clothes, called the maids who were serving outside to wash her face, and after washing a little, she wondered if she should go see Emperor Ming, and said goodbye to him by the way.
She just didn't know if he was still resting or not. If she disturbed him so early, would it anger the emperor?
While she was still hesitating, she heard a scream from a distance outside.
"Dead! Dead!"
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A'll of a sudden, the emperor became more pleasant.
Zhao Ling was really unable to vomit, if not, she would have vomited blood. Your Majesty, do you have schizophrenia? That was so scary, do you think it was funny?
At this moment, the maid who was serving outside the hall came to report again: "Reporting to the emperor, Lord Xuan is outside to see you."
Why was he back again? Zhao Ling thought in confusion. Emperor Ming just woke up. Did he hear about the news so soon?
Emperor Ming smiled knowingly. "Announce him in."
In the flickering candlelight, a man who was as cold as jade but with a tight face shook his wheelchair and slowly entered the hall. Although he was dressed in black, he was depressed and gloomy, but in Zhao Ling's eyes, he was still arrogant, brilliant and dazzling.
Meng Yuan pushed the wheelchair and slowly stopped in front of the dragon bed.
"Meng Yuan has seen the emperor." His tone was as flat as ever, but Zhao Ling always felt that his performance today was a little unusual.
When Emperor Ming saw Meng Yuan, there was an instant light in his eyes, but it was only a flash. He calmly took a sip of the tea presented by Eunuch Li, and said to Meng Yuan jokingly, "Why did doctor Xuan come here late at night? Is he worried about me, or about his future princess?"
Zhao Ling's expression was a little unnatural when she heard these words. Unexpectedly, this emperor not only gossiped, but also loved to joke. Was it really appropriate to joke about one's courtiers on such occasions?
Meng Yuan's expression didn't change, and he still said coldly. "Since the emperor is all right, can you let Ling'er go back to rest? With so many women in the palace, it's probably not of your own make to ask Ling'er to take care of you."
He admitted that he was really angry when he heard Meng Tianjue say that he wanted Zhao Ling to accompany the emperor for the night.
His own Ling'er, why should she come to accompany this old man?
Hearing Meng Yuan's disrespectful tone, Emperor Ming didn't take it seriously, but smiled meaningfully, and said, "Child, you haven't gotten married to her yet, but you protect her so strictly. That's a dangerous way to go about it in this changing world. If you get married, then it would have been okay. Keep that in mind. It's alright, I'm tired too. You all can go."
Zhao Ling glanced at Meng Yuan somewhat unexpectedly thinking the emperor was very indulgent to him. Although she knew that it was not unreasonable for the emperor to be nice to him.
After all, Xuan Wang's mansion had made many contributions to the Dasheng Dynasty. Several generations of Xuan Wang died in battle, and Meng Yuan was physically disabled at a young age for the Dasheng Dynasty. The emperor felt guilty for him, and it was normal to be more tolerant.
Since Emperor Ming agreed to let her go, she certainly wouldn't miss such a good chance to escape. She didn't want to stay in this empty and unpopular palace at all. So, after she told Li Gong some precautions to take when taking care of the emperor, she pushed Meng Yuan away from the Funing Hall.
It was third watch and the palace gate was closed. Zhao Ling thought it was impossible to go home now. Fortunately, Emperor Ming was kind, and allocated a room for her in the side hall next to Funing Hall to let her rest for the night.
The palace maid who led the way was waiting by the side, and Zhao Ling could only say goodbye to Meng Yuan in a hurry. Meng Yuan clasped her hand silently, staring at her blankly.
There must be something wrong with this guy! Zhao Ling frowned slightly. She squatted down, faced him, and asked, "A-Yuan, what's wrong with you, did something happen?"
Meng Yuan smiled slightly, but with a bit of bitterness. He resisted the urge to embrace her, shook his head, and looked at her in a low voice: "I just don't want to be separated from Ling'er."
She glanced at him helplessly, patted the back of his hand, and said, "Go back and rest. I will go back to the Duke's Mansion tomorrow morning. Be careful with everything."
There were many people in the palace, and it was really not a good place to express one's sincere feelings. Zhao Ling understood his indifferent attitude towards her in Funing Hall today, which must be another way to protect her.
Situ Gong was already waiting by the side. Zhao Ling nodded at him. She wanted to ask him about the progress of the antidote for cold poison, but she gave up after thinking about it.
When one was in the palace, one must be careful in one's words and deeds, and be careful with every step.
The unfamiliar environment and the unfamiliar bed made Zhao Ling unaccustomed to everything. She was lying on a fairly spacious bed in the side hall with her clothes unbuttoned, and she didn't sleep all night.
It was the experience of this day that made her a little confused until now. In just one day, she basically got to know several important members of the royal family from Dasheng dynasty. Now her mind was like a movie, and their shadows flashed one by one.
The first prince made her feel danger, the third prince was quite invisible, and the seventh prince looked harmless, but it was definitely not easy.
Princess Yaohua was unruly and Princess Qionghua was quiet, but sometimes the quieter the persons, the more dangerous they were.
And that Concubine Li, Zhao Ling always felt that there was some kind of story between her and Meng Yuan.
In the second half of the night, a thunderstorm suddenly sounded in the sky, and then it began to rain heavily. Zhao Ling fell asleep on her pillow without knowing it.
In a daze, Zhao Ling was awakened by the noise that gradually sounded outside the hall. Looking at the sky, she was already feeling her own energy for the day.
She got up, straightened her clothes, called the maids who were serving outside to wash her face, and after washing a little, she wondered if she should go see Emperor Ming, and said goodbye to him by the way.
She just didn't know if he was still resting or not. If she disturbed him so early, would it anger the emperor?
While she was still hesitating, she heard a scream from a distance outside.
"Dead! Dead!"
A'll of a sudden, the emperor became more pleasant.Zhao Ling was really unable to vomit, if not, she would have vomited blood. Your Majesty, do you have schizophrenia? That was so scary, do you think it was funny?At this moment, the maid who was serving outside the hall came to report again: "Reporting to the emperor, Lord Xuan is outside to see you."Why was he back again? Zhao Ling thought in confusion. Emperor Ming just woke up. Did he hear about the news so soon?Emperor Ming smiled knowingly. "Announce him in."In the flickering candlelight, a man who was as cold as jade but with a tight face shook his wheelchair and slowly entered the hall. Although he was dressed in black, he was depressed and gloomy, but in Zhao Ling's eyes, he was still arrogant, brilliant and dazzling.Meng Yuan pushed the wheelchair and slowly stopped in front of the dragon bed."Meng Yuan has seen the emperor." His tone was as flat as ever, but Zhao Ling always felt that his performance today was a little unusual.When Emperor Ming saw Meng Yuan, there was an instant light in his eyes, but it was only a flash. He calmly took a sip of the tea presented by Eunuch Li, and said to Meng Yuan jokingly, "Why did doctor Xuan come here late at night? Is he worried about me, or about his future princess?"Zhao Ling's expression was a little unnatural when she heard these words. Unexpectedly, this emperor not only gossiped, but also loved to joke. Was it really appropriate to joke about one's courtiers on such occasions?Meng Yuan's expression didn't change, and he still said coldly. "Since the emperor is all right, can you let Ling'er go back to rest? With so many women in the palace, it's probably not of your own make to ask Ling'er to take care of you."He admitted that he was really angry when he heard Meng Tianjue say that he wanted Zhao Ling to accompany the emperor for the night.His own Ling'er, why should she come to accompany this old man?Hearing Meng Yuan's disrespectful tone, Emperor Ming didn't take it seriously, but smiled meaningfully, and said, "Child, you haven't gotten married to her yet, but you protect her so strictly. That's a dangerous way to go about it in this changing world. If you get married, then it would have been okay. Keep that in mind. It's alright, I'm tired too. You all can go."Zhao Ling glanced at Meng Yuan somewhat unexpectedly thinking the emperor was very indulgent to him. Although she knew that it was not unreasonable for the emperor to be nice to him.After all, Xuan Wang's mansion had made many contributions to the Dasheng Dynasty. Several generations of Xuan Wang died in battle, and Meng Yuan was physically disabled at a young age for the Dasheng Dynasty. The emperor felt guilty for him, and it was normal to be more tolerant.Since Emperor Ming agreed to let her go, she certainly wouldn't miss such a good chance to escape. She didn't want to stay in this empty and unpopular palace at all. So, after she told Li Gong some precautions to take when taking care of the emperor, she pushed Meng Yuan away from the Funing Hall.It was third watch and the palace gate was closed. Zhao Ling thought it was impossible to go home now. Fortunately, Emperor Ming was kind, and allocated a room for her in the side hall next to Funing Hall to let her rest for the night.The palace maid who led the way was waiting by the side, and Zhao Ling could only say goodbye to Meng Yuan in a hurry. Meng Yuan clasped her hand silently, staring at her blankly.There must be something wrong with this guy! Zhao Ling frowned slightly. She squatted down, faced him, and asked, "A-Yuan, what's wrong with you, did something happen?"Meng Yuan smiled slightly, but with a bit of bitterness. He resisted the urge to embrace her, shook his head, and looked at her in a low voice: "I just don't want to be separated from Ling'er."She glanced at him helplessly, patted the back of his hand, and said, "Go back and rest. I will go back to the Duke's Mansion tomorrow morning. Be careful with everything."There were many people in the palace, and it was really not a good place to express one's sincere feelings. Zhao Ling understood his indifferent attitude towards her in Funing Hall today, which must be another way to protect her.Situ Gong was already waiting by the side. Zhao Ling nodded at him. She wanted to ask him about the progress of the antidote for cold poison, but she gave up after thinking about it. When one was in the palace, one must be careful in one's words and deeds, and be careful with every step.The unfamiliar environment and the unfamiliar bed made Zhao Ling unaccustomed to everything. She was lying on a fairly spacious bed in the side hall with her clothes unbuttoned, and she didn't sleep all night.It was the experience of this day that made her a little confused until now. In just one day, she basically got to know several important members of the royal family from Dasheng dynasty. Now her mind was like a movie, and their shadows flashed one by one.The first prince made her feel danger, the third prince was quite invisible, and the seventh prince looked harmless, but it was definitely not easy. Princess Yaohua was unruly and Princess Qionghua was quiet, but sometimes the quieter the persons, the more dangerous they were. And that Concubine Li, Zhao Ling always felt that there was some kind of story between her and Meng Yuan.In the second half of the night, a thunderstorm suddenly sounded in the sky, and then it began to rain heavily. Zhao Ling fell asleep on her pillow without knowing it.In a daze, Zhao Ling was awakened by the noise that gradually sounded outside the hall. Looking at the sky, she was already feeling her own energy for the day. She got up, straightened her clothes, called the maids who were serving outside to wash her face, and after washing a little, she wondered if she should go see Emperor Ming, and said goodbye to him by the way.She just didn't know if he was still resting or not. If she disturbed him so early, would it anger the emperor?While she was still hesitating, she heard a scream from a distance outside. "Dead! Dead!"
