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Qifeng Palace.
When the empress stepped into the inner room of the palace, she saw Dugu Mingyue sitting in front of the dressing table, slightly stunned.
In her impression, Dugu Mingyue's graceful and luxurious demeanor has dissipated a lot, and her whole person faintly reveals a more charitable atmosphere.
"I, my concubine, see you, Your Majesty."
Dugu Mingyue came back to her senses and saw Xuanyuan Jing arriving. She quickly stood up and saluted, her eyes filled with joy and she smiled.
The empress nodded. She noticed that Dugu Mingyue had not applied makeup on her face. Although her cheeks were as delicate as before, they were less bright and colorful.
She also noticed that Dugu Mingyue's face was ruddy, but slightly pale.
The words she had originally prepared seemed to be stuck in her throat. The empress felt that it would be better to mention a few topics first to polish it up. She said lightly:
"Is the Queen feeling unwell?"
"Your Majesty, I have no concubine." Dugu Mingyue looked at her kindly, caressing her belly gently, and smiled gently:
"I'm just lucky to have God's grace. I'm really scared, but I don't know how to taste the food and accommodation."
The empress' eyes trembled as she sensed Dugu Mingyue's faintly maternal attitude.
She coughed dryly, feeling that this topic was not a good one, so she changed the subject:
"When I came in, I saw the queen sitting in front of the dressing table. Is there anything on her mind?
Or are rouge and gouache not to your liking? "
"Your Majesty, forgive me."
Dugu Mingyue thought that Xuanyuan Jing was blaming her, knowing that the emperor was coming and not applying makeup to greet him regardless of manners.
Her red lips pursed tightly:
"I am just..."
The Empress frowned.
"I'm just... worried that the rouge and gouache would have an impact on the fetus in my belly, so I got up to greet the emperor without putting on makeup. Please forgive me!" Dugu Mingyue bowed.
The empress' heart trembled. Since Dugu Mingyue became pregnant, her graceful aura has been restrained, and she has gained a touch of gentleness and kindness.
She couldn't help but think of her mother-in-law.
Maybe it was so long ago that I can't remember the face of the mother-in-law.
But that gentle feeling of love still enveloped her.
The empress remembered that when she was a child, she was very masculine, beating her brothers at first and hitting palace maids and eunuchs at lower levels. Her father often blamed her for this, and her mother-in-law always rushed out to protect her, which often angered her father.
Being a mother brings strength... The empress' cold cheeks unconsciously raised a smile. Although she was a little stiff, the frost had receded a lot, and her originally majestic brows also gained a bit of warmth:
"It doesn't matter."
"Mother, the medicine is ready." At this moment, Qing'er's respectful voice came from outside the door.
"Drink the medicine first."
The empress finally found an outlet for the deepening entanglement in her heart. She no longer knew how to tell Dugu Mingyue her thoughts tactfully, and she was also embarrassed by the atmosphere at the moment.
Dugu Mingyue nodded and walked out of the house with the person in front of him.
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Zhao Wujiang's eyes were focused, and the spout of the medicine pot on the red clay stove kept emitting hot steam, and the lid kept shaking, as if it was about to rise up.
With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open, and the empress and Dugu Mingyue came out. Zhao Wujiang raised his eyes and saw that Dugu Mingyue's face was not depressed, but a little more happy. He felt relieved quietly. tone.
Qing'er brought a porcelain bowl, and Zhao Wujiang wrapped the medicine pot with a handkerchief and poured out the dark brown decoction. The bowl was full, slightly bubbling.
Dugu Mingyue glanced at him, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, and his beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and then relaxed again.
She sat at the table, holding the medicine bowl in her hand, waiting for the medicine to warm up.
The empress sat across from her, while Qing'er packed the small stove and medicine pot.
Zhao Wujiang stood behind the empress and looked at Dugu Mingyue who was holding the medicine bowl.
For a moment, except for Qing'er's busy voice, everything else in the room fell silent.
The fragrance of the decoction and the bitter and turbid smell floated in the room, and the empress frowned slowly:
"Why should the decoction of medicine be kept in the bedroom?
Wouldn't it be nice to have your servants cook the medicine and bring it to you warmly? "
As soon as she finished speaking, she was stunned.
Why else? Naturally it is for safety and for the sake of the fetus in the belly.
