Zhao An quickly lowered his head and clamped his legs as if he had to urinate.
"Mother, if the medicine becomes cold, the effect will not be good," he said.
Only then did Chen Yuru come back to her senses, hurriedly picked up the bowl containing the medicine on the table, and drank the Qiuzi decoction at a suitable temperature in one gulp.
Zhao An was waiting nearby, rubbing his hands eagerly under his wide sleeves.
"There are bursts of scalding heat coming from my lower abdomen. Is this normal?" Chen Yuru said, covering her lower abdomen.
Zhao An nodded perfunctorily, "This medicine is placed at the birthplace of Empress Wenrun, making it easier for the dragon spirit to enter."
Chen Yuru closed her eyes and carefully felt the effect of the decoction, with a flower-like smile of joy blooming on her face.
Suddenly, Chen Yuru's body trembled and she breathed heavily. She opened her slightly confused eyes.
"Zhao An, I, what's going on?"
Feeling something was wrong beneath her body, Chen Yuru's mind became increasingly confused.
Her body was weak and she sat down on the chair. It was obvious that the psychedelic drug had completely taken effect.
Zhao An smiled evilly and stepped forward, reaching out to take off her eyesore clothes and admiring her beauty.
"You bitch, you've known how to be cruel to me all day long. Today I want you to taste my power." He said cruelly.
However, Chen Yuru couldn't hear anything now. She held her hands in the air and muttered unconsciously, "It's hot, I'm so hot."
"Your Majesty, the heat will stop soon." Zhao An said.
He started directly and roughly spread her legs.
Chen Yuru exclaimed, blushing and hugging Zhao An's neck, her upper body shaking rapidly, rising and falling.
Then, a blushing and heart-pounding sound sounded in the hall.
Smelling the warm and delicate fragrance, Zhao An straightened Chen Yuru's sideways face and looked at her blood-swelling eyes.
"Who was the person who had a private meeting with you in your palace and was seen by Huang Zhong?" He asked in a low voice.
Chen Yuru let out bursts of shouts and jumped out word by word: "Yes, um, Chang Ming."
Zhao An seems to have heard this name somewhere.
By the way, that wizard from the Chen family, Chang Ming!
Certain information is connected in the brain.
Zhao An moved slightly slowly, allowing Chen Yuru to speak completely.
He asked again, "Old Prince Qian'an is seriously ill. Does it have anything to do with Chang Ming?"
Hearing this, the color on Chen Yuru's face disappeared, as if she was struggling with something to fight against, but she still couldn't resist the effects of the medicine.
"Chang Ming, he planted a child vood on the old guy. The old guy planted a child vood. The mother voodoo is on his son. If he wants to remove the poison, one of them will die."
What dark hands!
Zhao An stopped moving and hissed.
That Chang Ming is such a damn talent.
"Why did Chang Ming have a private meeting with you in the palace?" He asked again.
This time, Chen Yuru explained quickly.
"Dad said that he is interested in me and asked me to stabilize him first so that he can be used by our Chen Guogong Mansion."
No wonder Chang Ming, who was so capable, was willing to work for Chen Guogong's mansion.
It’s so hard for a hero to be a beauty!
But... Zhao An looked at the beauty beneath him and launched another attack.
Chen Yuru exclaimed repeatedly, her face seemed to be dripping with water.
Zhao An's lips curved into an evil smile. If Chang Ming saw the woman he admired being held down so happily, he didn't know how he would feel.
You're not going to kill him, are you?
Thinking this way, Zhao An felt even more happy.
After the exercise, he let out a thick breath.
Chen Yuru was completely unconscious, her body was slumped and leaning on the chair, her long hair hanging down from her shoulders, and she was still in love.
It's a pity that we don't have mobile phones in this era, so we can't record her like this.
Zhao An sighed, wiped the dirt off her body, put on her clothes, and assumed the same look as before she fell into coma.
Just kidding, if this stinky woman finds out the clues, she will definitely kill him on the spot.
So, you have to do a good job afterwards.
With a cry, Chen Yuru opened her eyes, and Zhao An quickly lowered his head and waited with low eyebrows.
"Why am I unconscious?" She murmured.
Feeling the discomfort coming from her body and the feeling of relief after sleeping, Chen Yuru frowned.
How is this going? Could it be?
She quickly scanned the room with her beautiful eyes and felt relieved after confirming that only Zhao An, the rootless eunuch, was the only one.
Chen Yuru's face returned to a proud and condescending expression. As she stood up, her legs gave out and she fell back onto the chair.
Zhao An used all his strength to hold back his laughter.
He deserved it, who allowed her to boss him around all day long.
Chen Yuru slammed the table angrily, "You bastard, what did you give me to eat? Why can't I feel my legs!"
Zhao An said without changing his expression, "Madam, you can't feel your legs. Maybe you can't recover from sitting for too long. Just wait for a while."
"As for fainting, it's because the child-seeking medicine contains almost all medicinal materials that are very tonic for the body. You are weak and it is naturally difficult to digest the medicinal materials."
Doing and sitting are actually quite similar.
Chen Yuru seemed to be moved by these words, with embarrassment on her pretty face, and then she nodded coldly.
"Just back off."
"Yes." Zhao An said.
After leaving the Yangxin Palace, he went to the Emperor's Inner Palace feeling refreshed.
He is probably the most idle eunuch in the entire palace.
Entering the inner hall, Zhao An told the empress all the information he had learned.
"Damn it, they are so vicious!" The empress was furious and slammed her hand on the table.
Everything on the table trembled, and the teacup almost rolled to the ground. Fortunately, Zhao An had quick eyesight and quick hands to protect him.
In the future, these will be antiques, good things, and he will feel bad if they break.
I don’t know if I can grab a few when I go back.
If he could really bring antiques back to modern times, he would have no shortage of money to spend.
"Zhao An." The empress suddenly said.
Zhao An was immediately brought back to his senses and looked at her doubtfully.
At this moment, the empress showed a bit of helplessness on her face.
"Except for Prince Qian'an, there is no one else available to me. Fortunately, you are here."
Zhao An suddenly began to express his emotions, and Zhao An stared at her with wide eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.
The empress continued, "I, can I believe you?"
"The emperor and I are grasshoppers in the same boat, so we can naturally trust him," Zhao And said.
As he said this, he added in his mind.
Empress, just don’t backstab him!
"Zhao An, I will summon the old prince Qian'an back to Beijing to discuss countermeasures. The journey back to Beijing will inevitably be uneasy. I will leave all the power to you to control this matter remotely, okay?" the empress said softly.
Listening to her deliberately slow tone, Zhao An sneered inwardly.
No wonder she was playing the emotional card, she had to let him do the work.
"Your Majesty, it's hard for a servant to handle such an important task." Zhao An shied away.
It's not like he's mentally ill, so how could he rush to do the bad things?
