Travel through Shen Meizhuang to open the system and walk sideways in the harem

Shen Meimei was a little confused. Was there something on her face? She shouted again:

"Mog Khan, what's wrong with you? Does the wound still hurt?"

Moge was still in a daze. He stared at Shen Meimei without even blinking.

Wen Shichu was jealous. Although he had castrated himself, he was still a man at heart.

Seeing Moge looking at Shen Meimei like that, he felt very uncomfortable.

He squeezed over and whispered to Shen Meimei:

"Empress Hui, please take a rest. I will change the medicine for Mog Khan!"

After Wen Shichu finished speaking, he took the gauze and pressed it hard on Moge's arm.

Moge's face was distorted with pain. He turned to Wen Shichu and said:

"Doctor Wen, you are so clumsy, please ask Concubine Hui to change the medicine!"

Shen Meimei watched the two of them from the side and couldn't help but find it a little funny.

She knew that Wen Shichu was jealous because he liked her, but she was worried that Wen Shichu would be too violent and cause Moge's wound to split.

So, she smiled and said to Wen Shichu:

"Doctor Wen, stop arguing. Let me do it."

As she spoke, she took the gauze from Wen Shichu's hand and continued to change Moge's dressing carefully.

Moge looked at Shen Meimei with gratitude, his eyes full of tenderness.

He said softly, "Thank you, Concubine Hui, you are the fairy of Tianshan Mountain, the most beautiful woman in the world."

Shen Meimei smiled and replied:

"Mog Khan, you can't talk while I'm changing the bandages, or it will affect the healing of the wound and your arm will be useless!"

After she finished speaking, she continued to concentrate on changing Mog's dressing, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

Wen Shichu watched from the side and sighed inwardly.

He didn't want Shen Meimei to suffer so much. He was the imperial physician, but he just stood by and watched. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

After a few more days, Moge was able to get out of bed, and the emperor hosted a banquet for Moge in a side hall of the Yangxin Palace.

At the banquet, Prince Guo, Prince Shen and others were all present, and the concubines in the harem, including Concubine Hui, Concubine Duan, Concubine Jing, Concubine Xin and others sat down in order according to their rank.

In the corner, Shen Meimei actually saw Zhen Heng. She was puzzled. The emperor was entertaining Moge, so why was Zhen Heng here too?

The emperor looked at Mog below and said with a smile:

"Today, I am hosting a family dinner to entertain the Khan. I am treating you as a family member or brother. There is no need to be polite or reserved!"

Mog stood up, raised his glass and said:

"From now on, Junggar and the Qing Dynasty will become brother nations. As long as I, Mog, am here, there will never be another war!"

"Okay, let's drink together!" The emperor raised his glass, and everyone stood up and raised their glasses together.

Shen Meimei prayed in her heart, asking Moge to go back quickly, as she still had to prepare to complete the system task.

It was a pity that she was in a hurry to leave and did not ask Ding Dong carefully about the completion time of this task. Shen Meimei finished her wine, put down her glass, and stared at the singing and dancing in a daze.

Mog's eyes were all on Shen Meimei. He stood up again, raised his glass, and said loudly:

"Empress Huifei, I owe my arm to you. I toast to you. Thank you for giving me a second life!"

Shen Meimei finally came back to her senses. She looked at Moge and smiled, raising her glass and saying:

"I hope that Mog Khan will not forget the agreement and turn hostility into friendship from now on, which will benefit both the people and the country! God is merciful, Mog Khan does not need to worry about it!"

After saying that, she raised her head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp!

Soon, court songs and dances began, and a group of dancers in light gauze stepped onto the stage with graceful steps. Their dancing was light and graceful, as if they were fairies dancing gracefully.

After the dance was over, Mog sighed and said:

"Although this dance is beautiful, it is too monotonous. Wouldn't it be better if someone could sing a song?"

Shen Meimei thought of An Lingrong in the Yanxi Palace. If Lingrong sang a song at the banquet at this moment, wouldn’t Zhen Heng be able to see it?