The female supporting role in the movie is compassionate and kind

Eunuch Gao's forehead was sweating all the way as he followed his majesty.

These bastards behind him were all promoted by him. He is to blame for this. He is to blame for this.

To be honest, he was so frightened by the woman in white that he didn't dare to look at her face and didn't realize that she was the master of the harem.

At that moment, his legs and feet were out of control, and he subconsciously moved closer to His Majesty, who glanced at him sideways a few times.

It seemed as if his eyes clearly said, "That's it? You can't do it!"

After the beautiful lyrics and music came out, Eunuch Gao breathed a sigh of relief, but a huge stone weighed heavily on his heart again.

If this happened during the day, in the palace of the envoy Wen Chang, it would have been a beautiful afternoon.

A melodious voice, outstanding talent, a graceful figure and attractive dancing posture, everything is good except that the timing is wrong.

Otherwise, she would have to make a name for herself in this peaceful harem.

This envoy will have a hard time in the future. He has such a pretty face, but why is he so impatient?

What's the point of wishing you a long life and it's lonely at the top? Your Majesty has never seen her, so who can you expect to be with for a long time?

You feel cold before you even reach the top. Given your Majesty's temperament, if you dislike the cold, you might as well stay at a low place for the rest of your life.

It really hurts both yourself and others. No, that's not right. You can't say that. It's a good thing that the problem with the emperor was exposed earlier.

After entering the moonlit palace gate, Zhao Jingchen stopped the palace maid on duty from paying her respects, left her outside, and strode towards the bedroom.

When the door closed, Eunuch Gao's icy eyes pierced the people who followed him.

After receiving the gaze, the eunuchs all lowered their heads and dared not breathe.

He began to recall carefully whether he had accidentally revealed the whereabouts of His Majesty, and whether anyone around him was behaving strangely. For a moment, the air was eerily quiet.

Zhao Jingchen walked around the screen, took off his clothes, shoes and socks, and saw that Yue Jiaojiao had occupied the front part of the bed and was sleeping soundly.

He didn't want to disturb her, so he stepped over the bright moon and climbed into bed to sleep. He thought it would be difficult to fall asleep, but he didn't expect that he would feel sleepy soon after closing his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

"Wow, host, what are you doing?"

Jiujiu was surprised to find that the spiritual threads of her host were slowly penetrating into Zhao Jingchen's mind.

"Give him some mental counseling. He's been under a lot of stress for years, and he suffers from insomnia and headaches. This will help him relax and feel better."

"The host is wise. Zhao Jinchen went to work elsewhere, and he would definitely wake up the next day with a sore back, a headache, irritability and discomfort.

If he can sleep well here at the host's place and wake up feeling refreshed the next day, he will definitely come here more often."

"Well, you are worthy of being the smartest ruler in the world."

Rongrong and her two little sisters knelt on the gravel road. The ground was deep and dewy, and soon their trouser legs were wet.

The other little palace maid who called Zhiyi was exhausted and was staggering on her knees.

If Rongrong hadn't been watching over him, he would have fallen to the ground and hit his head with a bloody mark.

"Sister Rongrong, is it already two hours? I feel so dizzy, am I going to die?"

"Don't be silly, you'll be fine."

Rongrong touched her forehead and felt it was terribly hot. She looked around and saw that there was no one around. For the first time, she had the idea of pretending to obey but actually disobeying.

Zhiyi gritted his teeth and slowly stood up, his eyes wide open, looking at Rongrong in disbelief.

"Sister Rongrong, will this be okay?"

"You're about to lose your life, why bother with these rules?"

Thinking of what her master and her maid always said about everyone being equal, Rongrong deceived herself and comforted Zhiyi.

"The master is a soft-hearted person. She was just angry tonight. If we don't tell her, she will definitely not make things difficult for us if she finds out by accident."

As he spoke, he helped Zhiyi to her feet. Zhiyi asked innocently, "Can we sneak back to the house now?"

"No."

The two of them limped to a secluded place to sit. Zhiyi was really burning with heat, so Rongrong tore the hem of her clothes and ran to wet them to cool Zhiyi down.

Unfortunately, it had little effect. She didn't have the courage to take the person back and could only offer comfort weakly.

"Zhiyi, hold on a little longer, the time will be up soon."

Zhiyi gave her a pale and weak smile, "Don't worry, Sister Rongrong, I can do it. I'm a little sleepy. Can I lean on your shoulder and sleep for a while?"

"Go to sleep. Sister Rongrong will be with you. You'll be fine when you wake up."

The night watchman's call sounded, and two hours finally passed. Rongrong shook Zhiyi in ecstasy.

"We can go back to the palace now."

"Um……"

Seeing that she was delirious with fever and couldn't even open her eyelids, Rongrong's heart sank to the bottom.

Without saying a word, he carried the person on his back and limped towards Lanlin Palace, with only one belief in his heart: Zhiyi must not die.

Rongrong's family conditions were poor, and she had never had enough to eat or wear since she was a child. She had gained some weight in the past few years since entering the palace, but she was still weak inside.

The cold wind that night made her sick and she fell several times on the road.

When she reached the gate of Lanlin Palace, she finally relaxed her breath. The young eunuchs and palace maids saw how miserable they were and came forward to ask about their concerns.

She asked two other familiar palace maids to help carry Zhiyi back to their room, and asked a young eunuch with quick legs to go to the Imperial Hospital to ask a pharmacist to come and take a look.

The little medicine boy came quickly, but after taking Zhiyi's pulse, he flipped her eyelids and shook his head.

Rongrong burst into tears, regretting it so much that her intestines turned green.

If I had been braver and brought Zhiyi back earlier, would she still be saved?

That lively and lovely little girl is about to leave this world at the age of 14.

A mixture of various emotions made Rongrong unable to think rationally. She knelt on the ground and began to kowtow.

I asked the medicine boy to take another look, saying that the cost of medicine was not a problem. The little medicine boy sighed and said that if he could invite a royal physician, there might be a glimmer of hope.

The imperial physicians all served the masters in the palace, and a little palace maid like her would never be able to invite anyone.

Rongrong stood up, wiped her tears and rushed out. The only one who could save Zhiyi was the master of Lanlin Palace.

No matter what the result is, she has to give it a try, otherwise she will definitely regret it and blame herself for the rest of her life.