Concubine Yao, you are too presumptuous!

Gong Xianqing was quickly found, but she was overly frightened and passed out when she was sent back to Emperor Wen.

When Gong Xian woke up, he was already in the palace, with a cold ointment on his arm, and a faint scent of medicine in his nose.

"Ning'er..."

Gong Xian called out, and Ning'er walked over immediately, with an anxious expression on her face, and she was relieved to see Gong Xian woke up.

"Concubine Yao, you are finally awake!"

Ning'er just knelt down and thanked God.

"How long has this palace been asleep?"

Gong Xianqing supported her forehead and frowned tightly. Her pale face was a little more sickly and beautiful, that kind of fragile and weak like dewdrops on flower petals, which would fall and shatter at any time.

"One night, fortunately you woke up, the emperor is worried."

Ning'er helped Gong Xianqing get up, sat down at the table, looked at the bowl of dark medicine, Gong Xianqing frowned, feeling sick to her stomach.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

Gong Xianqing turned her head away, she didn't want to look at the bowl of medicine, she didn't want to pretend to be sick, and ended up drinking some extremely bitter medicine.

"It's for the body, you can drink it, ma'am!"

Ning'er picked up the bowl of medicine and stirred it a few times, and she could still see the hot smoke, but Gong Xianqing really didn't like to drink medicine, especially such bitter medicine.

"Don't drink, take it!"

When Gong Xianqing said this, Ning'er was in a dilemma, Nan Qianmo specially asked the imperial doctor to bring this medicine, if Gong Xianqing didn't drink it, wouldn't it be a rebellion?

"But... this medicine is from the Empress Dowager... ordered the imperial doctor to bring it over, and told you to drink it to strengthen your body."

When Gong Xianqing heard that Nan Qianmo had brought it, she looked at the bowl of medicine again... She frowned, and looked away again.

"Leave it alone."

Gong Xianqing really didn't want to drink, but she never thought about it. At this time, Nan Qianmo came. That person was still graceful and luxurious, and she was dressed in an orange peony and phoenix palace attire, showing her magnificence and dignity.

With Ning'er's support, Gong Xianqing greeted Nan Qianmo, but Nan Qianmo looked at the bowl of medicine that Ning'er put back on the table, but did not drink half a spoonful.

"You go back first."

Nan Qianmo dismissed Ning'er and Yunran, then sat down at the table, picked up the medicine for that night, and stirred it a few times.

"But afraid of the pain of the medicine?"

Nan Qianmo knew that the dark medicine must be bitter, and seeing the man's frown, she guessed it.

"Ah."

Gong Xianqing didn't shy away from anything, she really didn't like to drink bitter medicine.

Nan Qianmo chuckled, said nothing, put down the medicine, took out a package of things from his wide sleeve, and slowly opened it.

Gong Xianqing watched the movement of the slender fingers slowly opening the oil paper, and couldn't help feeling that no matter what this woman did, she was so graceful.

When the oiled paper was opened, a few pieces of exquisite candied fruit appeared in Gong Xianqing's eyes, and a warm current flowed through his heart.

"Drink the medicine, and then eat the candied fruit, it won't be bitter."

Nan Qianmo pushed the oil paper in front of Gong Xianqing, there was no smile at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes that were always covered with frost and snow became gentle.

Gong Xianqing took the bowl of medicine, brought it to her lips, and stopped for a while, but Nan Qianmo's eyes kept falling on her, forcing her to drink it down.

The black concoction flowed into her mouth, and the tip of her tongue tasted the disgustingly bitter taste. After putting down the bowl, she immediately picked up the candied fruit on the oil paper and put it in her mouth. The sweet and sour taste eased the pain. Disgusting bitter taste.

"Is it still suffering?"

Nan Qianmo smiled lightly, and poured a cup of hot tea, her beautiful eyes lowered, watching the hot tea being poured out of the pot, like a quiet and gentle woman, not the queen mother who is above ten thousand people.

"It's not bitter."

Gong Xianqing gave another piece of candied fruit to his mouth, and he felt the sweet and sour taste lingering on the tip of his tongue, making people aftertaste.

"Take a good rest, you don't have to come to say hello these days."

Nan Qianmo took a sip of tea, then got up to leave, and Gong Xianqing also got up and bowed slightly.

"Congratulations to the Queen Mother."

Gong Xianqing looked at Nan Qianmo's leaving back, a deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the smile reached his eyes.

After Ning'er came in, seeing the medicine that had bottomed out, she was so happy that she almost jumped up.

"Your Majesty, you finished drinking the medicine!"

Ning'er knew that Nan Qianmo must have a way to make Gong Xianqing drink the medicine.

"I'm still a little dizzy, please help me to bed!"

Gong Xianqing let Ning'er help her to lie down on the bed, thinking of Nan Qianmo's gentle and soft eyes just now, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth inadvertently.

In the past few days when Gong Xianqing was ill, Emperor Wen came to visit him every day, but every time he came, Gong Xianqing said he was sick in bed, and didn't talk nonsense with Emperor Wen.Empress brother Shu Ping also came a few times, bringing some bird's nest supplements, and Gong Xianqing would chat with her a few times.

Tonight is Nan Qianmo's first visit to Chengtian Palace since that day.

Gong Xianqing was still asleep, seeing Nan Qianmo coming, Ning'er wanted to wake up Gong Xianqing, but Nan Qianmo stopped her.

After dismissing Ning'er and Yunran, Nan Qianmo sat on the edge of Gong Xianqing's bed.

The man's complexion was much better than before, but the tonics prescribed by the imperial doctor were all tonics that he needed to sleep after drinking, so it was understandable that this man had been sleepy for the past few days.

She glanced at the man, and when she was about to leave, she heard the man calling.

"The Queen Mother..."

Nan Qianmo turned her head, but saw that the man did not open his beautiful eyes, but his long eyelashes kept trembling, his brows were furrowed, and he was talking in his sleep again.

Nan Qianmo looked at Gong Xianqing quietly for a while, and seeing that she stopped talking, she wanted to leave, but the man spoke again.

"cold…"

Nan Qianmo saw that silky white hand rubbed out of the quilt, Nan Qianmo sighed softly, pulled Gong Xianqing's hand back into the quilt, but at this moment, the cool hand held His wrist was very hard. For a moment, Nan Qianmo wanted to struggle hard, but it was obvious that the man had not opened his eyes, so he held back the movement.

"Don't leave me...alone..."

Gong Xianqing murmured, a warm tear rolled down from the corner of his eye, no one could bear to see that lovely and pitiful appearance.

Nan Qianmo silently let her hold his hand for a long time, her crescent eyebrows were slightly frowned, her red lips were tightly pursed, and the heart hidden under the heavy palace robe was beating quietly.

This person usually has a well-behaved face, hiding a restless heart, always looking for himself, and always trying to please him in different ways, occasionally making jokes, the cakes she made by herself always go to himself Sent, always looking energetic, but now...

That fragile appearance really makes people feel distressed... If this person has no purpose, it is good, if he has a purpose...

Nan Qianmo's beautiful eyes flashed a trace of coldness, and then she gently pulled away her grasped wrist.

After Gong Xianqing heard Nan Qianmo sigh softly, her breath disappeared with the sound of footsteps, and Gong Xianqing opened her eyes until she could no longer hear anyone's breath.

Looking at the empty room, Gong Xianqing touched the place where Nan Qianmo sat just now, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She moved, turned sideways, supported her head with one hand, showing a charming posture, and stretched out her slender index finger with the other hand to draw circles on the place where Nan Qianmo had been sitting.

"Nan Qianmo...a person who can single-handedly put down the prince's rebellion..."

Gong Xianqing turned around, lay her body flat again, closed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously drew a happy arc.

"My heart is so soft."

Gong Xianqing yawned, picked up the quilt, changed into a comfortable position, and fell asleep.

"Good night, Nan Qianmo."

Fengluan Palace is still brightly lit.

Nan Qianmo looked at the memorial in front of him, his face was as pale as that of Emperor Wen beside him.

"Since last year, the imperial court has transported no less than 50 taels of supplies to Longzhou. Liuzhu officials, Ribu Shaolang and Gongbu Shaolang, both reported severe drought in seven of the ten cities in Longzhou. The involvement is very serious, so the progress is slow."

Emperor Wen began to tell that they compared several memorials sent by Shaolang of the Ministry of Rites and Shaolang of the Ministry of Industry. With 50 supplies and seven cities, the progress would not be so slow.

"Send Mo Tianjian to investigate."

Nan Qianmo patted the wooden table, and the tea on the table splashed out. Emperor Wen and the eunuchs around Gong'e immediately knelt down.

"Queen mother calm down."

Emperor Wen knelt down and didn't dare to look at Nan Qianmo. The disaster relief was done by himself, and Nan Qianmo seldom intervened.

"If it is true that Shaolang from the Ministry of Rites and Shaolang from the Ministry of Industry embezzled relief supplies, they will be executed on the spot, and Mo Tianjian will send someone to take over the disaster relief first, and the positions of Shaolang from the Ministry of Rites and Shaolang from the Ministry of Industry will be filled later."

Mo Tianjian is a secret organization directly under the emperor's jurisdiction. It is responsible for monitoring and supervising the work of the six ministries. If there is no serious matter, Nan Qianmo will not sacrifice Mo Tianjian.

"You go down first."

Nan Qianmo dismissed all the maids and eunuchs, leaving Emperor Wen alone.

"This matter was negligent, please punish the queen mother."

Emperor Wen knelt and did not dare to raise his head, but Nan Qianmo looked at Emperor Wen coldly and said, "The matter of disaster relief is a matter of human life, how could the emperor be negligent in such matters!"

Nan Qianmo's voice was not loud, but full of majesty. She still hadn't let Emperor Wen stand up.

"Please punish the queen mother!"

Emperor Wen kept his head down all the time, because he was sick and weak, and he was always unable to do what he wanted in government affairs, so he usually asked Nan Qianmo for help, but this disaster relief was an important step in building the hearts of the people, so he insisted on taking the responsibility, unexpectedly Still messed up.

"Emperor, something has happened, we must find a way to solve it, and then we will be held accountable after the matter is resolved."

Nan Qianmo took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Go ahead, send Mo Tianjian, the emperor must also think about the candidates for Shaolang from the Ministry of Rites and Shaolang from the Ministry of Industry, so don't delay any longer."

"My son understands, my son will leave."

Emperor Wen retreated, and Yunran walked in, poured a cup of tea for Nan Qianmo, and Nan Qianmo took a sip.

"Don't worry, Queen Mother. After all, the emperor has only been on the throne for less than a year, and some things have to be done slowly."

Yunran comforted Nan Qianmo's emotions. It was rare to see Nan Qianmo so angry. It can be seen that Emperor Wen did not satisfy Nan Qianmo this time.

"Aijia is fine."

Nan Qianmo took a deep breath and took another sip of tea.

"Thanks to Gong Xianqing's reminder this time."

After Yunran said something, Nan Qianmo took off his coat and removed the beautiful bun on his head.

"It's time for Aijia to go to bed."

After Nan Qianmo finished speaking, Yun Ran also backed away tactfully, Nan Qianmo was angry, and most of the time, only she could digest the anger.

Nan Qianmo was lying on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep...

Gong Xianqing's... Reminder?