Chapter 1142: Take her into the palace

Xiao Mingyue caught the small porcelain bottle.
She shook the porcelain bottle and said faintly: "What good is it to marry my imperial brother, the emperor's third palace and the sixth courtyard, you will be a concubine in the palace, and you will be alone for the rest of your life. It is better to marry into the prince and generals family. Anyway, I'm also the mistress of the house, and I have the final say on everything, isn't it unhappy?"
Jiang Tian pursed her small mouth: "But I have liked Your Majesty since I was a child...That's it, you are as bad as Ning Tingju, don't help me, I will find a way to go! Humph!"
She ran out of Changle Palace in anger.
Xiao Mingyue rubbed the small porcelain bottle.
In order to make Sister Pei jealous, the emperor deliberately drafted more than a dozen women into the palace.
She pityed her and let her go for not letting Sister Jiang enter the palace.
Sister Jiang always likes to be stupid, but fortunately...
The cousin of the Shen family was secretly protecting him.
Xiao Mingyue didn't think much about Jiang Tian and Shen Zhinan, put the small porcelain bottle into the makeup interlayer, and stared at the diamond bronze mirror in front of her.
Sister Pei doesn't like the emperor's brother. If she continues to stay in Chang'an, she will only be hurt by the emperor's brother.
She wanted to use the fake death medicine to send sister Pei away from Chang'an.
It's just that the emperor's brother forbids her to visit Sister Pei, and how to deliver the medicine to her is a problem.
In the mirror, the girl slowly raised her eyes.
Sister Pei is so smart, she believes she will have a way to leave Dali Temple.
She only needs to wait quietly to see Sister Pei.
With proper consideration, Xiao Mingyue lightly hummed the ballads taught by her mother, and began to dress up the mirror.
In the mirror, the little princess was still young, but in those beautiful and delicate phoenix eyes, there was a pure and peaceful insight into the world.
...
Dali Temple Dungeon.
The underground was dark and damp. Pei Chuchu drenched the bedding with tea without expression and opened his eyes, and just lay quietly on the mattress all night.
Although the weather is warming at the turn of spring and summer, it can be cold at night.
The next day, she contracted a wind chill without accident.
When the jailer came to deliver meals at night, he saw that the food boxes for breakfast and lunch were all placed in place, without moving a chopstick.
He also knew that there were noble people living in this cell, and he was anxious, so he boldly looked in through the gap in the fence, but saw that the curtain was hanging down, and there was a person lying vaguely inside.
He whispered anxiously: "Bai, Madam Pei?"
The person in the account did not respond.
The jailer swallowed, fearing that she would be held accountable if something happened, so he knocked the cell door and raised his voice: "Miss Pei? Madam Pei! What happened to you?!"
The person in the account remained motionless.
The jailer was even more panicked. He didn't dare to open the prison door privately, and hurriedly crawled out of the dungeon: "My lord, something has happened! There has been an accident with Madam Pei!"
...
When Xiao Dingzhao got the news, it was already an hour later.
He was reviewing the memorial, and the maidservant held the volume, read the list of concubines who entered the palace carefully, and read their respective palaces carefully.
Xiao Dingzhao frowned, writing very scribbled, but he didn't know whether he was troubled by the affairs of the country or was disturbed by the affairs of the harem.
When he was upset, the officials of Dali Temple hurried in and explained the situation of Pei Chuchu in a few words: "...Your Majesty is not allowed to open the prison door without authorization, so I don't know what's going on inside. The jailer called out many voices. No response, I don’t know if it’s sick or gone—"
Before he could say anything, the official felt a sharp as a knife's sight falling on him.
He shivered, and quickly lowered his head: "Weichen didn't know what to do, so he went to the palace to ask your majesty! Please your majesty for instructions!"
Instructions?
Point a fart!
Xiao Dingzhao's face was extremely ugly.
He got up and strode out of the study: "Be prepared! Go and call the sentence of the Taiyuan Hospital. I want him to reach the Dali Temple dungeon within half an hour!"
The hurriedly went to do it.
But I said in my heart, just the old courtyard sentenced those trembling legs and feet, how could there be enough time for half an hour!
Your Majesty, he seemed to be cruel to the female officer Pei, and even sent her to Dali Temple, but in fact, he missed the female officer Pei extremely, right?
The dungeon is dim.
Xiao Dingzhao rushed into the cell hurriedly and opened the tent. Pei Chuchu lay quietly on the mattress, his chest undulating slightly, he was venting more and less air.
The bright and beautiful face of the past is now pale and haggard, full of melancholy and sickness.
Xiao Dingzhao breathed.
My heart inevitably throbbed.
He sat on the couch and whispered: "Sister Pei?"
The girl did not answer.
Xiao Dingzhao stretched out his hand and touched her forehead. The girl's forehead was hot, and a layer of dense cold sweat appeared on her forehead. The sideburns and pillow towel were wetted, and she should have a fever.
Xiao Dingzhao was very anxious. He wiped her sweat with a veil, and tried to feed her with water. He finally got to the old hospital and waited for someone to arrive. He immediately said, "Hurry up and see a doctor for her!"
The old court judge carefully took the pulse and said seriously: "The seasons change, the night is cold and cold, and the female officer Pei is not paying attention, and it is inevitable that she will catch the wind and cold. Coupled with the long-term living in a small and humid cell, the backlog of gas will make her bones worse. It's not good. It's easy to reduce the fever, but the female officer Pei's body is very delicate, and she needs to be carefully raised in order to be completely raised."
Xiao Dingzhao stared at the the couch with pity on his face.
He frowned: "You just need to prescribe medicine."
The court judge stroked his beard, his eyes flashed.
Female Officer Pei was responsible for scheduling affairs in the palace over the years, and he had also been favored by her...
He pondered, and slowly said: "Weichen said that it is easy to reduce fever, but it is difficult to recover from illness. As the saying goes, the disease goes away like a thread, and you have to change to a better home, so that female officer Pei can get better sooner."
"What you said is reasonable." Xiao Dingzhao didn't think deeply. He glanced at the cage-like cell, and his heart hurt again. "Come here, take Sister Pei into the Changle Palace. You must be quiet, don't disturb others. "
The hurriedly responded.
The cell immediately became busy.
Xiao Dingzhao didn't like that the touched Pei Chuchu, so he called a big-waisted mother who was in charge of carrying Pei Chuchu out, and then personally stared at the maids to clean up the bedding she had used.
Pei Chuchu's bones were very soft, and he was picked up by the mother, still unconscious.
Only when he left the cell, he quietly opened his eyes and slightly nodded towards the old courtyard.
The old court judged his beard and smiled and nodded calmly.
Pei Chuchu's wind and cold was not a fake. After being carried into the carriage, he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he was already lying in the luxurious and comfortable bedroom of Changle Palace.
The night outside the window was heavy, the sleeping hall was quiet, the golden lanterns leaped quietly, and the young emperor was frowning and reviewing memorials beside the book table not far away.
She looked at Xiao Dingzhao and pressed her lips blankly.
As if perceiving her sight, Xiao Dingzhao raised his head subconsciously.
Four eyes face each other.
Pei Chuchu almost instantly reduced the coldness of his eyes, showing only seven points of weakness, his tears were a little red, and his voice was hoarse and haggard: "Your Majesty..."