Queen of the Bloodthirsty Tyrant

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When Ling Xianger was in a daze, Rong Luo walked in with a tray in her hand.The strong smell of herbs wafted through the bedroom, and there was a bitter smell everywhere in Fengyi Pavilion.

"Princess, it's time to drink the medicine." Rong Luo put the tray on the big round table and asked Ling Xiang'er to take medicine.

Ling Xiang'er had a bitter face, and when she saw the soup Rong Luo brought, the soup in the bowl was pitch black, and she knew it was bitter at first glance.

Fear of drinking medicine was her habit since she was a child. At that time, Concubine Ling was still favored, and she invited the imperial physician to prescribe the medicine. When the maid brought the medicine, Ling Xiang'er had a bitter face like now.Concubine Ling would always coax her patiently and ask her to drink the medicine.

"Can I stop drinking?" Ling Xiang'er raised her head to meet Rong Luo's eyes, showing pitiful eyes.

Rong Luo couldn't help laughing, "Princess, good medicine is good for the disease."

If it wasn't for the abdominal wound, she wouldn't have had to drink this nasty soup.

She had sworn to take good care of herself, only in this way would she have the chance to win the emperor's favor, and be able to rescue Concubine Ling from the cold palace.

Picking up the bowl, Ling Xiang'er closed her eyes and drank the soup in one go.

After drinking, she put down the white jade porcelain bowl, and wiped the corners of her lower lips with silk.

Rong Luo tidied up the medicine bowls on the big round table, thinking about what happened before Xuan Wumian left, she looked at Ling Xiang'er with a listless face.

"Princess, if you are a bit sleepy, you might as well go and rest, anyway, no one will come to Fengyi Pavilion." Rong Luo wanted Ling Xiang'er to rest well and heal her wound as soon as possible.

Ling Xiang'er's face collapsed when she heard Rong Luo's words, "Why don't you go out for a walk with me?"

Being bored in the palace all day, she was a little out of breath.

On weekdays, only Xuan Tingyou was free to visit her, other than that, everyone who came to Fengyi Pavilion was looking for trouble for her.

Rong Luo didn't want Ling Xiang'er to go out to blow the cold wind, no matter how sunny and sunny the day outside was, it was approaching the end of the new year, and if it snowed, she would be frozen.Ling Xiang'er's body has been weak since she was a child, and it takes a long time to recover from minor illnesses and pains.

Coupled with the fact that she was already injured, Rong Luo didn't want Ling Xiang'er to go out to seek punishment.

"Princess, why don't you write a family letter to Concubine Ling?" In order to divert Ling Xiang'er's attention, Rong Luo made this trick.

Upon hearing Rong Luo's words, Ling Xiang'er's originally dull eyes suddenly brightened.That's right, why didn't she think of writing a family letter to the mother and concubine?Even if she can't go back now, at least she can write a letter home to Concubine Mu.

The mother and concubine who stayed in the cold palace had never received a letter from her family. If she received a letter from her family, her condition might improve.

Faith is the greatest support for people, and warm words can give people infinite hope and strength.

"Okay, I'll just listen to you today." Ling Xiang'er turned and walked into the study.

Rong Luo also followed in, Ling Xianger sat in front of the table, and Rong Luo was grinding for her.

As soon as she picked up the pen, Ling Xiang'er couldn't help crying when she thought of Concubine Ling who was far away from home.

She really wanted to go back to the Nanjun Kingdom, hold her concubine in her arms, and talk privately with her concubine, but unfortunately, that was just fantasy.Now she can't move an inch. Although she has the name of queen, she doesn't have the power of queen.In the palace, Song Yuling's orders and words are always more useful than her.

"Princess, don't cry. If you cry too much, you will damage your eyes." Rong Luo felt sorry for what happened to Ling Xiang'er, and stepped forward, hugging her who was crying.

The master and servant didn't notice Dou Wenjing who came in, and he stopped when he heard Ling Xiang'er's faint crying.

"Reporting to Empress Empress, the emperor is hosting a banquet tonight and I want empress empress to attend together." Dou Wenjing said, waving his hand to signal the eunuch who was following behind to present them with neon clothes and feather clothes.

Ling Xiang'er heard Dou Wenjing's voice, and hurriedly wiped away the tears on her cheeks.She returned to normal, and Rong Luo stepped aside.

She got up from the chair, "I'm really sorry to ask General Dou to come over." The words on her mouth were very polite.

Dou Wenjing didn't have a bad impression of Ling Xiang'er. Compared to Song Yuling, Ling Xiang'er was polite and well-known as a royal.With a blank expression on his face, he bowed to Ling Xiang'er.

"The last general is only doing things for the emperor, why bother to talk about it, the last general will not disturb the empress, so I will leave first." He walked out of the study as he spoke.

Rong Luo looked at Dou Wenjing who went out, and Ling Xianger's eyes stayed on the tray placed on the big round table.

Xuan Wumian hosted a banquet, so will the banquet be hosted by civil and military officials, or confidential ministers?

I really can't figure it out, he obviously doesn't like her, why he still tries every means to force the two of them to be in the same room.She is very afraid of getting along with Xuan Wumian, if she is not careful, her life will be in danger.

"Princess, look at the clothes and hairpins are so beautiful." Rong Luo stepped forward, picked up the hairpins on the tray, and marveled again and again.

The hairpin is indeed gorgeous, and the neon clothes and feather clothes are even more beautiful.Ling Xiang'er took a closer look and found that it was a dance suit.How could Xuan Wumian send someone to send such unseemly clothes?Whether it was intentional, or if she made it clear that she wanted to harm her, Ling Xiang'er didn't know.

If Xuan Wumian didn't see her wearing this skirt, he must be unhappy.

"Rong Luo, you don't need to serve here, go down." Ling Xiang'er didn't want Rong Luo to see her put on this dress.

Rong Luo was puzzled, obviously she was going to attend the emperor's banquet, why didn't the princess want her to serve her?

Rong Luo was a little anxious, "Did the maidservant do something wrong?"

"No. I can do it myself." Ling Xiang'er was really helpless, and didn't want to tell Rong Luo.

Seeing Ling Xianger's embarrassment, Rong Luo did not force her, and bowed to her.

"The maidservant retreated first, the princess called the maidservant if she had anything to do, and the maidservant waited outside the palace."

Nodding to Rong Luo, Ling Xiang'er picked up the tray and walked to the dressing table.

Putting down the tray in her hand, she sat in front of the dresser.Looking down at the ornaments in the tray, the bronze mirror reflected the fleeting sadness on her brow.

She really couldn't imagine what kind of mood Xuan Wumian sent Dou Wenjing to send these things to Fengyi Pavilion?

Tears rolled down drop by drop, and the smile on her face was almost forced.

Picking up the mahogany comb, she smiled, wanting to add a bit of splendor to tonight's feast, and bring a bit of surprise to Xuan Wumian.

People who are good are bullied, and horses who are good are ridden by others.She had endured it for too long, so long that she forgot to resist.

After combing her bun, she put on the accessories prepared on the tray, picked up the clothes and went behind the screen.This dress is too revealing. After putting it on, two lotus root arms are exposed, and the skirt barely covers half of her breasts. It is faintly visible with the curve of her breathing, which is very attractive.The belt just covered her injured abdomen, and the tiny bells made a subtle clanging sound as she walked.

Ling Xiang'er couldn't help but believe it, this dance dress was tailor-made for her.

Finally, she picked up the cloak hanging on the screen, put it on, and walked out of the inner hall.

"Rong Luo, come in!" Ling Xiang'er called Rong Luo who was waiting outside the bedroom.

After hearing the sound, Rong Luo came to Ling Xianger, and she saw that Ling Xianger had finished dressing.

Under the cloak, Rong Luo couldn't see the brilliance of that gorgeous dance outfit, so she couldn't help being curious.

"Help me with something, remember, don't be seen through." Ling Xiang'er warned Rong Luo to be careful.

She decided to fight back, even in exchange for Xuan Wumian's punishment, she would not hesitate to do so.

Xuan Wumian hosted a banquet for ministers of rank four or higher, the most important of which were the four ministers of military affairs.

Song Yuling was sitting next to Xuan Wumian, and her status surpassed that of Ling Xiang'er, who justifiably had the back seat.

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