Beloved Concubine System: The host is up to fight in the palace

Guo Qian frowned as he listened to the doctor's reply, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table.

"Ms. Xian Fei is already weak and acclimatized. She fell into the water a few days ago. She has been tired these days and her body can't bear it. It's better to take medicine slowly to replenish her body." Zhao The imperial physician spoke slowly.

Guo Gan frowned and said, "How long will it take to recuperate?"

"The Concubine Xian is empty and needs to be taken care of slowly. If there are results, it will only take two months. If there is no effect or the Concubine Xian will not be taken care of properly, it will take longer." Dr. Zhao continued.

Guo Qian cleared his throat, but he still felt weird. Every move that Concubine Xian made seemed strange to him, especially since Guo Qian felt that she could seize the opportunity to get sick every time. Guo Qian frowned, Concubine Xian, what are you running away from? ?

"Okay, let's go down. From now on, when you go to the imperial concubine to ask for pulse every day, you will go to the Xianfei for pulse."

"Yes." Doctor Zhao retreated.

Guo Qian could not deny that Concubine Xian was definitely not pretending to be ill, but why? She had been ill since she entered the palace and had never recovered. Guo Qian knocked on the table.

A group of people have just returned from Wei State. Do we need to send another group to Zhao State...

After thinking for a long time, he still didn't send anyone. There have been a lot of things recently, and King Xiang has started to make noises recently. Concubine Xian - let's see if her illness is better first, and let's talk about it if there are any more clues in the future.

In Weiyang Palace, Ping'er served Concubine Xian to drink medicine. Concubine Xian picked up a bowl. The bitter taste that hit her nostrils made her frown immediately, but she still sighed and drank it.

At this time, the eunuch next to her came in. Ping'er bowed to the man and went down. The man reached out and took two candied fruits from the small table beside her. When Concubine Xian put down the medicine bowl, he put his hand to her mouth. inside.

Concubine Xian smiled at him with a pale face, "Mu Yang."

The man sat next to her and rubbed her head, "Is it bitter?"

"It's not bitter." Concubine Xian looked at him with heart and eyes full.

"Then slave, are you going to praise our little princess? In the past, she refused to take a sip of the medicine and had to be coaxed. Now she doesn't mind the pain?" Mu Yang coaxed her lovingly, but his tone was a little regretful and sad. Anger.

Concubine Xian suddenly felt wet in her eyes. It was before, there were so many people coaxing her before, but now Concubine Xian looked up at his face.

Now she only has his, and she cherishes it but is also afraid of it. She cherishes it so much that she is too afraid to act coquettishly with him, as if she uses it once and loses it once...

Concubine Xian grabbed his sleeve and said softly, "Brother Muyang, don't get angry with Shuyao. As you know, Shuyao was not in good health when she was a child."

Yes, Leng Xiqing and the others got all false news. The princess of Zhao State was not gentle and elegant as they said. Instead, she had been sick since she was a child. However, as she got older, her body became healthier. She was very courageous. She was small, delicate and soft. What Leng Xiqing and the others were asking about was just the good name her father, princess and concubine had given her.

Mu Yang was a little helpless, "But you haven't been sick in the past two years. You were fine when you came here, but you started to get sick as soon as you got here..."

Concubine Xian frowned at him, "That wasn't the Queen's funeral. Aren't they all kneeling there? It's just that I'm relatively weak."

He looked up at Mu Yang carefully and said, "Isn't this bad? Shuyao doesn't need to sleep with you anymore."

Mu Yang suddenly stood up, "Shu Yao, since you entered the palace... did you make yourself sick on purpose?"

Concubine Xian swallowed, suppressed her nervousness, and pulled him to sit down, "Muyang! How could I deliberately make myself sick? You are overthinking it."

Mu Yang clenched his fists and said, "It's best not to. If you keep hurting yourself because I refuse to sleep with you..."

Mu Yang knelt down and raised his head to look into Concubine Xian's eyes, letting her hear every word clearly, "Then you might as well kill me..."

"How could it be possible, Mu Yang, you really are overthinking it. You should know how much I have hated getting sick since I was a child." Concubine Xian controlled herself not to dodge his gaze, but she still felt guilty and turned her head away pretending to be angry. To the side.

"That's good." Mu Yang sat next to Concubine Xian again. Seeing that she was angry, he coaxed her softly.

Concubine Xian looked at him with a smile, but couldn't help but feel sad in her heart. Why should she have to choose again and again?Keeping yourself sick is just a stop-gap measure. It won't take long for someone to notice, and then...

Concubine Xian stretched out her hand and shook it with Mu Yang, cherishing the feeling that she would kill him when the time comes. Only if she dies can he live...