Chapter 578 The God of Friendship (4)

Concubine Zhang looked at Nangong Yue angrily, and said pitifully to the Empress Dowager, "Empress Dowager, the concubine is only worried about the emperor, and worrying will cause chaos..."

Nangong Yue said obediently, "The Empress Dowager, I heard that the Empress is copying the "Peace Sutra". She stayed up all night yesterday and is still in the small Buddhist hall." Although she did not point to Concubine Zhang, she meant it. Very clear. The queen was copying the "Peace Sutra" to pray for the emperor's blessings, while Concubine Zhang said "care is chaos", but she didn't see what she did...

Concubine Zhang's face turned pale, and she saw the empress dowager's dissatisfaction, and she reprimanded: "You too, you are at this age, and you are too immature. The emperor is seriously ill, don't walk outside, if you are all right, stay in your palace. chanting and praying for the emperor."

Concubine Zhang lowered her head and replied, "Yes... the concubine will retire first." If her eyes were really like a knife, she would like to shave the skin off Nangong Yue's body.

The queen mother waved her hand indifferently, and said to Nangong Yue with kind brows and kindness: "Yue girl, I am afraid that the emperor will announce you at any time, and the Ai family will not keep you. After the emperor is well, the Ai family will announce you to come to the palace to accompany you. Ai Jia speaks. There are some newly made snacks in the imperial kitchen, you can take a box back and try it later."

"Thank you, Empress."

Nangong Yue responded respectfully and heard that the Empress Dowager ordered Wan Qiu to prepare snacks. After Baihui took it, Nangong Yue and the Empress Dowager retired and left Changle Palace.

Nangong Yue walked out of Changle Palace, let out a light sigh, and took Baihui back to the side hall of Fengluan Palace a little tired.

Nangong Yue leaned lazily on the Luohan bed, and Baihui hurriedly poured a glass of water for her and asked, "Miss San, would you like some snacks?"

"Okay." Nangong Yue replied, she was indeed a little hungry.

Opening the box, there are four sweet and four salty desserts, a total of eight flavors, which are very delicately made. Nangong Yue took a piece of plum-shaped pastry and said, "You can eat some too, you are busy in the morning this morning. , don't be hungry."

Baihui did not refuse, she sat on the pedals and replied with a smile, "Miss Xie San."

Nangong Yue put the cake in her mouth and took a bite, suddenly frowned and said, "Baihui, don't eat it yet."

Baihui was startled, and hurriedly put the uneaten pine nut cake on the small plate.

Nangong Yue took another piece of white sugar cake from the inside, put it under her nose and smelled it, then opened it and took a small bite, chewed it a few times in her mouth, and then spit it out. Baihui hurriedly served clear tea and asked her to rinse her mouth.

"Three girls, this is..."

Nangong Yue pondered and said, "There is something in this snack."

"Ah!?" Baihui was startled and hurriedly said, "Three girls, is this... is it poison?"

"It's not a poison." Nangong Yue shook her head and said, "It's a medicine that makes people weak and weak, like a serious illness, but it won't kill people."

"Could it be that the queen mother, she doesn't want you to heal the emperor?" Baihui said indignantly, "...is she the emperor's mother?"

Nangong Yue made a silent gesture. They are in the palace now, and there are ears on the wall, so some words can't be said nonsense. She thought for a moment and said, "It shouldn't be the queen mother."

Now the emperor's life can be said to be supported by Nangong Yue, and if she falls, the emperor will have another emergency, and no one can save her. Even if the empress dowager is not the emperor's mother, she can't want to put the emperor to death. After all, to her, it makes no difference whether it is the empress dowager or the empress dowager, so why bother.

What's more, the empress dowager is the first wife of the first emperor Yuan, and the emperor is indeed her eldest son... No mother would expect her own son to die.