Hearing Joan's cry of fear, Zhao Wanxi's consciousness gradually became blurred, drowsy, sleepy and tired.
I don't know how long later, I vaguely heard a strong, low but squeaky voice: "the pulse of the queen is not stable, and I can't judge it. I can only adjust it with a prescription first..."
When Zhao Wanxi slowly opens her eyes, Lin Qiaoyu's worried appearance first comes into her eyes. Through the veil, she sees that the doctor is giving the prescription to Joan.
When Lin Qiaoyu saw her daughter wake up, she trembled slightly. Her lips opened gently: "Xi'er, how do you feel?"
Zhao Wanxi apricot eyes pan doubt, "Niang, what's wrong with me?"
Hearing this, Joan rushed in directly: "empress, you are awake. You scared me to death just now!"
The doctor hung his head and kept a certain distance from the bedside. He was respectful and carefully tested out: "there's something I want to ask the empress. Does she feel abnormal recently?"
Strange to say, just now he gave the empress a pulse, but he didn't feel happy. This discovery made the heart of Dr. Wen uneasy.
No one in the palace knew that the empress was pregnant with a dragon fetus. Even the emperor was very careful. How could he be ignored by a little imperial doctor? But just now he didn't notice the pulse of joy, but he didn't dare to say such words. Maybe he would lose his head.
Zhao Wanxi's eyes narrowed slightly, covering a trace of color: "the palace's body is not a big problem, the doctor first go down!"
The doctor stood in the same place, looking embarrassed. Although the empress said so, it was difficult for him to dispel his doubts. He did not feel the joy of the empress just now, but also clearly felt a strange force in the empress's body, which was treacherous and powerful.
"Weichen I'm afraid I want to pulse the queen again. "
While he was speaking, Zhao Wanxi's index finger had been put on her white wrist, and she silently gave herself a pulse. Her clear water eyes were dim, and her drooping eyes were slowly raised.
"Dr. Wen, do you forget that my palace knows the art of medicine, and I don't know my own body? Step back
The woman's voice was cold, and her tone was obviously tough. Dr. Wen didn't dare to have any objection. He respectfully answered the voice and then went out obediently.
There were only Lin Qiaoyu and her daughter and her maid qiong'er left in the bedroom. The atmosphere suddenly became dignified, and the air seemed to solidify.
"Mother, Joan, I What's the matter? "
Zhao Wanxi's face was solemn and dignified. There was a blank fragment in her memory. What happened? Why is she lying in bed? I can't remember.
Lin Qiaoyu clenched her catkin nervously: "Xi'er, aren't you scared? The token was stolen from my mother by Princess Lanxi. Everything has nothing to do with you. Even if the emperor comes back to the palace later to examine, my mother will never let you be implicated... "
Zhao Wanxi was stunned and looked at Joan.
Joan nodded: "empress, Princess Lanxi escaped from the palace after stealing the token given by the emperor to her wife. It can't be blamed on the empress. If the emperor asks, the maid can also testify to her wife and the empress!"
Zhao Wanxi apricot eyes round stare: "Lanxi stole my mother's token out of the palace?"