Gold Medal Hunter: The Emperor's Favorite Fox Concubine

After Zhongli Ye got off the court, he should have gone directly to the imperial study room, but there was news from Longyang Palace that the Empress was injured. If this happens now, he will definitely let go of anything for the time being.

However, fortunately, Wencheng's existence has not been completely forgotten.

"He is the father-in-law, go and tell Lord Wen to go back first."

"Yes, the emperor." His father-in-law also heard that the empress was injured, so he immediately walked towards the imperial study.

Zhongli Ye turned around and walked straight towards Longyang Palace.

Outside Bei Muqing's dormitory, Mu Qi and Si Xi were both standing there.

When he saw the emperor, he saluted quietly.

Zhongli Ye kept frowning and looked at Sixi: "How is the Empress?"

"Back to the emperor, the empress is resting inside now."

"Are you asleep?" His voice pressed down even further.

Sixi nodded: "Yes."

"Have you ever seen the imperial physician?"

"The Empress said it's not wrong, so you don't need to find an imperial physician." Perhaps because she didn't insist on calling the imperial physician, she knew that she was in the wrong, so Sixi's voice became lower and lower.

Sure enough, Zhongli Ye frowned even more: "Go and call the imperial physician to wait. After the empress wakes up, let the imperial physician show it."

"Yes, the emperor."

"I'll go in first." He whispered to the door and walked in. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the woman lying on the jade collapse. His queen seemed to be sleeping well. Her steps were silent.

As I approached, the expression on my face that I had gathered up because I heard her hurt finally calmed down.

He didn't say anything, but she knew what he was coming. She woke up shortly afterwards and frowned when she saw it was him.

"Why is Your Majesty here?"

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

He got up with his elbows on the bed, and he reached out to support her.

“Enough sleep.”

Zhongli Ye looked at her and reached out to push the messy silver hair behind his head: "Qing'er, show me the wound on your hand."

Hearing his words, she subconsciously frowned: "How could Your Majesty..."

"Do you want to hide it from me if Qing'er is injured?"

"No." She smiled faintly and stretched out her injured hand: "It's just that nothing is wrong, so she feels that it's not necessary to tell His Majesty specifically."

Bei Muqing's skin is too fair, and a little bit of red marks can last for a long time. Besides, there is such a large area now. Even if she said nothing is wrong, she really has no application for sadness and pain on her expression, but Zhongli Ye is still

I felt I couldn't feel at ease, but I felt confused when I looked at the back of my hand like this.

"How did Qing'er hurt this? Does it hurt?" He glanced at her, raised her hand, lowered his head, and wrote a kiss on the back of his hand with warm lips.

Bei Muqing looked at his movements and did not stop him. He just shook his head: "Although the color is still quite dark, it really doesn't hurt. Your Majesty doesn't have to worry."

"How can I not worry?" He still frowned: "No, I can't take care of Sixi and each one. I'll let a neat palace maid come to Longyang Palace to take care of Qing'er."

"Your Majesty." Bei Muqing's voice was coquettish, and he was very repulsive of his plans.

"Then Qing'er won't be hurt anymore, will it be?"

How could she guarantee this unexpected injury? However, looking at Zhongli Ye's worried face, Bei Muqing nodded: "Okay, Your Majesty, don't arrange for the palace maid to come to me anymore."