Miracle Doctor, Abandoned Daughter: The Sly Emperor’s Wild Beast-Tamer Empress

In the Beiqing Palace, Empress Qingshuang sat in front of a dressing table carved from ivory.

In front of her is a half-person-high mirror polished with crystal. Several female officials are arranging her appearance and preparing for the front.

Empress Qing Shuang looked at herself in the mirror, her wrinkled face was as smooth as a lychee with its shell peeled off.

When she thought that in a few days, she was going to put on a festive wedding dress, and standing opposite her was Feng Lan, whom she had longed for for many years, the Empress couldn't help feeling surging.

She took the beauty pill handed by the female official and swallowed it with warm water.

The female official's hand trembled slightly behind her, and the animal horn that slid over her temples made her hand heavier.

"Rouxiang, what's the matter with you, you are clumsy." The empress's elegant and noble face froze.

"Sage, forgive me, slaves deserve ten thousand deaths." The timid voice made the Empress frown slightly.

The Empress just remembered that Rouxiang had already been killed by herself.

Rouxiang is the female official who "served" Feng Lan in and out of the Cloud Palace. She used to be the empress's favorite female official. She is attentive and capable, and she can also comb her hair very beautifully.

It's a pity, she shouldn't covet Feng Lan, she has become Feng Lan's woman.

The Empress felt a little pity, that the Queen's Palace had a good skill in combing her hair.

The Empress stroked her hair that was not well combed, and felt a little unhappy, but thinking of the marriage that was being closely planned, her eyes were so bright that she didn't bother to care about the clumsiness of the new female official.

The Empress put on a dragon robe and went to court.

The female official knelt on the ground and shivered, and a female official who was familiar with her helped her up.

"Why are you so careless? Fortunately, the saint is in a good mood recently. Otherwise, even if you have ten heads, you won't be able to chop it off." Listening to the grumbling of his companions, the new female officer secretly tucked the animal horn comb into her sleeve. .

In the past few days, when she was combing the Empress's hair, she found that the Empress had severe hair loss. The Empress was almost morbidly harsh on her appearance and manners. If she found out, the whole palace would suffer. .

The new female officer was uneasy, and hid a large amount of long black hair wrapped around the animal's horns.

The Empress went to court full of joy,

But he returned to the bedroom with a belly of fire.

Feng Lan did not go to court, but Chen Tuo, who had been ill and refused to go to court, came here rarely.

It's just that as soon as he appeared, he brought a number of Beiqing's generals and asked to resign from the official position.

His intention is obvious, he clearly does not agree with the marriage of the Empress.

Not only that, but the two princes of the empress, with their old ministers who supported them, knelt in front of the hall, risking their own death to remonstrate, saying that Feng Lan could not be the husband of the emperor, Feng Lan was the husband-in-law of the empress' sister, and there was another The offspring, the sister-in-law and the brother-in-law get married, which is inconsistent with the rationale and violates the ethics.

What is the law of Lunchang? To put it bluntly, those two unfilial sons are not afraid that after they have established Feng Lan as the emperor's husband, they may establish Feng Xin as the crown prince, threatening their future inheritance rights.

There are also generals including Chen Tuoyi who also collectively demanded to resign from the military.

The persecution of the heirs and the opposition of civil and military officials made the Empress extremely annoying.

The Empress looked at the civil and military affairs of the dynasty. She had been in power for many years. She faced these faces every day, and the familiar ones could no longer be familiar.

Today, there is no one on her side.

How sad is the Empress' heart.

She remembered Feng Lan's absolute departure that day, and how she forced her own sister to jump off the cliff...

Those scars that she had deliberately hidden in the deepest part of her heart suddenly turned up in the early morning of this day, and suddenly bleed and puss, and were torn apart ferociously, beyond recognition.

The Empress had been a little bit stagnant in her qi and blood these days. She felt stagnant all over her body when she was so angry. After returning to the bedroom, she lost her temper.

She already understands that it is impossible for her to give up Feng Lan since she has come to this point.

Feng Lan, for her, has become the last match to keep warm.

She couldn't let go, and she couldn't.

Only by letting Feng Lan accept her and win the support of Feng Mansion again, can she stand up again and become that peerless empress.

"Your Majesty, the marriage between you and King Ho?" The Ritual Officer told her all the steps of the wedding with a worried expression on his face.

Feng Lan should have done these things, but now, he doesn't even want to look at her.

"It is announced to the world that the wedding will be held as usual, and to those who are waiting outside, whoever dares to say a word, I will cut off his head."

The Empress rubbed her temples and leaned on the dragon couch, feeling drowsy for a while.

These days, she became more and more tired, but after reading a few memorials, she couldn't help but close her eyelids and fell asleep.

The female officials did not dare to disturb them, and after closing the door, the room was dark.

A moth-like butterfly flew in and landed on the empress' dragon robe.

The moth's wings shook, and the fine scale powder filled the air and got under the empress' nose.

The front was gray, and something passed by her.

The Empress was shocked to find that she was alone, standing on the cliff.

It was a cliff that was thousands of feet high, and the cold wind like a knife blew past her.

Suddenly, a person appeared in front of her.

It was a woman with a big belly.

A face as beautiful as a flower, that face, the Empress Qing Shuang could not forget until she died.

That is the face of younger sister Qingfeng.

"Qingfeng, how could it be you? Aren't you dead?"

The Empress took a small step back in fright, and behind her, a rock fell off the cliff.

The queen's face turned pale in an instant, she forced herself to calm down, and punched Qing Feng with a punch.

Qing Feng's figure disappeared, but soon reappeared in front of her.

"Qingfeng, when you were alive, you were not my opponent, and you still want to make trouble after you die. I tell you, you will never be my opponent. Feng Lan is going to marry me, even if you are not reconciled, it is useless."

In front of him, Qing Feng, who was a short distance away, was covered in blood.

She was stabbed in the abdomen, and blood fell from the knife edge, staining her legs and clothes red. She approached the Empress step by step, her voice palpitating and cold.

"Sister, Sister Qingshuang, why did you kill me? You killed my child. That's your niece. Look, she's so cute, she looks exactly like you when you were a child." Feng's pale and dehumanized hands fell on her bulging belly.

The hand pierced into the abdomen, and after a terrifying sound of flesh and blood, Qing Feng's hand had a bloody fetus. The fetus was so small and so ugly.

Qing Feng laughed wildly and threw the child to the Empress Qing Shuang.

"Ah!" The Empress woke up from a nightmare and rolled down from the dragon couch when she touched the bloody body of the fetus.

She was panting heavily, her hands and feet were cold, and suddenly, the Empress felt light on her head, and something fell from her eyes.