GBP Chapter 208 Consort Fucha
Chapter 208 Consort Fucha
Upon seeing this, Xu Jingliang's heart tightened, and he immediately knelt down, answering tremblingly:
"Your Majesty, a servant from Yanxi Palace reports that Consort Zhao caught a cold a few days ago."
I'm feeling a bit unwell.
The servant then removed Consort Zhao's green plaque.
The chubby orange cat was very dissatisfied upon hearing this.
Why is Consort Zhao always sick? Could it be that someone is deliberately neglecting her?
His gaze shifted to Su Peisheng beside him, and he said sternly:
"Su Peisheng, go and investigate immediately."
"Let's see if the servants in Yanxi Palace are neglecting her, causing Consort Zhao to fall ill so frequently."
Su Peisheng's heart tightened, and he immediately knelt down, replying respectfully:
"Yes, Your Majesty, this servant will investigate immediately."
Having said that, he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and hurriedly turned and left, his steps appearing somewhat flustered.
Xu Jingliang knelt on the ground, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
He secretly prayed that Su Peisheng wouldn't find anything wrong, otherwise he feared he would be blamed.
The large, fat orange cat sat on the dragon throne, its face frighteningly gloomy.
His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest, making a "thump-thump" sound.
It felt as if each blow struck Xu Jingliang's heart.
Time passed slowly, and the atmosphere inside the hall became unusually heavy, making it feel somewhat suffocating.
Finally, Su Peisheng strode into the hall.
Su Peisheng knelt on the ground, his voice slightly breathless:
"Your Majesty, I have investigated and found that the servants in Yanxi Palace have not done anything improper in their service."
Big Orange's expression softened slightly, but he still looked displeased. He pressed on, asking:
Why is Consort Zhao always sick?
Su Peisheng quickly explained, "Your Majesty, as far as this servant knows,
Consort Zhao traveled from Jiangsu to the capital, enduring a long and arduous journey.
"I caught a cold because I wasn't used to the new environment and the weather has been so changeable lately."
After hearing this, the fat orange's expression softened slightly, but its dissatisfaction was not completely eliminated.
He paused for a moment, then instructed Su Peisheng:
"Su Peisheng, go and tell the Imperial Hospital to make sure that Consort Zhao's illness is cured without any slackening."
Su Peisheng hurriedly kowtowed and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, this servant will go and convey the decree immediately."
Having said that, he hurriedly withdrew.
The chubby orange then turned its gaze to Xu Jingliang, who shuddered in fright and quickly lowered his head even further.
The chubby orange said, "Let's have Consort Su tonight."
Xu Jingliang felt as if he had been granted a pardon and hurriedly kowtowed, saying, "Your Majesty, this servant will make the arrangements immediately."
Big Fat Orange waved his hand, signaling him to step back.
Xu Jingliang scrambled out of the palace gate, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
He breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing that he had escaped a disaster today.
Meanwhile, when Consort Su heard the news that she would be serving the emperor tonight, she was first taken aback, and then her eyes flashed with surprise and nervousness.
She hurriedly instructed the palace maids to help her wash and dress, and also had her nanny carefully teach her the rules for serving the emperor.
As night fell, Consort Su was carried into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Looking at the shy and timid Su Changzai in front of him, the chubby orange cat felt much more relaxed.
Su Chang obediently chatted with the chubby orange cat, making it laugh from time to time.
That night, the Hall of Mental Cultivation was filled with flickering candlelight and cheerful laughter, a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere that followed.
Meanwhile, on Consort Zhao's side, the Imperial Hospital also followed the orders of the eldest son, the fat orange.
Several imperial physicians were sent to treat her, hoping to help her recover as soon as possible.
After the imperial physician left, Fu Yuyao's personal maidservant cautiously looked at Fu Yuyao and asked softly:
"My lord, when do you plan to serve me in bed?"
Upon hearing this, a flash of disgust crossed Fu Yurao's eyes, but she quickly concealed it.
He replied calmly:
"Don't worry, it'll be quick."
Before long, Fu Yurao's cold had almost completely healed.
At this point, Consort Su had been serving the emperor for five consecutive days.
Consort Su was a cautious person; even after serving the emperor for five consecutive days, she never flaunted her power in front of Fu Yurao.
The sun shone brightly that day, and the weather was exceptionally clear.
Looking at the beautiful weather outside the window, Fu Yurao's mood improved slightly.
She decided to take her beloved pipa and lead the palace maids for a walk in the Imperial Garden.
The Imperial Garden is a riot of flowers and lush greenery, a truly delightful place.
Fu Yurao stopped in front of a quiet pavilion and slowly sat down.
She gently stroked the pipa.
Fu Yurao adjusted her posture and began to play the pipa.
Her fingering was skillful, her movements elegant, and the sound of the pipa flowed forth.
Just as Fu Yurao was immersed in the sound of the pipa,
Su Peisheng was taking a leisurely stroll in the Imperial Garden with the chubby orange cat.
Suddenly, a melodious pipa tune reached their ears.
Big Fat Orange suddenly stopped in his tracks, captivated by the beautiful sound.
Immediately look in the direction from which the sound came.
In the pavilion not far away,
A woman dressed in a light pink qipao was intently playing the pipa.
Her appearance was so charming, like a fairy descended from heaven.
Big Fat Orange's eyes lit up immediately.
He led Su Peisheng toward the pavilion.
As the distance closed, Big Fat Orange finally saw Fu Yu Rao's face clearly.
She had a face like a peach blossom, eyebrows like distant mountains, and eyes slightly lowered as she played the pipa.
Her skin was as white as snow and as smooth as silk, making one want to touch it.
Fu Yurao seemed unaware of anyone approaching; she remained completely absorbed in playing the pipa.
Focusing only on the pipa in front of me
From a distance, the chubby orange cat thought it had spotted Wanwan.
Big Fat Orange seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move forward another step.
His eyes were fixed on that figure, as if time itself had stopped flowing at that moment.
His gaze gradually became unfocused, as if he were looking through the scene before him.
I returned to the wonderful time I spent with Wanwan.
He couldn't help but whisper, "Wanwan..."
This murmur surprised and delighted Fu Yurao.
The pipa she was playing suddenly stopped.
The pipa emitted a clear, ringing sound.
Fu Yurao raised her head unhappily.
When she saw the chubby orange cat standing not far away, she subconsciously frowned.
She quickly placed the pipa in her hand into the arms of her personal maid, and stood up.
Then he quickly walked up to the big, fat orange cat, curtsied, and said with his head bowed:
"May Your Majesty be well."
The chubby orange cat, upon hearing the sound, snapped out of its daze.
He looked at Fu Yurao in front of him, even though he knew she was not Wanwan.
But a sense of pity still arose in my heart.
"Get up."
The chubby orange's voice was gentle and deep, "You play the pipa very well."
Fu Yurao slowly stood up, her expression indifferent, her eyes lowered.
He didn't care about the praise for the big, fat orange.
"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty. It was just a pastime for me when I had nothing else to do."
Her tone was calm, without the slightest ripple.
Big Fat Orange stared at Fu Yu Rao and suddenly asked, "Are you feeling any better?"
His gaze made Fu Yuyao feel nauseous, bringing back those unpleasant memories buried deep in her heart.
At this moment, emotions surged into my heart like a tidal wave.
However, in order to carry out her revenge plan, she could only suppress her inner discomfort and answer:
"Your Majesty, my health has improved considerably, but I am not yet fully recovered."
I was feeling restless due to illness, so I couldn't resist coming out for some fresh air today.