The maidservant is too charming. I want to help her become the queen.

Chapter 127 Pregnant women are just hypocritical

In the cold palace.

Furong was busy fiddling with the thatch, the weather was getting colder day by day, winter was about to set in. But the people in the cold palace seemed to have been forgotten by the Forbidden City, and the winter cotton clothes had not been delivered yet.

Zhao Rongyuan huddled in the corner of the bed, shivering with cold. Her hair was disheveled and her face was pale and shriveled, completely different from the rosy and plump beauty of the past.

Furong came in with a bundle of straw and carefully placed it around Zhao Rongyuan.

"Your Highness, there is really nothing else in this cold palace to keep out the cold. These straws were cut by me from the corner of the courtyard. Your Highness, please make do with them for now."

Furong's fingers were frozen purple and she was only wearing a single piece of clothing.

She had given all the coarse cloth clothes that were sent to the cold palace to Zhao Rongyuan to wear, but Zhao Rongyuan had been spoiled since childhood and had never suffered such cold weather. These coarse cloth clothes were of no help after she put them on.

Zhao Rongyuan forced herself to open her eyes, moved her cracked lips, and her voice was weak.

"Fleur, you've suffered so much since you came in with me."

"My father is dead now. I'm afraid no one can rescue us from now on."

Furong forced a smile on her gray little face. She wiped the grass ash off her face with her sleeve, and a tear flashed in the corner of her eye.

"I have served the Majesty since I was young, and I have never suffered anything. Wherever the Majesty goes, I will follow."

Hearing this, Zhao Rongyuan felt as if a warm current surged into her heart.

Her father used her, the emperor disliked her, and everyone else in the palace took advantage of her. Unexpectedly, in the end, Furong was the only one who stayed with her.

The corners of her eyes gradually became moist. She held Furong's hands tightly and opened her mouth to say something, but she felt bitter and powerless in her heart and could not utter a word.

Just when they were worrying about how to survive the coming winter, the door of the house was suddenly kicked open.

The wooden door creaked loudly, which was particularly harsh.

As the wooden door opened, a gust of cold wind rushed in. The room was already cold, and now it became even colder.

Zhao Rongyuan curled up tighter and looked up at the door, only to see a guard coming in with a box in his hand.

The guard threw the food box in his hand to the ground and shouted:

"Hey! You two! Eat the food sent from the imperial kitchen!"

When Furong heard that it was the imperial kitchen, her eyes immediately lit up.

Ever since they were sent to the cold palace, the palace servants had been sending them stale food and vegetables. Moreover, even these things were not delivered on time, so they could only go hungry one day and full the next.

The guard threw down the food box, turned around and left the room.

Furong hurriedly trotted forward and brought the food box on the ground to Concubine Shu. When the food box was opened, a rich aroma of rice and the tempting aroma of oil came to her face.

Inside the food box were two bowls of rice porridge, two stir-fried dishes, one meat and one vegetable, and a pot of wine.

Furong quickly rubbed her hands, which were covered with grass ash, on her clothes. After wiping them clean, she brought out a bowl of rice porridge and handed it to Zhao Rongyuan.

"My Lady, My Lady, it's rice porridge!"

"Take a sip, and you'll have more strength after that!"

The aroma of rice porridge penetrated Zhao Rongyuan's nostrils. She leaned on the shelf beside the bed, struggled to sit up, and wolfed down the rice porridge.

Furong watched from the side, trying hard to hold back her saliva, showing a relieved smile, and said excitedly:

"My lady, I heard from that guard that these meals were sent from the imperial kitchen. If they were sent from the imperial kitchen, maybe it was the emperor's idea!"

"It seems that the emperor still misses the queen!"

Zhao Rongyuan's mouth was full of food, and she nodded as she ate. She also thought that this was the emperor's instruction. If it wasn't the emperor's intention, who would dare to send food to the cold palace?

She picked up the chopsticks and was about to pick up some food, but she noticed Furong standing next to her without moving a single stroke.

She looked up at Furong with a puzzled look on her face.

"Furong, why don't you eat?"

Furong swallowed and quickly shook her head and waved her hands.

"It's okay, my lady. Please eat quickly. I'm not hungry, not hungry!"

But before Furong could finish her words, her stomach started to growl. Furong quickly lowered her head to cover her stomach, looking embarrassed.

Zhao Rongyuan knew in her heart that Furong was not hungry at all and she obviously wanted to save all the food for her.

So, she personally took another bowl of rice porridge from the food box, handed it to Furong, and said softly:

"Eat quickly."

Zhao Rongyuan insisted again and again, and Furong couldn't refuse, so she took the bowl of rice porridge.

The master and servant quickly devoured the food and filled their stomachs. This was the best meal they had had since entering the cold palace.

At this time, there was still a pot of wine left in the food box, and Furong poured a glass for Zhao Rongyuan.

"My lady, strong liquor can warm the stomach. If you drink this glass of wine, your body will surely warm up."

Concubine Shu took the wine glass, but poured it onto the ground, muttering:

"Alas, this first glass of wine is just a tribute to my deceased father."

Then, she picked up the wine jug and the wine glass and poured herself one glass after another.

Zhao Rongyuan was in such a state, and her father had just passed away. She was in great pain. Furong could not drink, so she had to drink alone, and Ming was drunk.

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It was the fifteenth day.

As usual, Li Xuansheng stayed overnight in Fengyi Palace.

The queen's body is getting worse and worse, and she will give birth in three or four months. So she is now focusing all her attention on the child in her belly.

In the past, when Li Xuansheng came to see her, she was full of joy. But now the child is a big deal, Li Xuansheng is a small deal, and the queen has no time to care too much about Li Xuansheng.

At dinner time, the palace servants brought the dishes one after another. Li Xuansheng took one look at the various dishes on the table and curled his lips.

In the past, he liked to eat the lotus chicken rolls in the Queen's palace the most. Whenever he came, the Queen would prepare it for him. Why are there only light dishes on the table today?

The table was filled with green food, and Li Xuansheng's handsome face was also reflected in the dishes.

He slammed his chopsticks on the table and said impatiently:

"I have been busy all day dealing with state affairs, why did the Queen prepare these foods for me? Are you planning to feed me like a rabbit?"

The queen's chopsticks that were picking up food suddenly stopped.

She was enjoying her meal when she was suddenly interrupted by Li Xuansheng's words. She felt very unhappy.

Ayun hurried forward to explain.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. It was Doctor Dou who said that the Empress is now older and should pay more attention to a light diet and control her daily food intake. Otherwise, if the fetus is too large during childbirth, there will inevitably be a risk of dystocia."

The queen leaned back in her armchair and looked at Li Xuansheng aggrievedly.

Ever since Li Xuansheng came back from the autumn hunt, the Queen had a vague feeling that the Emperor did not treat her as attentively as before.

She was pregnant with the emperor's first son. In the past, Li Xuansheng loved and cared for her like a treasure, but now he was even unwilling to give her food.

The pregnant queen's mood was already unstable, and she was reprimanded by Li Xuansheng at dinner. She felt even more aggrieved, and tears kept welling up in her eyes.

Li Xuansheng didn't eat well, so he was naturally in a bad mood.

It suddenly occurred to him that not only had the diet in the Queen's palace changed, but even his favorite ambergris incense had not been lit tonight.

He sighed silently in his heart.

Pregnant women are always pretentious. Why did this woman change like this after she got pregnant?