The palace, which has experienced a rebellion, is still brightly lit to this day. Yang Yuting dealt with the follow-up matters and arranged for Jinpao guards to patrol to ensure the safety of the palace.
This night was very exciting for everyone. Xuan Jingchen, who was already prepared, was also disturbed by Zhong Lishuo. Previously, she ordered Feng Bo to leave with the Marquis of Zhenbei. Now, as soon as she left the study, she hurriedly summoned her and asked, "How is the little gentleman?"
"The arrow was poisoned, and the imperial doctor was helpless. Later, it was Mr. Nianwang who rescued him and brought the poison out. That's good." Uncle Feng followed Xuan Jingchen like a shadow and whispered softly. She usually doesn't talk much, only when Xuan Jingchen asks her.
Xuan Jingchen's heart tightened, and he didn't have the energy to think about Wang's affairs at the moment, so he hurriedly asked, "Where is she now?"
"In the side hall of Anhe Garden."
"Did anyone see it? Who else is there?" Xuan Jingchen walked forward, walking in a hurry, obviously very anxious.
"The eldest princess went, and she left after seeing the poison was cleared." Feng Bo was tall, and his speech was also first-class, honest and timid, "The Marquis of Zhenbei and the waiter of Yuezheng are waiting on the small couch, and the waiter in charge of the lamp is also there. ."
Xuan Jingchen thought for a while, and kept walking, "Don't let anyone know that I went to see her."
At this time, as an emperor, seeing the son of Zhenbei Hou's family at night is really not a good choice. She already understood Zhong Lishuo's thoughts at this moment, she didn't say it because she was Le Zhengsu now. Since she made such a choice, Xuan Jingchen could only respect her decision.
Although Feng Bo was loyal, he was not stupid. After listening to Xuan Jingchen's instructions, he said, "Then I will let them sleep soundly."
"En." Xuan Jingchen nodded and quickened his pace. The two quickly arrived at the side hall of An He Yuan. At this time, Zhenbei Hou was sending Zhong Limu out. Xuan Jingchen and Feng Bo jumped onto the roof together, and looked at Zhong Limu and Zhenbei Hou and thanked them with cold eyes.
Today, it was Zhong Lishuo who blocked the arrow for him, and Zhong Limu should come and see.
But it was late at night, and it was a little disturbing for people to rest when Zhongli came to the curtain. Xuan Jingchen frowned slightly, and when he saw Zhong Limu bow, he left Anhe Garden with the waiter carrying the lantern.
Zhenbeihou turned around, closed the door, and returned to the house.
"Go back to sleep, Su'er has me here to guard her." He looked at his eldest daughter with a worried face and persuaded gently.
Le Zhengying shook his head and said: "His Majesty has gathered six books, father, it is very bad for you not to go. Tomorrow, His Majesty will definitely call again, father, business is the most important thing, you go back to sleep first, and recharge your batteries. Ah Su's poison has been cleared, and father doesn't need to worry too much, I'll just protect her."
When Zhenbei Hou heard this, he was also a little worried, thinking that the queen had ordered him but he was not there. But Le Zhengsu was his child, so he couldn't be relieved. After hesitating for a while, he said, "Then you guard Su'er. If Su'er is gone, call the imperial physician to come and have a look."
"Well, father, go back first."
The Marquis of Zhenbei nodded in agreement, and temporarily left Anhe Garden under the watch of Le Zhengying. On the roof, Feng Bo, saw him leave, and jumped into the house after a few ups and downs.
At that time, Le Zhengying was sorting out the quilt for his sister, but was stunned by Feng Bo with a knife. Feng Bo caught her limp body, stuffed the sleeping medicine into her mouth, and then carried her to the small couch.
After finishing all this, Feng Bo returned to the roof and stood silently beside Xuan Jingchen. Seeing this, Xuan Jingchen ordered her, "You stay here, don't let anyone come over."
Uncle Feng nodded, and Xuan Jingchen jumped off the roof and walked towards the bright room.
After she left, Feng Bo sat on the roof boredly. She raised her head and looked at the night sky, and a huge disk-like moon hung in the sky.
The bright moonlight poured down on every corner under the night sky.
It's a full moon, Feng Bo thought, what a good day.
When she thought so, the room below creaked and the door was pushed open. Looking at the bright lights in front of her eyes, Xuan Jingchen felt a little dazed for a while. She closed the door, hesitated for a moment, and then walked into the house with light footsteps.
Le Zhengying, who was knocked out by Feng Bo, was lying on the couch and fell asleep at the moment. Xuan Jingchen didn't look at her, and walked straight towards the back of the screen. She went around the screen and was instantly distracted by the person lying on the bed.
Xuan Jingchen's footsteps slowed down, he clearly wanted to see that person again, but for some reason he felt a little timid at this moment. She walked towards the bed step by step, the man's face became clearer and clearer, Xuan Jingchen suppressed his breathing, sat gently on the bed, and focused all his eyes on the young boy's face.
At this moment, Zhong Lishuo closed his eyes and lay on the bed with a pale face. Xuan Jingchen looked at her face carefully and thought to himself, it was so similar, he was in a trance for a long time, why didn't he recognize this person
Whether it is young and energetic, or the appearance of sleeping now, it is exactly the same as before, and there is no change.
It's all my fault, I can't believe it.
Xuan Jingchen wanted to laugh a little, but tears condensed in her eyes. She stretched out her hand tremblingly, and her white fingertips landed tremblingly on Zhong Lishuo's face.
The young man's hot temperature burned Xuan Jingchen's fingertips through his skin, and the warmth spread from his fingertips to his limbs, making Xuan Jingchen's eyes soften.
She looked at the boy who was sleeping with her eyes closed tenderly, and the tears rolled out as if she couldn't control it. It was a very happy thing, but she wanted to cry.
She and Zhong Lishuo, a young couple, met at the beginning of the broken temple in Yunzhou, then forced their marriage to the emperor, and then they were attacked by ministers. They supported each other along the way, and a heartstring moved for her. Xuan Jingchen thought that they would be together for many years, even if Zhong Lishuo was weak, it would last a hundred years, but he never thought that God would treat him so poorly.
She always thought that after going north to Yuman, the state of Chu would begin to be peaceful and peaceful, and she would be the queen of Zhong Lishuo's life, but she never imagined that she would end up in such a situation.
The grief of a young widow is something ordinary people can endure. I don't know how many midnight dreams, she woke up from the dream, and subconsciously touched her pillow, but what she touched was cold. The infinite darkness and loneliness engulfed her, and the panic made her think that all this was just a dream, extremely desolate.
But the night club has passed, and when the day comes, she has to take on the heavy responsibility of this country and be a king.
After three years like this, I thought it would get better, but day by day, I remember that person more and more.
She remembered the young man standing in front of the ruined temple, the brilliance of the beautiful life, robbed everyone's attention.
She remembered the prince under the cherry tree, gentle and elegant, the noble prince that all the women in Yuanzhou City would be tempted by.
She remembered His Highness in front of Emperor Assassin's couch, who was the first person Xuan Jingchen met to stand in front of her. The thin body is like a mountain, enough for her to rely on and follow her whole life.
What she remembered even more was the appearance of the thin emperor diligently reading books, revising memorials, and formulating policies in front of the bright light in the study in the middle of the night.
That look, engraved in the depths of her soul, how can people forget it
Two lines of clear tears fell, Xuan Jingchen gently stroked Zhong Lishuo's face, his eyes moved down, and landed on her shoulder.
Zhong Lishuo was covered with a thin quilt, revealing his shoulders. She was wearing middle clothes, covering the wound that had been bandaged.
Why such a weak person has the momentum to block everything for others.
Why, to be heroic and exciting
Xuan Jingchen touched the wound lightly, and saw Zhong Lishuo frown with keen eyes, and withdrew his hand like lightning.
It hurts a lot, but I didn't call it out at that time, how long will I be patient
Xuan Jingchen suddenly thought of the appearance of the rash covered emperor biting the quilt and enduring all the pain in that winter, and his heart tightened.
The little medical worker once said that in the later stage of the poison, the gu poison will bite the internal organs, and the pain is excruciatingly painful. However, Jian Tiansi checked the medication records of the Taiyuan Hospital in that year, but found no analgesic drugs. Xuan Jingchen knew that in order to stabilize Baiguan, she actually endured it alive.
Every time she thought about it, her heart ached.
Self-blame, remorse, accompanied by strong joy knocked down Xuan Jingchen. She sat beside Zhong Lishuo's bed and unknowingly stayed there for almost a night.
She recited her past with Zhong Lishuo, and gradually the sixteen-year-old Le Zhengsu and Zhong Lishuo overlapped in her mind.
"Who are you?"
"What kind of guard is your lord, and what is his last name?"
"General?"
"Master Yongle?"
"Zitong..."
"His Majesty."
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Those memories were intertwined and merged into the hot eyes of the young man amid the fierce drumbeat. Xuan Jingchen closed his eyes, held back all the tears, and said in his heart.
back, her highness.
They are husband and wife, and they have each other in their hearts, not her wishful thinking.
Xuan Jingchen laughed, wiped away the tears, and looked at the person on the bed with no tiredness. Until the bright moon fell, the morning light gradually lit up from the window.
"Water..." At the end of the night, a faint moan caught all Xuan Jingchen's attention.
On the bed, Zhong Lishuo frowned and shouted groggyly, "Thirsty... Mother... Shuo wants to drink water..."
Hearing this, Xuan Jingchen got up and hurriedly went to get a cup of tea. On the bed, Zhong Lishuo struggled to get up, but fell into a hug. Xuan Jingchen hugged her halfway in his arms, and fed her tea into her mouth without any strangeness. Zhong Lishuo drank heavily, dazed and unaware of his situation.
Seeing that she was in a hurry to drink, Xuan Jingchen soaked her shirt, reached out to support her chin, and slowly finished feeding, and then asked softly, "Do you still want it?"
Zhong Lishuo nodded and was about to respond, but at the next moment he raised his head suddenly, saw a face that was thinking about it, and stammered out: "Zi... Zitong..."
Xuan Jingchen softened his eyes, looked at her softly with the cup in his hand, and smiled softly.