The matter of Zhong Lishuo and Xuan Jingchen attracted the attention of the people around them. After Le Zhengying finally solved the problem suddenly thrown by his sister, he turned his attention to politics.
At that time, Xuan Jingchen had already made up his mind about Xishan. She ordered Yang Yuting to escort Zhong Licheng and other rebels to Dali Temple the next day. So at night, an uninvited guest came to the cell where Zhong Licheng was being held alone.
Zhong Licheng, who did not have a sharp sword, also took off his dirty golden robe and clothes at this moment, wearing only a snow-white middle shirt, sitting on the small bed, raising his hand to neatly tidy his messy sideburns.
"The prince's good-heartedness has already become a prisoner, and he is still so graceful." A man's voice came into his ears, Zhong Licheng unhurriedly arranged his appearance, looked at the person who came with a pale face, and said: " I still don't understand, why did the husband betray me? The husband helped me and my father for more than ten years, I never thought that such a day would come."
The man stood at the door of the old room and tapped the sturdy door lock. With a click, the door was unlocked, and Nianwang's figure floated in front of Zhong Licheng like a ghost. He smiled at him and said, "The prince was wrong, it was me who betrayed you, but I was not the one who helped you in the beginning."
Zhong Licheng sneered and asked, "Dare to ask who the gentleman has helped, but he was willing to drive me by dormant beside me for many years."
Nianwang shook his head and said, "The eldest son is joking, how could the eldest son drive me? I just use the eldest son's hand to do something. Speaking of which, I really want to thank you father and son. If it weren't for you, Zhongzhou Yimai, I still can't get your huge Zhongli home."
Zhong Licheng's eyes narrowed, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Sir and I, Zhong Li, have a grudge?"
Nianwang nodded and shook his head again, "That's right."
Seeing this, Zhong Licheng returned to his soft, spring-like appearance, and said, "That gentleman is here to kill me? Are you not afraid of putting yourself in when you come to kill me?"
Nianwang bowed his head and said, "You will not escape death because of your rebellion. Your life, Emperor Qing, will come to take it. I'm just here to give you something."
"Lian Lizhi's gloomy cold is unbearable, I think it should be more uncomfortable than blood cicada Gu." Nianwang leaned over, patted Zhong Licheng's shoulder lightly, and said warmly, "No hurry, no hurry, Your Highness, please enjoy yourself on the way to the ruins."
Zhong Licheng snorted, and Nianwang's figure flashed away. The door lock fell again, and Zhong Licheng's face was pale, and he couldn't help curling up on the bed after all, clenching his teeth in pain from the chill.
A slightly dim full moon penetrated into the working room through the narrow window, Zhong Licheng trembled with pain, and only felt numb. He is about to die, Zhong Licheng thought. Looking at the bright moonlight, he suddenly remembered that the night he escaped from the southern border many years ago was also so bright.
He hugged himself, thinking of the girl's bright and innocent smile, only to feel more pain.
Blood cicada Gu, why did you give it to Zhong Lishuo in the first place? He vaguely remembered that he didn't really want to kill Zhong Lishuo. Why do you want to kill her? It would be better if he ascended the throne with the Wanzhou rebellion.
But why kill him? Zhong Licheng thought for a while, thinking of the two figures who had been walking side by side on the field of the West Public School many years ago, and laughed madly.
If his money is still there, he can do the same with her.
Therefore, he was jealous, jealous that he was clearly the descendant of the Spirit Emperor, so why would the two be treated so differently. It was as if his father was jealous of the Emperor.
Therefore, he killed Zhong Lishuo and destroyed everything with his own hands.
Why do people with unsatisfactory names have a life that is more perfect than him? So, this kind of life, let him destroy it.
He curled up in pain, the Gu worm entrenched in his heart released cold air, but in his mind, he couldn't help but think of the face of the Bo girl.
A money... A money...
If there is an afterlife, I will definitely accompany you in the southern border and live happily in the deep mountains and forests for a lifetime.
Zhong Licheng finally fainted from pain. Not long after he passed out, Jian Tiansi led the imperial doctor into the cell.
What happened in the cell was soon passed on to Xuan Jingchen by the superintendent of the supervisor. At that time, she was in the side hall where Zhong Lishuo was placed, and had dinner with her, saying: "Tomorrow, I will leave for the palace and return to the palace. In the middle, at that time, Your Highness, are you going back to the Beihou Mansion to recuperate?"
"Yeah." Zhong Lishuo nodded, thinking that her injury would make her mother worried, so she would go back earlier to report her safety.
Xuan Jingchen paused for a while, then said softly for a while, "Your Highness is weak and injured heavily. The Taiyuan Hospital is full of talented people and has a lot of medicinal materials. His Highness rescued King Yunzhong this time. Is it possible?"
She said it euphemistically, but Zhong Lishuo fully understood what she meant. However, he wanted to keep her in the palace. Zhong Lishuo thought it was funny and a little excited. She had never realized that the Queen would miss her so much before.
So Zhong Lishuo smiled and said, "Zitong, do whatever you want."
Hearing this, Xuan Jingchen laughed happily, and instructed the waiter An who was waiting outside to convey the will to the Duke of Zhenbei and his daughter.
After dinner, the waiters who were waiting outside the door moved the tub for washing into the other side of the side hall. They pulled the screen away to block their sight, so that Xuan Jingchen could take a bath.
Since his identity was revealed, in just one day, Xuan Jingchen quickly adapted to Zhong Lishuo's new identity, and treated her the same as he did at the beginning.
Guarding her, protecting her, and taking care of her, Xuan Jingchen did everything for Zhong Lishuo that he thought was considerate. She was happy with Zhong Lishuo and remembered how to hurt her.
Therefore, in such a short period of time, Xuan Jingchen recovered the four years that were missing between her and Zhong Lishuo. She has no scruples in front of Zhong Lishuo, just like in the palace, she still gets along with her like an emperor and an empress.
The maids took off Xuan Jingchen's clothes and waited for her to enter the tub to bathe. The rich fragrance of flowers and water vapor floated over through the screen. Zhong Lishuo was lying on the bed, listening to the sound of water splashing in his ears, smelling the strange fragrance wafting from the tip of his nose, and for some reason his heart beat faster.
Once upon a time, after going to the study and busy with political affairs, Zhong Lishuo would always take a shower and lie on the bed waiting for Xuan Jingchen to come back. At that time, she would hold a book and wait for Xuan Jingchen to fall asleep together after taking a bath.
This kind of situation is all too familiar, but she has no books now, and the fragrance of flowers here is far stronger than the fragrance of medicine on her body, so Zhong Lishuo couldn't help thinking wildly.
She thought of the chance encounter in the hot spring pool during the cold spring season, of the transpiring clouds and mist lingering around Xuan Jingchen's snow-white body, of her plump breasts, of her soft and greasy skin. Such a charming scene took root in her mind and lingered.
"Indecent and indecent..." Zhong Lishuo murmured, although everyone has a love for beauty, she still has an endless sense of blasphemy in her heart.
She was uneasy, as if it had been a long time, but it seemed like just a moment, a fragrant wind drifted towards her.
"Backtrack."
"Huh?" Zhong Lishuo abruptly opened his eyes, only to see Xuan Jingchen who had already bathed in a snow-white tunic, pulled up his long hair, stood beside her bed, and said softly with a smile, "I thought that You fell asleep, the waiters changed the water, and I finished bathing, so get up."
It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Yuanzhou City was still hanging on the tail of the autumn tiger, looking hot and dry. Zhong Lishuo had been lying on the bed for a day and had a shoulder injury, but it was okay to take a bath.
Zhong Lishuo nodded when he heard the words, his eyes wandering and he didn't dare to look at Xuan Jingchen. The woman who had just bathed had a refreshing fragrance and moist water vapor on her body, and her delicate face was steamed with a hint of pink, with the charm of a mature woman.
Zhong Lishuo had no experience, and was as flustered as all Leng Touqing. Xuan Jingchen smiled and leaned over to help her up from the bed. She leaned over, and the neckline of her tunic opened a little, revealing a little snow-white spring light. Zhong Lishuo's expression tightened when he saw this, and he stood up in a panic with the strength of Xuan Jingchen's hand.
She walked towards the steaming water behind the screen, looked at the petals floating on the warm water in the tub, and unbuttoned her clothes with one hand.
A hand reached out from behind and untied the belt around her waist for her. Zhong Lishuo froze all over, turned to look at the woman who came after her, and stammered, "Zi... Zitong... How did you come in?"
With a smile, Xuan Jingchen said slowly, "You hurt your shoulder, so using only one hand will inevitably be inconvenient. Can I change your clothes for you?"
Zhong Lishuo subconsciously wanted to refuse, but thinking about it, it didn't seem to be something that needed to be rejected. When she was sick, she often showed her body in front of Xuan Jingchen.
But Zhong Lishuo thought about it and said, "Then I can call a maid in, why bother you."
Xuan Jingchen paused for a while, looked up at her, and his eyes were filled with helplessness. Zhong Lishuo also reacted, and immediately closed his mouth, unable to say no more words, only a pair of red ears dripping blood.
The middle clothes were taken off, the obscene clothes were undone, Xuan Jingchen took off Zhong Lishuo's trousers, and when the last obscene pants slipped off, the green and tall body of a seventeen-year-old girl appeared in front of Xuan Jingchen's eyes.
Xuan Jingchen stopped his hand and looked at the body carefully. The noble girl from Lanzhou has a proud height, a pair of long legs, thin and white, and her breasts that are not fully mature are upturned and cute. With that familiar handsome face, she has a green and moving temptation.
Xuan Jingchen stretched out his hand and traced the place where Zhong Lishuo's shoulder was bandaged, and finally landed lightly on the side of her neck, calling out to her, "Your Highness?"
"Huh?" Zhong Lishuo responded, removing the initial shyness and putting on a magnanimous face.
The gentle emperor raised his head, looked at the girl's face that had been the same for ten years, smiled, and said, "It's hot."