Across a door and a bead curtain, Tang Zhuozhao could smell the herbal medicine inside, and even hear the man's suppressed cough, and suddenly an unknown fire arose in his heart.
Liu Hanjiang was sensible, but Li Desheng didn't dare to raise his head, he was guarding the door. He is different from Liu Hanjiang, he must obey the orders of his master no matter what.
Tang Zhuozhao's fingertips turned white and trembled slightly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and the coughing inside became more urgent.
Everyone knows how arrogant and noble this man is, if he couldn't help it, he would definitely not show it in front of her.
"I see, who dares to stop you today?!" Her voice was soft and cold, like a thin needle piercing her bones.
Li Desheng saw her staring at him coldly, hesitated for a moment and moved away.
How can they defend this man who the master himself can't stand
Tang Zhuozhuo let out a cold snort, and the anger and grievance in his heart slowly calmed down when he saw Huo Qiu. The man's face was morbidly red, and his eyes were tightly closed. Tang Zhuozhuo just took his hand, and he broke away.
She was so angry that she fell on her back, and she almost couldn't let her breath go.
"Why does Your Highness want to send my concubine back to the capital?" She regained her composure, and even her words were very gentle.
Huo Qiu closed her eyes and said nothing, but moved her body on the bed, wanting to stay away from her.
But even this kind of action is very strenuous. When was he in such a mess? Still in front of her, all kinds of helplessness are manifested. If even she can't protect her well, how can he live up to the vow he made when he married her
When he was in good health, all he thought about was the same quilt for life and the same acupuncture point for death, even if he died, he would drag her with him, but when it really came to this time, even if his heart ached, he still wanted to send her away.
If he really wanted to suffer together, how could he be willing
Seeing that he didn't speak, Tang Zhuozhuo didn't care. He just analyzed calmly and said, "There are medicinal materials in the capital, but His Highness cannot be tired anymore, so he can only send people back to the capital to get the medicine. But the plague is coming fiercely, no matter how strong His Highness is." My body can't bear it either, but I've already fallen into a coma after just one day." She paused, tucked up the quilt for Huo Qiu, and said slowly: "In these two or three days, if my concubine returns to the capital, Your Highness Even if you can get through it, you will definitely lose your vitality."
Huo Qiu finally opened his mouth at this time, his voice was hoarse as if gravel had been ground on the ground, and he said very seriously: "Corporate Tang, return to Beijing immediately, this is an order."
Tang Zhuozhuo hadn't heard Tang's from him for a long time, and he was in a daze for a moment, his soft and doting voice was still in his ears, but the scene in front of him was already bedridden.
"After His Royal Highness sends the concubine back, is he going to send a decree for divorce for preparation, or does he want the concubine to be accompanied by the ancient Buddha?" There was no wavering in her eyes, but the words she said were extremely cruel and piercing.
Huo Qiu finally had another reaction, his hands hidden under the quilt slowly clenched into fists, and after a long time he said hoarsely: "You go back first, everything will be discussed after Gu returns to Beijing."
As long as he has one breath left, even if his vitality is seriously injured and his life expectancy is greatly reduced, he will definitely not move on to write a letter of divorce and leave.
Tang Zhuozhuo raised his eyelids, the anger dotted with stars on his extremely prosperous face cannot be ignored, "I forgot to tell Your Highness that the relationship between the third prince and concubine is bad, if the third prince ascends the ninth and fifth seats in the future, the concubine will be forced to And kissing Mo Bei, is it as His Highness wishes?"
Without even thinking about it, this man will definitely not let Concubine Yan and Huo Qi's faction go. At that time, only the Third Prince and the Tenth Prince will be left as adult princes in the court, and nine out of ten the throne will be in the hands of the Third Prince.
He thought that everything was arranged properly, but he didn't think about it from her point of view at all. He thought that he had arranged everything, so he should be carefree.
The so-called disagreement with the third concubine was just a cover, so that this man would know that not everything was under his control.
There was a sudden silence in the room, and it was the first time for the two guarding the door to see the embarrassing appearance of the princess, and the object was the master they had always said was the same.
This courage alone is nothing to say.
A smile gradually appeared on Liu Hanjiang's face, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. His Highness should have figured it out after being so angry with the Crown Princess, but the Crown Princess suffered a lot.
Huo Qiu opened his eyes, and the blood in his eyes was clearly visible and distinct. When he saw Tang Zhuozhao standing on the edge of the bed, his eyes were a little red, and he still stubbornly looked down at him, thinking that he was really angry.
How could he not know the thoughts behind her choking? But even if she knew, she was still very irritated by the letter of divorce and the word "leave" in her mouth.
"Jiaojiao, be more obedient."
Even when he was seriously ill, in a fainting nightmare, he was still reluctant to part with such a willful squeamish in front of him, her body couldn't even handle a little cold, let alone the plague.
Tang Zhuozhao's expression finally softened a bit. She took a step forward and shook the bead in her hand, her eyes were a little red: "Your Highness knows the utility of this bead, why did you stuff it under my concubine's cushion?"
Seeing that she was wearing a bracelet, Huo Qiu looked better, but he still didn't speak.
His lips were very chapped, Tang Zhuozhuo took the herbal medicine that An Xia had boiled just now, and then took the spoon, and fed him one mouthful at a time.
Herbal medicine has the effect of helping sleep and calming the mind, Huo Qiu soon fell asleep with frowning.
Tang Zhuozhao just stared at him for a long while, his legs were a little numb when he stood up, and he went to sit in the next room.
Li Desheng walked in cautiously at this moment, and Liu Hanjiang followed behind. There were three people in the room, all with the same serious expressions.
The two of them are laymen, they are really helpless in the face of the plague, and they can only listen to the crown princess.
Tang Zhuozhuo took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, rubbed his brows to hide his fatigue, and said, "From yesterday to today, those who have been in contact with His Highness have to pass the customs to prevent the spread of the plague."
"Your Majesty, don't worry, I have ordered someone to do it."
Tang Zhuozhuo nodded, then his eyes fell on the two of them, and he asked: "There is no second person infected with the plague here, which means that it is aimed at His Highness."
"Before this, has Your Highness come into contact with anything unusual?"
Li Desheng lowered his head and thought for a moment, then slowly shook his head.
"The things His Highness uses are all pre-installed, and they are basically brand new, and the bodies of the people who serve him are all normal."
Tang Zhuozhuo frowned, or Liu Hanjiang hesitated to speak, and knew that this matter involved many things that could not be concealed, so he shook his fan and said, "But Zhu Lu, the son of Prince Nanping, gave His Royal Highness a painting yesterday, but I didn't see it clearly. It looks like that painting, but after looking at that painting, His Highness fell ill."
Zhu Lu? Give Huo Qiu a painting
Tang Zhuozhuo raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where is that painting now?"
Liu Hanjiang pointed to the direction of the study in front, stroked his beard and said, "It's in His Highness's study."
Tang Zhuozhuo caught something from his words, but he didn't dare to confirm it completely, so he just took a deep look at Liu Hanjiang.
"I will leave the rest to Mr. Liu. I have another matter in this Palace. I hope Mr. Liu agrees."
Tang Zhuozhuo walked to the door and turned around suddenly, staring at Liu Hanjiang and said, "I need Madam's help."
Originally, Liu Hanjiang had guessed it, so he nodded without hesitation.
There are two reasons why Tang Zhuozhuo needs Ye Shi. One is that she makes tea all the year round, and adds Jiangjianxi medicinal powder to the tea. After long-term recuperation, her body has a certain resistance to the plague.
The second is that Mrs. Ye had followed Jiang Jianxi and had a certain amount of common sense, which could help him a lot.
Seeing Liu Hanjiang's quick response, she finally had a smile on her face, and the last trace of doubt about him disappeared in her heart.
She didn't know what happened in the previous life, but she vaguely felt that Liu Hanjiang's family was involved. After all, in the previous life, the Ye family died early.
It was Ye Shi's death that greatly stimulated Liu Hanjiang and left Huo Qiu's camp.
From the main room to the study room, there is only a long and narrow aisle. The maid walked in front with a lantern in her hand. The blackness was as deep as ink. Tang Zhuozhuo walked all the way, obviously he couldn't lift his feet, but he was not energetic at all. boring.
She entered the study room alone, and saw the scrolled painting on the desk.
Tang Zhuozhuo took a deep breath, looked at the bracelet on his wrist, and walked towards the table.
There was no one in the study, and the sound of her footsteps echoed in the room, making it look more and more eerily quiet.
The painting was lying quietly, the scroll looked familiar, Tang Zhuozhuo fixed his eyes, and with a slight movement of his wrist, the painting slowly unfolded.
On the blank paper were petals falling one after another, the red flower was a bit bewitching, under the tree was a woman with peach blossoms and moles shining in her tears, she looked exactly like Tang Zhuozhao.
The word "Wang" was written two years ago.
Tang Zhuozhuo sneered from the bottom of his heart, what did Zhu Lu mean by sending this painting? Remind Huo Qiu of her past with Wang Yi? Where did he get such courage
Then this matter must be Wang Yi's handwriting.
The faint smell of blood escaped from the painting, Tang Zhuozhao's expression was extremely cold, and the anger surging in her chest almost made her lose her mind.
Now that she didn't go to Wang Yi to settle the score, he actually came to the door by himself and used him to murder Huo Qiu again.
If it wasn't for him being the person in this painting, Huo Qiu wouldn't have read it at all!
Her slender fingers turned white and crushed those strangely red petals. When she took them off again, the faint red on her fingers verified the thoughts in her heart.
These petals are stained with blood and are the source of the plague.
Tang Zhuozhao bit his lower lip with hatred, his eyes were red, and he told the people outside: "Don't come in, push a brazier to the door."
Such a dirty thing can only be set on fire.
The temperature of the brazier was scorching hot, and a roiling heat wave rushed towards his face. Tang Zhuozhao threw the scroll into the brazier, and there was a crackling sound of burning.
Under the firelight, her face was completely cold, and her eyes didn't even fluctuate. Only she knew what was going on in her heart.
There were gentle footsteps behind her, and then a pair of warm slender hands appeared on her shoulders. Ye Shi looked worried, dressed in plain purple clothes, and said in a gentle voice, "Your Majesty, don't worry too much, things are turning around."
Tang Zhuozhuo kept silent, grinned silently after a while, patted her hand, and stood up: "Senior sister, don't worry, I won't be dragged down so easily."
When Huo Qiu wakes up safe and sound, none of the plotters behind will be able to escape!
Especially Wang Yi.
She wants to kill him with her own hands!
There was the sound of crows at night, and the hurried footsteps outside the door. Quan Anshang was still panting, and reported outside the door.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness is vomiting blood!"