The Youqu Pavilion is terribly silent, the moon hangs like a silver hook in the sky, and the light ripples like water are reflected on the silent red walls and green tiles.
In the second half of the night, the moonlight receded, and a thin mist rose in the woods, dim and indistinct, and the sound of jackdaws hit people's ears from time to time, whimpering and sobbing, extremely desolate.
The silence inside and outside the house was scary, Huo Qiu sat on the soft stool, his figure was thin, the black and black stubble appeared on his face, but his eyes were sharper than ever.
Liu Hanjiang pondered for a moment, then quietly moved back a few steps, getting further away from Huo Qiu. With a sigh from the bottom of my heart, I became this unlucky pond fish because of the unreasonable disaster.
Since His Highness went to the cubicle to see the Crown Princess, he has always had such an expression, and he has not spoken, and the chill on his body is getting stronger and stronger.
Li Desheng still persuaded, "My lord, your health is about to get better, you'd better go back to the main courtyard and rest, when the lady wakes up tomorrow, seeing you like this may make me feel very uncomfortable."
Huo Qiu lowered his eyes and said nothing, and moved his somewhat numb fingers, his slightly stiff movements were covered by the wide sleeves.
"What did Gu Shan tell you before going to bed?" His voice was a little dry and hoarse, his voice was soft and shallow, but what could not be ignored was the extremely suppressed deep anger in his words, which approached Li Desheng and Liu Hanjiang.
Li Desheng knelt down silently, and said with a bitter face: "Your Highness, your majesty insists on going up the mountain, and the servant can't stop her at all."
Huo Qiu twitched the corners of his mouth, a sense of powerlessness swept through his whole body deep in his heart, that's right, that woman could even refute his words, she was not afraid of anything, not to mention going up the mountain after she fell asleep, who could stop her
Needless to say, no one can stop it.
"What's Wang Yi doing?" His tone was indifferent, as if he was asking about an unimportant matter, but Liu Hanjiang suddenly burst into a smile.
His Highness finally stopped looking around and decided to cut grass and roots.
"Everything is as your Highness expected."
Huo Qiu's pupils were darker than ink, and he tightened the armrest of the chair, "Then let's do it."
Liu Hanjiang shook the feather fan in his hand, and responded with a light smile.
There is a small inch-long scar on the face of the crown princess, and it is a good deal for His Highness to exchange for a worry-free throne.
In the middle of the night, Liu Hanjiang returned to his yard, and Li Desheng was dozing off little by little in front of the gate of Youqu Pavilion.
He really didn't have a good rest these days, His Highness finally woke up, and before he could loosen a string, something like this happened to the Crown Princess.
It's a natural exhaustion.
Huo Qiu sat on the edge of the bed, the person lying on the big carved solid wood bed was still motionless, there was no sign of waking up, so quiet that the man was inexplicably flustered.
He coughed softly, and the maid brought a bowl of boiled herbal medicine, but he didn't even look at it.
"Your Highness, have you drank the medicine? When the empress sees you later, you should feel distressed again." An Xia persuaded as she brought down the first bowl of cold medicine.
How could Huo Qiu resist this medicine? It is clear that she loves the woman on the bed, she is still in a coma because of this medicine, let alone ruined her face, if she wakes up and knows, she might cry like a cry.
Every sip after drinking made his throat sore, Huo Qiu closed his eyes, drank the bitter medicine in the bowl, and pinched the hand by the bowl until the veins popped and his fingertips turned white.
He had to get well quickly and return all the pain she had suffered, so that he could relieve the resentment and anger in his heart.
It was dawn, and Tang Zhuozhuo opened her eyes with great effort, and she saw the familiar bed curtain embroidered with begonia flowers. She blinked, and she felt as if her whole body was being run over when she moved her fingers, and the sharp pain went straight to her brain Squeezing, especially the burning pain on the face.
Her little finger on the side of the bed was wrapped in warm palms. Tang Zhuozhuo looked up and saw Huo Qiu leaning on the back of the chair. His eyes were as deep and noble as bamboo. He immediately smiled and said with joy: "Your Highness alright?"
Huo Qiu remained silent, handed her a glass of water to moisten her throat, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Gu is well, but Jiaojiao may not be well."
As soon as Tang Zhuozhuo moved the corner of his mouth, the wound on his face was involved. She was slightly taken aback, and immediately knew what happened.
The cheek was cool, but even the best plaster couldn't suppress the burning pain. She remembered the scene before she fell into a coma, and she didn't speak for a while, and stroked the scratched hand on the cheek.
Whether it's serious or not, she should always have an idea in her heart and be mentally prepared.
Huo Qiu caught her at the moment when she was about to touch her. The man rubbed her hair, his voice was unbearably hoarse, "Don't touch it, it will hurt when it gets inflamed later."
Seeing his appearance like this, Tang Zhuozhuo was taken aback for a moment, and then responded kindly.
According to this man's temperament, it would be a problem if he didn't pick her up and hit her with two boards to scold her with a straight face, let alone talk to her in such a modality.
Is she out of shape
Tang Zhuozhuo leaned on the soft pillow, endured it and covered half of his face with his hands, bowed his head and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, don't look at it, you are ugly."
After all, there was some weak crying in her voice, and she tried her best not to drop the golden peas. No matter how bold she was at that time, she was still a spoiled and noble girl in the boudoir. Now that she knew that she was disfigured, she didn't cry in front of a man. Coming out is already a matter of self-bearance.
Huo Qiu's body froze, he got up and sat on the edge of the bed, holding her delicate little hands in his palms, with such strength that he wished he could integrate her into his flesh and blood.
"Next time if you dare to make such a presumptuous claim, I will never forgive you." He hugged the silly and absent-minded little woman, knocked his chin on her shoulder, and gave a warning after a long time.
Tang Zhuozhuo's cheeks were burning hot, and he didn't know how much he listened to his words, but he tugged at his loose sleeves and said, "Your Highness, can you bring a bronze mirror over here, I want to see what my face looks like gone."
Huo Qiu straightened her pale face and watched carefully bit by bit, her voice was low and mellow like a guzheng, piercing into people's hearts.
"Delicate and beautiful, with a stunning appearance, black eyebrows far away from the mountains, and watery eyes full of affection." He said, and smiled suddenly, stroking her intact right cheek, his eyes carefully traced the contours of her face, and raised his eyebrows: " Especially Jiaojiao's almond eyes, hiding the bright moonlight, she is very happy."
Especially when he was bullying him at night, the alluring look in his eyes could almost kill him!
Men seldom praise her, she is a master who is infinitely bright when she gets a little sunshine, if she praises her more, she won't be beautiful to death herself
Tang Zhuozhuo shrugged her nose, buried her little head in his chest, and her voice of grievance and grievance flowed into Huo Qiu's ears like running water, and she said: "I must have lost my appearance, His Highness praised you in every possible way, How can I dislike my concubine in the future?"
The hot air she exhaled spread on his chest, Huo Qiu closed his eyes, and felt that she was rubbing tears on his cuffs again. His Highness the Crown Prince, who always loves cleanliness and can't bear any mess, didn't feel disgusted at all. I feel that no matter how cold and hard my heart is, it will be melted by this little squeamishness.
If other people encountered such a thing, they might not be able to tell why they were hysterical, but they definitely wouldn't be like her, dragging him around all the time, making his heart swell.
Since ancient times, a woman's appearance has been the foundation of her foothold. Tang Zhuozhuo knows this truth very well. Without her appearance, she can't just howl indiscriminately to attract people's disgust.
"Won't."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not used to coaxing people. Today, after these two words of praise, he was at a loss for words. He patted the woman on the back and said with difficulty: "Let's go back to the capital and take the best medicine, and we will definitely recover."
Even if she can't recover, as long as she is Tang Zhuozhao, he will always cherish and cherish her, and take care of her in every possible way.
But he couldn't say such provocative words, but his body became more and more tense.
Tang Zhuozhuo cried for a while, feeling ashamed, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, then touched Huo Qiu's chest, and said: "Your Highness just drank the herbal medicine, and his body is weak, why don't you take a good rest, instead come to watch over him Is the concubine here to watch the joke?"
Huo Qiu laughed, where did he come to see the joke? When he came, he clearly gritted his teeth step by step, thinking that when she woke up, no matter how much he begged, he must teach this woman a lesson, and he would be so lawless that he would even disregard his own safety.
But when he really saw someone, he just wanted to push himself out and reflect on himself.
"I didn't read the joke." Huo Qiu brushed her long hair, the candlelight was flickering, the scar on the side of her nose was bent like a centipede, diluting most of the beauty on her face.
This woman loves beauty so much, she can't wait to hold that face in her hands every day, and the bottles of lip balm in the house are the best proof. If one sees such a wound, one may feel sad about it.
"Tell the people below to clean up and leave for Beijing the day after tomorrow." Huo Qiu calmed down and said, there are many kinds of rare treasures in the East Palace, he tried everything, and there would be a way.
If he let this little squeamish person think wildly all day long, he might not know how distressed he would be.
Tang Zhuozhuo shook his head slowly, his eyes remained unchanged, and said, "Your Highness isn't dealing with Xijiang's affairs anymore?"
Just let that hypocrite Wang Yi live? Wouldn't Huo Qiu and her offenses be in vain
Once he was allowed to escape back to the capital, with the protection of the Sixth Prince, she was afraid that for the sake of the overall situation, she had no choice but to bear it secretly. Just thinking about it, she felt that she would not be able to bear it.
Wang Yi must not let it go!
Huo Qiu knew what was going on in her heart, and gathered her shirt to cover her dazzling white skin, and said word by word: "Jiaojiao, don't worry, no one involved in this matter can escape."
His most intolerable weakness was getting hurt for himself. How could His Royal Highness, who has always been proud and arrogant, swallow this breath
Only then did Tang Zhuozhuo hide the darkness in his eyes, moaning and urging the man to go to the next room.
As soon as he left, the smile on her face disappeared, and she called An Xia and Zi Huan who were waiting outside to come in.
The eye sockets of both of them were a little red, and it was Zihuan who was the first to make a forced smile and said, "Your Majesty, what do you want to eat? Your Highness has ordered people to keep it warm and prepare it. Do you want sweet-scented osmanthus cake or candied dates?"
Both of these are her favorite snacks, but it's a pity that His Royal Highness has issued a message, clearly stipulating that she can only eat one or two pieces a day, which often makes her heart itch.
Now that she is injured, it is generous.
Tang Zhuozhuo had observed it earlier, and all the bronze mirrors around the room were removed, not a single one remained. She took a breath, pointed to the scar on her face, and said with a broken face, "Bring a bronze mirror in."
An Xia and Zi Huan looked at each other, they both shook their heads, looked at their toes and said, "Your Majesty, His Highness ordered you not to hang mirrors in the house until the wound on your face heals."
Tang Zhuozhuo lay reclined on the soft pillow and said, "Who is your master?"
Zihuan wanted to say something more, but was pulled back by An Xia. The latter had been with Tang Zhuozhao for a longer time and understood his master's character better.
I'm afraid the master will be even more sad if he can't see the wound.