"Slandering the queen, deceiving the king." Huo Qiu read it again, his eyes were piercingly cold, he stood up suddenly, his tall body was imposing, Zhong Yuxi covered his face and kept shaking his head, his expression was like a panicked rat .
Huo Qiu walked steadily, step by step until he reached Zhong Yuxi, and then stopped. He was so close, but Zhong Yuxi only felt that his heart was pinched by an invisible big hand, and he couldn't even breathe loudly.
"Prison Concubine Zhong in Yili Palace, and she will never get out for the rest of her life."
Zhong Yuxi screamed and passed out.
Tang Zhuozhuo raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing the results, but didn't say much.
The person she hated to the bone in the previous life has now received retribution, and the relationship between them is considered clean.
The night was dark, the moonlight was like water, and scattered soft light, Huo Qiu walked ahead, Tang Zhuozhao absent-mindedly kicked the small stones along the road, the round stones seemed impatient to play such games with her, a Gulu turned over and jumped into the dark grass.
The palace maids in the row in front lit the lanterns, illuminating the curved palace path suddenly, and seeing Changchun Palace turning around in front, Tang Zhuozhuo moved his fingers, and the glazed light in his eyes kept flowing.
Unexpectedly, Huo Qiu stopped unexpectedly, and grabbed her green wrist with deep eyebrows, causing her to cry out in surprise, and the next moment, he was pressed into his arms vigorously by the man.
The tip of her nose rubbed against the man's chest, a little painful and itchy, and she couldn't stretch out her hands to scratch it. She just struggled a few times with a stiff body, but it attracted him to restrain him even more forcefully.
"Your Majesty?" Tang Zhuozhuo reached out and patted his back hesitantly. His tall body covered her tightly, and she was plunged into the darkness. She felt a little flustered in her heart.
The maid in front just glanced at it and didn't dare to look any more. She stood aside holding the lanterns, and those lanterns seemed to be pearls in the darkness, glowing softly.
"Justice is given, Jiaojiao should give me a smile, right?" After a long while, Huo Qiu's hoarse voice came out, and her cold lips inadvertently rubbed against the back of her warm neck, drawing her into his arms. One of them shivered slightly.
Tang Zhuozhuo still had doubts in his heart, so his voice came out, as if a ball of cotton wool was blocked in his throat, "Wang Yi was robbed?"
Huo Qiu was dissatisfied with her uttering the name of another man at the moment, so he responded with a low voice.
"I'll deal with this matter, so there's no need for Jiaojiao to worry." As if knowing what she was thinking, Huo Qiu let go of her arms, and in the dark night, he carefully outlined the outline of her hair and brows, his eyes were not obsessed with obsession of.
His palm was so hot that he didn't even turn back to Qianqing Palace, he turned a corner and followed her into the gate of Changchun Palace.
Tang Zhuozhuo's face was slightly annoyed, annoyed at how thick-skinned this man was, but in the end he didn't say anything to choke with him in front of others.
After entering the inner hall, the maids who served her retreated in an orderly manner. Tang Zhuozhuo sat alone in front of the bronze mirror, and let go of her loose hair. It made her knuckles like green onions.
No one spoke in the hall, and it was unreasonably quiet for a while.
The wind gradually became stronger, and the window rattled. She walked over and set up a corner of the window as if there was no one else present. The cool night wind was blowing wildly, and at a glance, there were strange and dark trees and flower branches outside.
Tang Zhuozhuo covered his lips and yawned half-truthfully, his eyes filled with half of the tears, he looked like a cat with no bones, and said to the man with a strong sense of presence in the palace: "What happened after such a fuss?" Out, the courtiers and concubines are exhausted, and the body is very lazy..."
She didn't say the latter words, but the thoughts were clearly written between her eyes and brows, she almost understood and asked him to move.
Huo Qiu took a deep breath, her chest was aching, the anger in her heart was intertwined with a little grievance, she was very sore, but she still refused to accept the slightest softness.
Since he was born, he has been the favored son of heaven, cold and self-disciplined, never loses his sense of proportion with women, and now that he has been defeated by her, even now, he has no regrets.
It's like being possessed.
He pulled the petite ball into his arms in a few steps, ignored her struggle, and almost gnashed his teeth next to her ear with astonishing force, "How long will Jiaojiao be angry with me?"
Tang Zhuozhuo was taken aback for a moment, and his face slowly blushed after a while. It has been two months since their quarrel, and it was he who first bowed his head and came to her without the emperor's face.
This man wants to save face and suffer. In his last life, until his own death, he never let go of his own thoughts. Now that Emperor Chongjian can let go of such a sentence, Tang Zhuozhuo held up his pretty face the size of a slap On his face, pride and cunning were all written on his face.
"Does the emperor miss his concubine?" She squinted her eyes and rubbed Huo Qiu's resolute chin. The speed of her face change was astonishingly fast. Huo Qiu was so angry that he laughed heavily, his chest trembled a few times, and he pinched her small chin. But his eyes stayed on those charming lips.
"Want it or not, Jiaojiao doesn't know?"
If he didn't want to, why would he be tricked by her in the palm of his hand? How could he do what she wanted knowing that she was thinking carefully, let alone do such absurd things as climbing over the wall.
All the absurd things that he thought were impossible were completely smashed by himself.
When did Emperor Chongjian become too soft on others? She happened to meet this little coquette, and changed her principles again and again, lowering her head lower and lower every time, but she was still not satisfied.
It really complies with the old saying, heroes are short of breath, but sons and daughters love each other.
Tang Zhuozhuo tilted her head and laughed silently, the tear mole under the corner of her eyes touched people's hearts, she stretched out two arms like crisp lotus root, wrapped around the man's neck, and hummed softly.
"Hold it."
Huo Qiu sighed in his heart, he was very willing, and hugged her to the couch, seeing her thick black hair scattered among the gurgling mountains and rivers on the mattress, blending perfectly, his heart skipped a beat.
Tang Zhuozhao spent a long time in Yili Palace, but now he was lying on the soft bed, sighed softly, and even relaxed his toes.
The man also got on the bed, and hugged her into his arms. The whole body was soft and warm, his brows relaxed, and he felt a little sleepy.
In the past two months, without her by his side, his ears finally became clear, but his heart was always uneasy, as if an invisible thread was pulling him, and that thread was held in the palm of her hand, and the natural person followed, whatever She kneaded and kneaded, but she didn't want to resist, she was very willing.
It's just that the delicate fragrance of nephrite jade is restless, she poked his shoulder with her pink finger, and said in a low voice in the darkness: "Is it true what Zhong Yuxi said about the conversation between the two in the imperial garden?"
Huo Qiu caught her fingers in his hands and played with them fondly, his eyes could hardly hide the light in the dark night, he hooked the corners of his mouth mockingly, "It's expected."
In the blink of an eye, Tang Zhuozhuo figured out something. She raised her head abruptly, took a breath, and asked, "The emperor let him go on purpose?"
If so, then everything makes sense, but what is Huo Qiu's purpose in doing this
After all, the General's Mansion has long been dilapidated, in name only, and is no longer ranked among the nobles in Kyoto.
Not worth the effort.
"He was indeed rescued, but he lost two legs. Even if he was rescued, what would be the use?"
Just right for fishing.
Tang Zhuozhuo lowered his eyelids, and when he thought about Wang Yi's face, he felt extremely confused, like a window in winter. When she looked out at a glance, all she could see was foggy.
Huo Qiu obviously didn't want her to ask more about this matter, he always had a grudge against that man. Tang Zhuozhao really didn't ask any more questions, just don't provoke her, everything is easy to talk about.
The story of Zhong Yuxi spread throughout the court overnight, and the Zhong family wrote a letter to several big families, but they didn't mention Zhong Yuxi's story, and the content of the letter was exactly the matter of the draft that Tang Zhuozhuo mentioned that day.
Looking at the emperors of all dynasties, there is no harem woman who is as young as Emperor Chongjian, and there is no emperor's heir until now, so those ministers are naturally anxious.
Qianqing Palace, study room.
Huo Qiu briefly glanced at the memorial in his hand, then threw it on the table impatiently, put down the ink pen, and said angrily: "Please take care of my harem, now that Huo Qi is making trouble in Huainan, No one dared to call for soldiers to go."
Huainan is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
Huo Qi has a geographical advantage, and there are generals under his command, and Huainan is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the grain harvest is good, which is more than enough to supply the army.
It is normal that no one dares to do this early bird.
Li Desheng put on some hot tea, and said: "The emperor calms down, it's not that no one is going, the number one scholar in court this morning is not asking for orders to go..."
Before he could say that, he saw Huo Qiu's ice-blade gaze, his whole body trembled, and he said with a compensatory smile, "Your servant talks too much, your servant talks too much."
Huo Qiu held his hands behind his back and stood up straight.
This battle with Huo Qi is inevitable, and it is bound to be fought. The intact mountains and rivers of the Dajin Dynasty cannot fall apart in his hands!
At this time, Tang Zhuozhuo was leading people to the imperial garden, surrounded by pavilions, waterside pavilions, and many rockery boulders, she was so hot from the sun that her scalp was burning, and finally saw the fake rocks stained with black blood.
The blood was extremely black, after a night, it had dried into puddles of suspicious blood clots, and when one sniffed it closely, there was a very strong fishy smell.
An Xia was so smoked that she took a few steps back, supported Tang Zhuo Zhuo and asked, "Ma'am, is this blood from a normal person?"
Why does it look so scary
Tang Zhuozhuo stood in doubt for a moment, then shook his head slightly, and led the people back to Changchun Palace without saying a word.
She sat for the whole morning without making a sound, which frightened An Xia enough.
"Ma'am, but what's wrong with that blood?"
Tang Zhuozhuo raised his eyes to look at her, pursed his lips and smiled, "It's okay, I just thought of something and felt restless, you can go down and make a pot of tea for me first."
After what happened with Anzhi yesterday, the saddest thing was this silly girl, her eyes were still red when she came to serve her in the morning.
After holding the tea in the palm of her hand, the chill that penetrated into the bone marrow began to slowly weaken. The wind outside the window was still and the trees were quiet. A bottomless pool.
After a while, Tang Zhuozhao got up and cleaned his hands, walked around to the table behind the screen, picked up the pen that had been left aside for a long time, dipped it in ink, and sketched on the empty white paper.
Different from her graceful handwriting in the past, this time she wrote the pen very quickly and in one go, with the power of the pen penetrating the back of the paper, with a majestic and majestic meaning surging out of each stroke.
When the pen was ready to be written, there was a word "Jiang" on that piece of white paper. It was so strong that it was not like a woman's writing. Tang Zhuozhuo looked at this page of paper, rubbed his sore wrist, shook his head dissatisfied after a while, and put the paper Throw it aside in a ball.
Tang Zhuozhuo limp on the arhat couch, waving weakly, she whispered in An Xia's ear, and said, "Take the wooden sign I put in the wooden box, go to Fuyun Building on West Street and send Jiang Jianxi Please come to the palace."
After finishing speaking, she rubbed the center of her eyebrows and said, "Go now, you go in person."
"Don't talk too much when you see him, just follow my orders and call him into the palace."
Jiang Jianxi has a reputation as a genius doctor, and Huo Qiu granted him the privilege to go in and out of the palace freely with him, but he is used to being uninhibited, and has always been tired of the environment in the palace, and basically stays wandering in the capital.
It seemed that he had to stay in Kyoto for some reason, which was extremely weird.
The influence that can bring Jiang Jianxi here is enough to attract people's attention.