"careful"
There seemed to be pain in Zhao Jingyan's deep black eyes.
Qingguan raised his eyes, looked at it for a moment, endured the pain in his chest, and said, "Nothing. Please pull out the silver needle on time."
"Yes, miss."
Qingguan pushed away the hand, walked to Queen Qin, and said respectfully: "Queen, the Emperor will wake up in about half an hour. The common people should rest for a while first. They are weak and can't bear it."
The hand was empty, and Zhao Jingyan felt lost in her heart. The careless brows changed to a dull color, hiding all her thoughts under her face.
At this time, Queen Qin was convinced of the woman in front of her and said hurriedly: "Come here, help Miss Six into the inner hall to rest."
"The old ancestor is old, please ask her to go back home and rest."
After Qingguan said this, his vision went dark and he slowly fell down.
"Miss Sixth..."
Zhao Jingyan knew that her hands were weak, so she held her hand to support her, and put her index finger under her nose to calm her mind, and said: "I am not strong enough, I will carry her to the inner hall."
Everyone only focused on the dragon bed and never thought about whether Zhao Jingyan's move was in compliance with the rules.
The woman closed her eyes silently, and the paleness on her bloodless face made Zhao Jingyan's heart suddenly tighten.
Looking at the imperial city from within the capital, all you can see are the high palace walls and raised turrets. Outsiders cannot know the situation of the emperor's residence, and can only guess the scene inside from the chaos.
In the dark night, even the palace walls were blurred.
The British Duke's study was brightly lit, but there were only father and daughter Yin Jiuling and Yin Daimei in the room.
The tea was cold and brewed again, and it was brewed and cold again. It had been a long night of sitting. There is no news at all from the palace, and I don’t know what’s going on.
Yin Daimei felt her heart fluttering. She, who had always been quiet and decent, had a look of despair on her face, and the handkerchief in her hand was tightly clenched.
Yin Jiuling sighed one after another, and the word Sichuan between his eyebrows deepened.
The emperor was in a coma, and he was like an arrow ready to go inside and outside the palace. He got a secret letter from the palace, ordering him to make preparations secretly.
He was afraid of long nights and many dreams, so he immediately wrote a letter to Su Ziyu, but he was also afraid that he would stand still, so he asked his daughter to add a few affectionate words.
Who would have thought that there would be no movement at this moment... Waiting, every minute is unbearable, whether the emperor is using this to test, but what if the emperor really has something...
On the one hand, Yin Jiuling felt that the imperial concubine was in a bit of a turmoil and that the arrangement was too early; on the other hand, he felt that when life and death were at stake, he needed to seize the opportunity.
While he was swaying from side to side, he sighed softly: "Ziyu is trustworthy after all."
Yin Daimei was secretly happy. She touched the hand holding the handkerchief to her chest and said, "Father, he is trustworthy. He is just acting like this, just in case... "
Yin Jiuling's face looked troubled, and his palms were already cold. At this moment, footsteps were heard and the study door was pushed open.
"My lord, the emperor is saved."
The British duke breathed a sigh of relief quietly at first, and then he felt a hint of gloom.
It was saved!
Yin Dai's eyebrows trembled slightly, and she hurriedly said: "Father, send someone to deliver the message quickly, asking Ziyu to withdraw the troops and return to the camp. There won't be any delay."
"Yeah!"
Yin Jiuling suddenly realized, "Send someone to deliver the message quickly."
On the trail a hundred miles away, Su Ziyu stood beside the horse with his hands behind his back. He had been motionless for an hour, with a dark armored man behind him.
Yang Rui's expression on the side became more and more solemn, and there was no movement. Is it a good thing or a bad thing
"Commander Su, do you want to send someone to investigate?"
Su Ziyu's body trembled, and sword lights flashed in his eyes, "The imperial city must be heavily guarded at this moment, with one guard every three steps, five troops and one sentry, and not even a fly can fly in. If someone is sent to explore, I'm afraid it will be inappropriate. Just wait."
"But… "
Yang Rui was worried, but he didn't dare to say anything.
Su Ziyu glanced at him, with a touch of gentleness in her eyes, "Her business is my business, how can I ignore it. That's all, doing human affairs and depending on fate, you always have to take a gamble. ”
At this moment, a man in black came flying from a distance, ran to Su Ziyu, knelt down and said, "Third Master, the Marquis ordered the troops to return to the camp quickly. The Emperor is saved."
After that, the person left quietly.
Su Ziyu's eyes sharpened, but his expression was indifferent, and his body did not move at all.
Yang Rui felt weak under his feet.
Leading troops to Beijing privately without an order... This is a serious crime against the Nine Tribes. The emperor must not be able to hide such a big news when he wakes up. This time, he was really killed by the British.
It seems that Commander Su's gamble has failed.
"Commander Su..." Yang Rui called worriedly.
Su Zi was speechless, eyes flashing, thinking about how to clean up the current mess.
"Commander Su, lead your troops back to the camp quickly. I'm afraid it's too late..." Yang Rui raised his voice.
Su Ziyu glanced at him and smiled inexplicably, "Yang Rui, do you think if Su Shangshu knew about this, would he be so angry as an unfilial son like me?"
What time was it, and he was still in the mood to joke, Yang Rui felt a cold air rising from the soles of his feet, and after a while he said: "Ziyu, before dawn, it's better to withdraw the troops and return to the camp early, maybe we can hide. "
Su Ziyu had a thoughtful expression on his face, and after a moment, he said loudly: "Go back to camp."
The night is as cold as water.
Tietou rushed into the study, "Go back to me, sir, there is news from the palace that the emperor is saved!"
"It's over!" Su Qing fell into the chair, lost in thought.
"Master, what should I do?"
Su Qing held Tietou's hand and said word by word: "Have you ever personally delivered your letter to Lao San?"
Tietou was shocked and hurriedly knelt down and said, "Sir, I handed it to the third master with my own hands. He looked at it in front of me."
Su Qing exerted force on her hands, and the rough knuckles were clearly defined.
"Niezi, how dare he?"
Tietou lowered his head and said nothing.
Su Qing pushed him away, stood up and paced anxiously back and forth.
If the emperor wakes up, he will definitely settle the accounts with the queen and lead troops to the capital privately. This is a serious crime that can be executed by the whole family.
Seeing that the master was so angry, Tietou said hurriedly: "Master, now is not the time to argue, we should quickly find a way to resolve this matter."
"Yuan, how come it is round?"
Su Qing shouted sternly: "How did Boss Sheng die and how the Sheng family was destroyed? Have you forgotten?"
Tietou had been following Su Qing for many years, and he knew very well about the old events when he was an adult. He hurriedly came up with an idea: "Master, I'm too talkative. The person who should be anxious about this matter is the Duke of Yin."
Su Qing was enlightened and looked at the loyal servant from top to bottom, "You are right, we are not the ones who should be urgent about this matter. Come and prepare the car. Before dawn, I want to go to the Duke of Yin's Mansion. Take a trip.”
Tietou jumped up and was already out of the study.
"Wait a minute, come back."
"master."
Su Qing thought for a while, sat down in front of the case, and wrote quickly. This matter was no small matter, and he had to provide backup options for the Su family.
After a while, Su Qing stuffed the two identical pieces of paper into the envelope and handed it to Tietou.
"At dawn, you can personally deliver it to the eldest and second lords."
Tietou hurriedly collected the letter in his arms, leaned forward and said, "Don't worry, sir, I will deliver it personally."
After saying this, the people left in a hurry.
Su Qing stood up and stepped outside the study door.
Looking up at the sky, dark clouds covered the moon. He sighed softly, wondering if the Su family could escape this disaster!
Outside the palace gate, Zhao Jingyan personally helped her ancestor get into the car. The ancestor was extremely sleepy at this time, and his head was shaking like a chicken digging rice.
Zhao Jingyan lowered the car curtain and exchanged glances with Jiang Hongwen. The latter lowered his voice and said: "I just received the news that the Shenji Camp has moved."
Zhao Jingyan raised her handsome eyebrows and sighed: "It happened so quickly. Who tipped off the news?"
Jiang Hongwen wrote the word "Yin" in his hand.
Zhao Jingyan was stunned for a moment and sneered: "You are too brave, let's see how they end up? By the way, does the second brother know?"
Jiang Hongwen thought for a while and said: "Prince Rui wishes he could grow ten eyes and stare at Prince Xian. I'm afraid I can't hide such a big movement."
Zhao Jingyan frowned, "It's a good thing if you can't hide it."
"Tinglin, what are you going to do?"
Zhao Jingyan showed a fox-like smile, "I plan to build the plank road openly and cross Chencang secretly."
Jiang Hongwen was moved in his heart and asked, "How do you say this?"
"I haven't decided yet. I'll make a decision after I discuss it with Gu Liu. You send the old lady back first so that the three uncles don't have to worry. Then we'll discuss it with Li Zhuo and the others and come up with an idea."
"And you?"
"I don't worry about her being in the palace, so I have to keep an eye on her."
Zhao Jingyan covered her lips and coughed lightly, then said with a half-smile, "What's more, when my father wakes up, how can I, the most dutiful son in the world, not wait in front of you?"
Jiang Hongwen was about to nod when his expression changed, but he saw A Li galloping towards him on a black horse.
Approaching, A Li got off his horse and walked forward, whispering in a voice that only three people could hear: "Master Hui, he said that Miss Liu will be left as a female doctor in the palace."
Shi Potian's shocking words caused Zhao and Jiang to change their expressions.
"What else did he say?"
A Li said in a low voice: "He asked me to tell him something. The medicine that Imperial Physician Qian gave him back then was replaced by a civet cat for the Crown Prince."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Jingyan and Jiang Hongyan were stunned and couldn't say a word.
Six years ago, the emperor accidentally caught wind and cold, and his body was slightly ailing. Qian Zongfang went to the palace to take his pulse. He said that the pulse was fine and that a few medicines would suffice.
The emperor has always trusted Imperial Physician Qian, and he has been responsible for all the decoctions and medicines. For more than 20 years, there has been no mistake. Just when he was taking the last medicine, he met the Queen visiting him. The queen personally tested the medicine for the emperor, but who knew...
Long Yan was furious and buried his body thousands of miles away. Just when the emperor ordered a thorough investigation of the hospital, Qian Zongfang's family died in the fire.
Someone in the court wrote a letter saying that the fire was caused by Imperial Physician Qian setting himself on fire out of fear of committing a crime. The emperor remained silent, and ten days later secretly ordered Liumen to declare to the outside world that the fire was a natural disaster, not a man-made disaster. He did not mention a word whether Qian Zongfang was poisoned. This matter has become an unsolved mystery for six years.
What does he mean by "instructing A Li tonight"? Do you want Gu Liu to stay in Taiyuan Hospital to personally investigate what happened back then? Or do you want to use her to awaken the emperor's memory... Or do you have other deeper intentions? Zhao Jingyan's thoughts were just like this dark night, extremely dull.