Imperial Favour

"Despite the queen, deceive the king." Huo Qiu read it again, his eyes were bitterly cold, and Ji Er got up, his tall and powerful body, Zhong Yuxi held his face and shook his head, his expression on his face was like a rat in panic. .

Huo Qiu calmly walked, step by step until Zhong Yuxi was in front of him, then he 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.

"It is impossible to keep Zhong Yu imprisoned in the Yili Palace."

Zhong Yuxi screamed and passed out.

After hearing the results, Tang Zhuozuo raised his eyebrows slightly without saying much.

The people she hated into her bones in the previous life have now been retributed, and they have been cleaned up.

The night is deep, the moonlight is like water, and the stars are soft light. Huo Qiu walks ahead, while Tang Zhuozuo absently kicks the small stones along the road. The round stones seem to be too impatient to play these games with her. Gulu turned over and jumped into the dim grass.

The palace ladies in the front lighted lanterns, illuminating the curved palace roads suddenly, seeing the Changchun Palace turning around, Tang Zhuozhuo moved his fingers, and the glazed light under his eyes kept flowing.

Unexpectedly, Huo Qiu was caught off guard, her eyebrows deeply strangled her verdant wrist, which caused her to cry out in a low voice, and the next moment she was pushed into his arms vigorously by the man.

The tip of her nose touched the man's chest, a little painful and itchy, she couldn't stretch her hand to scratch, but she froze and struggled a few times, but it caused him to be more shackled.

"The emperor?" Tang Zhuozhuo stretched out his hand and patted him on the back hesitantly. His tall body covered herself tightly, plunged into the darkness, and her heart was a little flustered.

The maid in front didn't dare to look at it after only one glance. She stood aside with the lanterns. The lanterns became pearls in the dark, glowing with soft light.

"Justice is also given, Jiaojiao should always give me a smiling face, right?" After a while, Huo Qiuluo's hoarse voice came out, and her cold lips inadvertently rubbed her warm back neck, attracting her to his arms. A thin shiver in the middle.

Tang Zhuozhuo still had doubts in his heart, and only then did he speak out, like a ball of cotton wool stuck in his throat, "Wang Yi was robbed?"

Huo Qiu was dissatisfied with the other man's name being spit out in her mouth at this moment, and responded in a low voice.

"I will deal with this matter, there is no need to worry about Jiaojiao." As if knowing what she was thinking, Huo Qiu let go of her arms and traced the outline of her hair and eyebrows in the dark night, not without obsessiveness. of.

His palm was so hot that he didn't even return to the Palace of Qing Dynasty. He turned a corner and followed her into the gate of Changchun Palace.

Tang Zhuozhuo groaned slightly on his face, annoyed at how cheeky the man was, but after all he didn't say anything to choke him in front of others.

Until entering the inner hall, the waiting maid stepped back in an orderly manner. Tang Zhuozhuo sat alone in front of the bronze mirror, loosening the originally loose bun, like Mo's hair with a fragrance, and the jade hairpin in her hand was shining, It made her knuckles like green onions.

There was no one in the temple to speak, and it was so quiet for a while.

The wind gradually became a little louder, and the window clanged. She walked over and raised a corner of the window without anyone else. The cold night breeze was wanton, and at a glance, the outside was full of strangely shaped black forest trees and branches.

Tang Zhuozhuo covered his lips and yawned half-truth, half of the tears suddenly accumulated in his eyes, boneless like a cat, and said to the man with a strong sense of existence in this temple: Come out, the concubines are exhausted, and the body is too lazy..."

She didn't say the following words, but the thoughts were written brightly between the eyebrows, she just understood and asked him to move.

Huo Qiu took a deep breath, his chest tight and painful, the anger in my heart was intertwined with a little grievance, and it was so sore that she still refused to accept the slightest softness.

Since he was born, he has been the proud son of heaven. He is cold and self-disciplined. He has never lost his sense to a woman. He is now defeated by her. Even now, he is not half annoyed.

Enchanted.

He pulled the petite ball into his arms in a few steps, ignoring her struggle, and almost gritted his teeth in her ears, with amazing force, "How long will Jiaojiao have to breathe with me?"

Tang Zhuozuo was taken aback for a moment, then slowly blushed after a while. It has been two months since they argued, and the first to lower their heads, it was him who did not want the emperor to look for her.

This man wanted to face and suffer. In his last life, until he died, he never let go of his heart. Now that Emperor Chongjian can let go of such a sentence, Tang Zhuozhuo is holding a slap. Face, pride and cunning are all written on the face.

"Does the emperor miss his concubines?" She squinted and rubbed Huo Qiu's firm chin. The speed of her face change was staggering. Huo Qiu was so angry that she laughed, shaking her chest, and squeezing her small chin. But his eyes stopped on the gorgeous lips.

"Want or don't, Jiaojiao can't count it?"

If you don't want to, why is she fooled in the palm? Why did she know that she thought carefully and acted like she wanted, let alone done something ridiculous like escaping the wall.

All the absurd things that he thought were impossible were completely broken by himself.

When did Emperor Chongjian be soft to others? It happened to meet this little coquettish bag, and the principle changed again and again, her head lowered lower than once, but she was still not satisfied.

It really complies with the old saying, heroes are short of breath, and children are long in love.

Tang Zhuozhuo smiled silently with his head tilted, the mole under the corner of her eye moved people's hearts. She stretched out two crispy arms around the man's neck, and hummed softly.

"Hold it."

Huo Qiu sighed softly in his heart, willingly, he hugged her to the couch, and looked at the gurgling mountains and rivers where her thick ink hair was scattered on the mattress. The fusion was just right, and the heart moved suddenly.

Tang Zhuozuo was troubled for a long time in the Yili Palace, lying on the soft bed at the moment, sighing low, even the tips of his toes relaxed.

The man also went to bed, and put her in his arms. The little lump of his body was soft and warm, his brows stretched out, and he felt a little sleepy.

In the past two months, without her by her side, the roots of the ears have finally cleared, but my heart is always not at ease, as if there is an invisible thread that is affecting him, and that thread is held in her palm, and natural people follow, let it be. She kneaded, but she didn't want to resist, she was very willing.

It's just that this nephrite jade is not peaceful, she stretched out her pink finger to poke his shoulder, and whispered in the dark: "Is what Zhong Yuxi said about the conversation between the two Royal Gardens, is it true?"

Huo Qiu held her finger in his hand and played with him, and he couldn't put it down. His eyes couldn't hide the light in the dark night. He hooked up the corner of his mouth mockingly, "Something unexpected."

In a flash of lightning, Tang Zhuozhuo wanted to understand something. She raised her head violently, took a breath of cold air, and asked: "The emperor deliberately let him go?"

If so, then everything makes sense, but what is the purpose of Huo Qiu doing this?

After all, the General's Mansion has long since been ruined, nameless, and no longer ranked among the nobles in Kyoto.

It's not worth the effort.

"He was indeed rescued, but he lost two legs. Even if he was rescued, what's the use?"

It's just used for fishing hooks.

Tang Zhuozhuo lowered her eyelids, thinking about Wang Yi's face again, she felt extremely confused, like a window in winter, she could only see a piece of fog when she looked out.

Huo Qiu obviously didn't want her to ask more about this, and he always had a grudge against that man. Tang Zhuozuo really didn't ask any more, just don't provoke her, everything is easy to say.

Zhong Yuxi's affairs spread throughout the courts overnight. The Zhong family wrote a letter to several great families, but did not mention Zhong Yuxi's affairs, and the content of the letter was exactly what Tang Zhuozhuo mentioned that day.

Throughout the emperors of the past, there is no harem woman like Emperor Chongjian Shaocheng, and there is no emperor heir, so the ministers are naturally anxious.

Qianqing Palace, study room.

Huo Qiu glanced roughly at the memorial in his hand, then threw it on the table with a slight impatience. After putting the ink pen, he said in a deep voice: "I care about my harem, now Huo Qi is making trouble in Huainan. No one dared to speak up and invite soldiers to go."

Huainan is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Huo Qi occupies a geographical advantage, there are also generals under his command, and Huainan is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the grain harvest is more than enough to supply the army.

It is normal that no one dared to be this early bird.

Li Desheng changed into hot tea, and said: "The emperor calms down his anger, this is not no one to go, this morning the top Wu champion is not asking for orders..."

Before he could say that word, he saw Huo Qiubing's gaze like Huo Qiubing, his whole body was shaking, and he smiled and said: "The slave speaks a lot, the slave speaks a lot."

Huo Qiu held his hand and stood straight.

This battle with Huo Qi is inevitable and must be fought. The intact mountains and rivers of the Otsu Dynasty cannot become torn apart in his hands!

At this time, Tang Zhuozuo was leading people to the imperial garden, surrounded by pavilions and water pavilions, with many rockery and boulders. Her scalp was hot from the sun before finally seeing the fake stones stained with black blood.

The blood was so dark that it had dried up into a pool of suspicious blood clots after a whole night, and when I got close, there was a very strong smell.

An Xia stepped back after being smoked, and she helped Tang Zhuozuo and asked, "Manny, is this bloodshed by a normal person?"

Why does it look so scary?

Tang Zhuozuo stood uncertainly for a moment, then shook his head slightly, and took the person back to Changchun Palace without a word.

She sat all morning without making a sound, but An Xia was scared.

"Niang, but what's so strange about that blood?"

Tang Zhuozuo raised his eyes to look at her, pursed his lips and smiled, "It's okay, my palace has just thought of something, and my mind is restless. You go down and make a pot of tea for my palace."

Once the things that Anzhi had passed yesterday, the saddest thing was this stupid girl, whose eyes were still red when she came to serve in the morning.

After holding the tea in the palm of her hand, the chill deep into the bone marrow began to slowly weaken, and the wind stopped outside the window, her fingertips on the tea cup were tender and tender, and the emotions in her eyes gradually calmed down, like a mouth The bottomless pool.

After a while, Tang Zhuozhuo got up and cleaned his hands, went around the table behind the screen, picked up the pen that had been shelved for a long time, soaked it with ink, and sketched on the empty white paper.

Different from her previous graceful handwritings, she finished her pen strokes very quickly this time. The pen strokes through the back of the paper, and the majestic and majestic meaning surging from stroke to stroke.

After finishing writing, there was a Jiang character on the white paper. The strength and strength was completely different from that of a woman. Tang Zhuozuo looked at this page of paper, rubbed his painful wrist, and shook his head unsatisfactorily after a moment, and removed the paper. Throw it aside.

Tang Zhuozhao softened on the Arhat couch, waving her hand weakly. She attached An Xia’s ear and said, "Take the wooden sign I put in the wooden box, and go to the Fuyun Building on West Street to take Jiangjianxi. Please come in."

After that, she rubbed her eyebrows and said, "Go now, you go personally."

"When you see him, don't say much, just listen to my orders and call him into the palace."

Jiang Jianxi has a reputation as a genius doctor. Huo Qiu was granted the privilege to freely enter and exit the palace with him. It's just that he is uninhibited. He has always been bored with the palace environment, and basically stays in Kyoto.

It's like having to stay in Kyoto for some reason, which is very weird.

The influence that can hold Jiang Jianxi here is enough to attract attention.