Thousand Faces Lock Royal Heart

The moon shines on the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and the cold light sprinkled all over the ground makes the cold courtyard even more bleak and solemn.

Shuo Zhen was reviewing the piles of memorials on the table with the imperial pen. Concubine Yun walked around behind him, pressing her slender fingers on his shoulders, her dexterous hands massaging just right, her voice was soft and tender, "Your Majesty, You are tired too, so take a rest first and drink up this bowl of lotus seed soup cooked by the concubine himself, the concubine has spent a lot of effort!"

Shuozhen remained silent, his eyes drifted from the memorial on the table to the open door of the side hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, which was facing Zhan Linglong lying on the bed.

Under the order of the queen mother, the imperial physician took Zhan Linglong's pulse and gave him a prescription, saying that he had contracted a cold and was suffering from a sudden fire, so he prescribed a prescription for him to rest.

Originally, Zhan Linglong asked to go back to his Xu Lanzhai, but Shuozhen left him in the Hall of Mental Cultivation with the order to accompany him around.Even Shuozhen himself didn't understand why he kept this person who committed the crime of deceiving the emperor until now, and he insisted on staying by his side.

"Miss, drink this bowl of medicine." Zhan Jin brought the soup that the maid had just made to Zhan Linglong, as if coaxing a child.

"Cough...cough...didn't you just drink it before? Didn't you remember the time wrong, why do you want to drink again?" Zhan Linglong slowly opened his eyes, slightly raised his eyebrows, and the irritability in his eyes flashed passed away.

Shuozhen frowned slightly because of Zhan Linglong's actions, completely ignoring the beauty behind him.

"How could Jin'er remember this kind of thing wrongly? They were all done according to the imperial doctor's orders. Miss, you should drink it quickly. It will weaken the effect of the medicine when it gets cold." Zhan Jin could see the other party's impatience, but she also There was really no better way, so I sent the medicine bowl to Zhan Linglong again, forcing him to drink it.

Reluctantly, Zhan Linglong turned the corner of his mouth, and reached out to pick up the soup that exuded a strong bitter taste. Maybe it was because he was too indifferent, or maybe it was his inner resistance that made his hand touch the side of the soup bowl. At that time, by accident, it fell on his body and the bed.

"Oh...Miss, your hand, what...what to do?" Zhan Jin shouted in panic, and wiped the concoction from Zhan Linglong's hand with the handkerchief.

Shuozhen jumped up from the chair almost immediately, hit the table without knowing it, rushed straight to the person on the bed in the side hall, pushed Hanjin roughly, and roared at her, "Are you What happened? Will she know how to do things? How could she be so careless? Come on... and drag her out..."

"Your Majesty, are you really angry with Longyan?" Zhan Linglong's face looked soft under the moonlight, he pursed his lips and smiled lightly, his eyes were shining, "But... Linglong really doesn't understand , what is worthy of the emperor's anger?"

"She asked you..." When Shuozhen looked at those eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything, he suddenly realized what he had done. He seemed to care too much about this bullying man.

"I... I don't allow such clumsy people in my mind-nourishing hall." Shuozhen roared roughly, unable to restrain the concern in his heart, he took Zhan Linglong's red and swollen fingers that were scalded by the soup , frowned and looked at Zhan Jin who was kneeling on the ground and trembling, and said sharply: "Hurry up and ask for the imperial physician, you're looking for death in a daze!"

"Yes, servant girl is going now." Zhan Jin stumbled to his feet and ran towards the door.

"Wait, Jiner!" Zhan Linglong called back his personal maid, smiled softly at Shuozhen, and gently pushed Shuozhen away to hold his hand with the other hand that was not burned, lightly He said: "Your Majesty, it is already very late at this moment. To invite the imperial physician for such a trivial matter, I don't know how many people will talk about Linglong tomorrow..."

Zhan Linglong's hands wrapped around Shuozhen's neck suddenly, and he pulled the other person's body close to his body. His soft and thin lips touched the other person's earlobe lightly, and said in a voice of only two people: "Mr. The concubine knew that the emperor didn't really care about Ling Long by doing this, but just wanted to create more enemies for Ling Long.

Why is the emperor so anxious?If you take Linglong to meet the queen mother today, it is enough to make the concubines in the harem jealous, so don't bother me any more now, and let the imperial doctor rest. "

Shuozhen squinted his eyes and carefully examined the man in front of him. Does this man really miss me so much?I think I just want him to make enemies in the palace.Why is there a faint feeling of anger in my heart?

Isn't it for such a purpose?Do you really care about this person?Are you angry because the other party doesn't understand your own mind?

Shuozhen didn't dare to continue thinking about it, but when he saw that delicate fingers were red and swollen, his heart felt faintly sour.