Legend of the Orchid

The emperor fell ill again, and this time he simply skipped the morning court. Zhao Tingjie went to visit his father anxiously, and found that Zhao Kuangyin's complexion was black and blue, and he looked like he was dying.

According to the eunuch's report, last night the emperor saw that his body was a little stronger, his face was happy, and after drinking some wine, he went crazy in the middle of the night, howled and rushed out of the announcement room, and blew in the wind for half an hour, and finally caught a cold. Has been in a coma until now has not awakened.

Zhao Tingjie felt that the problem was serious. He didn't have enough military power right now, and once his father passed away, the power in the court would definitely be controlled by his uncle Zhao Guangyi, and he could only get rid of Zhao Guangyi by assassination, but what if he failed?Will I have to bear the charge of treason in the end?

Laner is really fooling around!

Zhao Tingjie returned to the mansion holding his breath, and when he saw the housekeeper, he immediately asked, "Where's Lan'er!"

The housekeeper thought it must be Miss Lan, so he answered cautiously: "Mr. Lan is in the conservatory."

Zhao Tingjie strode towards the garden, and when he got to the door of the flower house, he suddenly saw the familiar figure from behind.

Zhong Lan was wearing a white dress embroidered with golden thread orchids, and was moving a pot of blue autumn orchids to the sun. Since living in Tingjie's mansion, his clothes have become sober again, because Tingjie doesn't like him wearing those red and black clothes. Bewitching colors.

Seeing the white-clothed boy squatting down in the sun on the courtyard steps, he put his nose close to the white petals, his autumnal peach blossom eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth curved into an intoxicating arc. He lost his mind for a moment, thinking that the fairy in the sky had run into his garden , you shouldn't yell at him, what if you scare him away?

Thinking of this, his tone became lighter, but still sharp: "Lan'er!"

Zhong Lan froze, and stood up slowly, but refused to turn around, he didn't want to see Ting Jie's stinky face when he was angry.

Ting Jie walked up to Zhong Lan, grabbed her wrist, and scolded, "Can't even tie you up?"

Zhong Lan's wrists were tied up with ropes for several days, and his skin and flesh had long been worn out. Ting Jie's grip made him grin his teeth in pain, and couldn't help struggling hard, trying to escape the opponent's claws.

But Ting Jie grabbed both of Zhong Lan's wrists in an instant. He stared at the other's flustered eyes and said with hatred: "My father can't die! Don't you think about it for me!"

Considering court rank?Zhong Lan stopped struggling, looking at the brown pupils of the upper court, he turned his mind and understood the situation of the court, yes, doing what he did was really detrimental to the succession of the court.

He instantly felt that Ting Jie was cold, and now that Zhao Kuangyin was dying, as a son, Ting Jie only cared about whether he could ascend to the throne?

He smiled contemptuously: "Why should I think about you?"

Yes, he never thought of letting the rest of the Zhao family become emperors after he overthrew Zhao Kuangyin!

Ting Jie grasped Zhong Lan's two hands together with one hand, and pinched Zhong Lan's chin with his right hand, his eyes were as cold as ice: "You should think about me!"

What Ting Jie meant was that Zhong Lan and him were one, so naturally they should think of themselves, but Zhong Lan would be wrong, he was deeply disappointed by Ting Jie's selfishness, and for a moment his eyes and brows were full of sarcasm.

"Stubborn!" Ting Jie was completely irritated by Zhong Lan's attitude, and shouted, "Jin Yan, prepare the medicine!"

Jin Yan glanced at Mr. Lan worriedly, and went as ordered. Ting Jie grabbed Zhong Lan's arm and dragged him into her room. No matter what precious jade and porcelain, they smashed randomly and made a mess in the house.

Ting Jie didn't stop Zhong Lan, and when the other party was lying on the table panting heavily, he said coldly, "Is it over?"

Zhong Lan was still panting, and he found that his body had become weaker due to excessive casting of spells recently.

Ting Jie threw Zhong Lan onto the chair and tied him with a rope. Zhong Lan cursed angrily, "Zhao Ting Jie, you bastard... um..."

His mouth was suddenly covered by Ting Jie's big palm, it turned out that it was Jin Yan who brought the medicine.

Said it was medicine, but it looked like water, Ting Jie picked up the medicine bowl, grabbed Zhong Lan's cheeks, and forced the other party to pour it in.

A familiar taste lingered on the tip of her tongue, and Zhong Lan felt a chill in her heart: "Water sinking?"

Ting Jie was noncommittal and only said, "I don't want to break your tendons."

Zhong Lan's eyes widened in disbelief, her lips muttered: "You poisoned me?"

Ting Jie avoided the other party's questioning eyes, and said coldly, "This is the best way I can think of."

Zhong Lan's heart was ashamed, knowing that in the face of power and love, Ting Jie had made a choice. It turned out that she was not that important in Ting Jie's heart.

The effect of the medicine developed quickly. After a cup of tea, Zhong Lan could not move her body or speak. The court steps untied Zhong Lan and carried her to the bed. Lan's body began to work.

As expected of the Zhao family, even their behaviors were so consistent, Zhong Lan didn't want to be intimate with Ting Jie for the first time, although her body still enjoyed happiness, but there was a gap in her heart, and when the happiness dissipated, her heart ached slightly.

Shui Shen San originated from Lingnan, and it can make people unable to move for three hours, so Ting Jie has to force Zhong Lan to take it once every night. Your jaw."

Zhong Lan knew that Ting Jie had a hard-hearted heart, and he did what he said, so he really stopped resisting and let Ting Jie pour the medicine, but when the last drop of medicine was drained, he looked into Ting Jie's brown eyes and said every word. Say, "I hate you!"

Tingjie's handsome sword eyebrows were raised, even at this moment, he still wanted to preach: "Lan'er, don't disobey me anymore, you can't live without me!"

Zhong Lan laughed back angrily: "Try it!"

"No need!" Zhao Tingjie said coldly, standing up and piercing the opponent's body fiercely.

When she couldn't see the courtyard in the past, Zhong Lan racked her brains to see the other party, but now that they are together every day, it has changed. He is firmly controlled by the other party in the palm of his hand, like an orchid in a greenhouse, so slender So fragile, I have to be cautious even when I open up, and I live more and more silently.

Zhong Lan was getting thinner day by day, he hadn't spoken for a long time, and he hadn't smiled for a long time, those two fresh and tender lips were like withered rose petals, the edges were gradually scorching black, and the crooked moon could no longer be drawn.

The court steps touched Zhong Lan's clearly visible ribs, and he couldn't bear it. According to the report of the palace servants, although the father is still seriously ill, he has never been frightened. It can be seen that Lan'er has not made any mistakes again, but now Lan'er is like a walking dead. How can I make him smile again?

Tingjie ordered the housekeeper to spend a lot of money to buy precious orchids from all over the country. Some long-sleeved and skillful officials thought that he liked orchids, so they hurriedly searched for strange varieties of orchids and offered them to him. Although Zhao Tingjie was not as powerful as King Jin, he was the second son of the current emperor after all. If the Holy Majesty is unable to return to heaven, how can he not issue a will to leave the throne to his own son when he is dying?

Although he understood the psychology of those officials, Zhao Tingjie did not refuse. He wanted to surprise Zhong Lan. He hadn't seen Zhong Lan smile for a long time.

On this day, Zhong Lan went back to her room with her back. Zhong Lan hadn't gotten up yet. After waiting for a while, she found that the other party was already awake, but she was just sleeping with her eyes closed. Feeling a little sad, he gently lifted the other party up, put on Zhong Lan's clothes and shoes, and walked out with Zhong Lan in his arms without waiting for the maid to come to help wash.

This is the first time that Ting Jie has treated Zhong Lan so tenderly in these days. Zhong Lan looked up at Ting Jie's slightly blue chin, and suddenly wanted to touch the other party's face, but when the other party looked down at him, he lowered his head. The eyelids perfectly avoided the other party's sight.

When the two came to the flower room, the orchids they had collected these days had been put out by the gardener, red, green, yellow, white, purple, and even a rare blue, which made Zhong Lan let out a low exclamation. It was the first time in many days that he made a sound, which made Ting Jie very satisfied.

In fact, the beauty of orchids does not lie in the abundance, but in the independence of the world. However, Zhao Tingjie was so overjoyed that he insisted on creating a grand scene of a hundred flowers competing for beauty, which really made the gardeners feel ashamed. This luxurious style has not changed after many years.

Putting Zhong Lan down on the court steps, the latter seemed to regain some of her vigor, and floated away among the flowers like a butterfly.

Zhong Lan went to look at the blue orchid, and saw that the blue petals had a jewel-like luster, she liked it very much, she couldn't help stretching out her slender hands to touch the orchid petals, but she didn't dare to touch it for fear of breaking the delicate skin. Flowers are really contradictory.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of his palm, which was covered with fish scale-like gray spots, and there were signs of extending to the wrist. He couldn't help but burn all his internal organs, holding the blue flower with trembling fingers, and crushed the whole flower into pieces. Blue juice.

Ting Jie was surprised, and hurried to Zhong Lan's side and asked, "What's wrong?"

Tears flickered in Zhong Lan's eyes, and he said, "Let me go."