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The room was surprisingly quiet for a while, and the faint bitter smell of medicine in the air made Chen Jingyu restless. He was afraid that Li Zhiying would bring up the matter of the medicine again, so he rarely took the initiative to speak up, "Have you eaten your majesty? Can you ask the palace servants to pass on some more meals?" ?”

Li Zhiyuan thought in a daze that he had returned to the Seventh Prince's Mansion, but he soon regained his senses. Even though Chen Jingyu privately sought out Imperial Physician Liu to avoid Zifang's annoyance, he did not intend to have an attack. I didn't realize that being pregnant with a child was the best punishment for Chen Jingyu.

Thinking of this, the anger in his heart dissipated a little, and he walked forward and sat down.

Chen Jingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and tried his best to look as normal as possible.

The special jade chopsticks sent by Li Zhiyuan, Wang Gongzheng wanted to use the silver needle to test the poison, because his eyes hinted to stop the movement in his hands, and he backed away clearly.

The two who used to be close to each other now have nothing to say even when they have a meal.

Chen Jingyu silently lowered his eyes to pick up the rice in the porcelain bowl, while Li Zhiyuan pretended to look at him unintentionally.

His chin was so thin that his chin was sharp, why he just kept eating the tasteless white rice, he glanced at the big fish and meat on the desk, it was full of meat, not even a little green, how could it be possible for Chen Jingyu, who had always had a light taste Swallow?

Just as he was about to call the people from the small kitchen to question him, he suddenly remembered that he had ordered the palace servants to feed Chen Jingyu meat dishes, and his face was extremely ugly for a moment.

Chen Jingyu didn't know what Li Zhiyuan was thinking, he just felt that he couldn't eat with such a big Buddha sitting beside him, but he couldn't show that he was angry with the uncertain Li Zhiyuan, so he could only focus on the white rice in his hand, Send a few grains to your mouth.

Seeing him like this, Li Zhiyuan couldn't help but said, "I can't afford you in the palace, who are you showing this to?"

He was concerned in his heart, but what came out of his mouth was evil words.

Chen Jingyu paused, looked up at Li Zhiyuan, and reluctantly picked a piece of mandarin fish and put it in his mouth.

The fish was cooked soft and delicious, but Chen Jingyu, who is not used to fish, still smelled the fishy smell, so he frowned unconsciously, but swallowed it with the discomfort, then raised his hand, as if he was about to go Clip the second piece.

His wrist was suddenly grabbed, and Li Zhiyuan said bitterly, "So reluctant, why don't you eat it."

Chen Jingyu sighed silently. The rabbit has a three-point temper when it is pressed, not to mention that he is a human being. He raised his eyes and looked at Li Zhiyuan, and said calmly, "If I don't eat it, Your Majesty will blame it. If I eat it, Your Majesty will also blame it. This should be done." How should I call my minister?"

Li Zhiyuan was blocked by his rhetorical question, he was overwhelmed with depression, and said coldly, "I don't like what you do."

Chen Jingyu was stabbed severely, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and said with a wry smile, "Yes, I deserve it, no matter how much your majesty blames me, you should."

Li Zhiyuan didn't know why he became like this again, he gritted his teeth, and reprimanded, "Come here, the dishes don't suit Mr. Chen's wishes, so I will remove them all."

Soon four servants came in and cleaned up the dishes on the table.

Chen Jingyu and Li Zhiyuan were in a stalemate, neither of them would give in first, and when the door was closed again, Li Zhiyuan let go of the palm that had been holding Chen Jingyu's wrist. He wanted to say something, but there was a smear between Chen Jingyu's brows. The faint sadness that would not go away, the hurtful words stuck in his throat, did not turn into a sharp knife and stab Chen Jingyu.

But his actions have already carved a mark in Chen Jingyu's heart. Chen Jingyu knew that Li Zhiyuan came to Mingxuan Hall now, and he just wanted to humiliate him. By Li Zhiyuan.

Seeing him like this, Li Zhiyuan didn't know why, and looked at him questioningly.

Chen Jingyu took off his outer shirt on his own.

Li Zhiyuan stood up with a hoot, stared wide-eyed at Chen Jingyu wading on the bed as if resigned to his fate, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Chen Jingyu tilted his head to look at him, and there was no emotion in his eyes, "Your Majesty is here, isn't it just for this?"

Li Zhiyuan's eyes darkened, and his ten fingers hanging by his side trembled. He really wanted to humiliate Chen Jingyu, but he couldn't see the arrogant Chen Jingyu humiliating himself.

The Chen Jingyu in front of him, no longer looked as cold as before, but was like an oil lamp that was about to burn out, struggling in vain to leave the last bit of light.

Li Zhiyuan was angry and sad, and strode over. He was in a high position and looked at the pale face hidden in the darkness on the bed. Answer me."

Chen Jingyu shook his head, closed his eyes without speaking.

He quietly waited for Li Zhiyuan's next move, but when he arrived, Li Zhiyuan walked away. Chen Jingyu slowly sat up from the bed, looking at the figure who had already walked to the door, there was such a momentary impulse, he He wanted to tell Li Zhiyuan that stealing the tiger talisman was not what he wanted, what he wanted was that Li Zhiyuan could live in peace in the world.

But just as he opened his lips, Li Zhiyuan opened the door neatly and left without looking back.

All the courage that Chen Jingyu had accumulated disappeared with Li Zhiyuan's departure. He sat there for a long time in a daze, and at the end, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

That's it.

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After breaking up with Li Zhiyuan, Chen Jingyu didn't see him for nearly ten days.

I don't know if it was Li Zhiyuan's intentional instruction, but the palace servant actually talked about Li Zhiyuan and Cai Yi in front of him.

Three days ago, Li Zhiyuan stayed in Cai Yi's Fengyi Hall and did not come out of the hall until dawn.

I know in my heart that the son of heaven and the mother of the country are a match made in heaven, but for Chen Jingyu to really hear that Li Zhiyuan and Cai Yi are married, there is no doubt that the stick will be added to the body, and the stick will be pierced into the flesh.

He stared at the colorful clouds in the sky in despair, not knowing what it was like to live in such a day.

How long does Li Zhiyuan want to tease him, it is better to give him a good time.

Suddenly someone approached beside him, Chen Jingyu glanced at it, it was a man dressed as a palace servant, his face was looking at Shengfen, he thought it was a new transfer, and was trying to avoid it, but the palace servant bumped into him on purpose, and quietly put a piece of paper on his face. The note was stuffed into his palm, and then he knelt down and begged for mercy, "Master Chen, forgive me. This slave walks blindly and accidentally bumped into Master Chen. Please, Master Chen, punish the slave."

Two palace servants in the distance were looking here, Chen Jingyu felt uneasy, but he did not expose the man in front of him, secretly squeezed the note tightly, and said calmly, "It's nothing, get up."

The palace attendant lowered his head, Chen Jingyu didn't dare to look any further, and went straight into the room.

Spreading out the note, I saw just two lines, "It's clear and snowy on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, when the old man sees you again."

A five-petal ink plum is dipped at the bottom.

Chen Jingyu's complexion changed suddenly, this was a sign used by the attic to convey messages.

This note was sent by Li Zhiying's messenger.

He was horrified, years of vigilance made him quickly burn the note with a candle, but his heart was in a mess.

The sky is full of clouds and clouds, unpredictable.

Chen Jingyu's eyebrows were beating non-stop, and his palms were sweating.

Li Zhiying was able to send him a letter in the palace, presumably he still had a bargaining chip in his hands, so what was he planning?

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Li Zhiying: Our hall wants to do something, we need to do something!