I love the harem with my sweet mouth

In late spring.

There was light rain in the sky, and spring rain was as expensive as oil. Han Qingyang thought that if there were a few more spring rains in the three places of Yongzhou, then there would be no need to worry about spring planting. It would be a bumper harvest in autumn.

This is already the third day back in the palace.

Three days ago, hundreds of thousands of troops surrounded the capital like a dark cloud. Qi Meng shouted in front of the formation. He was full of energy and his voice was like a bell. The city gate was opened.

Only after seeing him later did he realize that the leader also came from the outskirts. He used to be with Qi Meng, and the two had a very good personal relationship.

When they arrived at the palace, they encountered slight resistance and resistance, but under the hands of Qi Meng, Li Zhuang and others, they captured the palace in just a moment.

The throne returned to Zhou Yanzong's hands without any effort, and he became the noble "soft concubine" again.

It's just that Han Qingyang couldn't be happy.

Because Zhou Yanzong's "illness" is so strange, since he fell ill last time, he has been suffering from low-grade fever, so that he has lost a lot of weight in just a few days. show.

I can only secretly shed a few tears in no one's place, the drizzle is falling outside the window, the pear tree in the corner is nourished by the spring rain, and it blooms more and more vigorously, and the clusters of white flowers brighten the gray sky Embellished with a bit of freshness.

When Duofu came in, Han Qingyang sniffed.

"Any news?"

Dove shook his head.

Zhou Yanzong's illness has not improved. At first, he thought it was because of Hu Sheng's poor medical skills, which was why he was unable to recover. But now the imperial physicians of the imperial hospital take turns to consult, and they couldn't find out why. Han Qingyang's mood sank to the bottom.

What's even more strange is that this disease only has a low-grade fever, but it is not a serious threat to life just by looking at it, but the whole person is sick, not as lively and vigorous as in the past.

His hand hanging by his side quietly clenched into a fist, "I'll go and see for myself."

Duofu hurriedly persuaded: "Master, it's cold and damp in the dark prison, it's inevitable..."

Han Qingyang went straight to the dark prison.

When I saw Zhou Chaoxiu again, he was lying on the ground covered with hay with disheveled hair, and raised his eyelids when he heard footsteps, "Aren't these younger brothers and sisters?"

He leaned against the wall and sat up, laughing twice.

"What's the matter? My younger brother is dying now, so the younger siblings came to me?"

Han Qingyang looked at him coldly, "Zhou Chaoxiu, if you tell the truth, I can give you a way to survive."

The light in the dark cell was dim, but it didn't affect Han Qingyang's stunning face at all. Zhou Chaoxiu licked his chapped lips.

"you?"

Han Qingyang smiled contemptuously.

"Yes, it's just me!"

Zhou Chaoxiu stared at him for a while, then laughed again.

"It's just a male concubine who serves others with color. What a big tone. If Zhou Yanzong wants my life wholeheartedly, how can you keep me?"

Han Qingyang ignored his cynicism.

"I've given you three days to think about it. Since you're so ungrateful, don't blame me for being cruel."

He glanced at the guard, who opened the cell door.

Han Qingyang bent down and walked in, then involuntarily took out the dagger hidden in his waist, and ruthlessly nailed Zhou Chaoxiu's palm to the ground.

Soon the small cell was filled with a strong smell of blood. Perhaps it was stimulated by the smell of blood. There were rustling sounds not far away, and rats the size of palms crawled along the corner of the wall one by one. .

Zhou Chaoxiu curled up on the ground in pain and howled.

Han Qingyang knelt down and asked in a cold voice, "I'll ask you one last time, what kind of poison did you poison Zhou Yanzong?"

Zhou Chaoxiu was in so much pain that his voice trembled.

"It's not me, it's really not me..."

Han Qingyang pulled out the dagger, and stabbed his other hand through.

"Not you, who else could be? Since you are stubborn, I will play with you slowly. Don't worry, I will not let you die so easily. I will keep you to torture slowly until one day you are willing Tell the truth."

Zhou Chao has been cultivated and respected for many years, and he has never suffered such pain, not to mention torture, even if he lived in this dark prison for three days, he was about to go crazy.

He was frightened by the coldness that came out of Han Qingyang's eyes, and he cried and begged for mercy with tears and snot in his nose.

"I didn't. I really didn't poison Zhou Yanzong. If I had that ability, would I need to use it now? Believe me, it's really not me..."

When Han Qingyang came out of the dark prison, there was a damp and cool wind blowing in his face, carrying the scent of grass and trees, which made his thoughts clearer.

Zhou Chaoxiu's words were not without reason. If he really poisoned him, he should have directly poisoned Zhou Yanzong to death. Why bother to poison people like this?

But in the whole palace, besides Zhou Chaoxiu, who else would there be?

In a blink of an eye, he looked towards the northwest corner of the palace.

Duozi trotted over holding an umbrella, "Master, master, uncle woke up and was looking for you."

Han Qingyang walked back in a hurry, Duofu hurriedly held up the oil-paper umbrella, and trotted behind him.

When he returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Zhou Yanzong was arguing with Wang Shou and refused to drink the medicine.

Wang Shou looked at Han Qingyang helplessly.

Han Qingyang took the medicine bowl, "You all go down."

When there were only two people left in the room, Zhou Yanzong leaned on the bed and looked at Han Qingyang carefully. There were some tiny drops of water hanging on the man's long hair, and the corners of his eyes were red.

"Are you crying?"

He half propped up and tried to sit up, but was pushed back by Han Qingyang.

"Damn it, I'm just about to get sick, and I'm not dead yet, yet he dares to bully my wife?" He was filled with righteous indignation, wishing he could roll up his sleeves and settle accounts with those who bullied Han Qingyang.

Han Qingyang gave him a sideways look.

"Look at those who can afford you, they are all sick like this, and they won't stop."

As soon as the words fell, I felt the world spinning for a while, and the whole person fell into Zhou Yanzong's arms.

"How sick am I? It's just an occasional cold, and even if it's really sick, you still have the ability to do it."

The man's kiss was very long, with a scorching breath.

Han Qingyang looked at his facial features that became more and more profound due to his weight loss, his eyes were full of watery light, he hooked his neck, and smiled slightly: "I know you are powerful, okay?"

Zhou Yanzong was depressed, he hugged him and didn't speak.

Han Qingyang said again: "Since your husband is so powerful, you wouldn't even be afraid of taking medicine?" Taking advantage of the situation, he sat up from his arms, took the medicine bowl, and fed him the medicine himself.

Zhou Yanzong pursed his thin lips tightly.

"This medicine is very bitter, I don't drink it."

Han Qingyang really had nothing to do with him, so he took a sip first, then leaned over and pressed his lips against his, and passed the medicine over.

Zhou Yanzong cooperated obediently, occasionally hooking his tongue with the tip of his tongue.

After drinking this bowl of medicine, Zhou Yanzong's face became better, and he felt that there was endless strength in his body. He stretched out his hand and hooked Han Qingyang into his arms, "Qingyang, since I was sick, you haven't let me go for several days. I touched..."

He was very wronged by what he said, and held Han Qingyang's little hand and stuffed it under the bed.

Han Qingyang's face immediately burned.

"Zhou Yanzong, be honest with me, don't always think about those indecent things, even the imperial physician has said that your illness is probably caused by excessive indulgence, so you should pay more attention these days."

He fled away from the bed in a hurry, seeing that Zhou Yanzong's face was full of disappointment, he comforted him again.

"I promise you, when you recover from illness, you can do whatever you want."

There was a smile in Zhou Yanzong's eyes.

"Okay, as long as you don't cry and beg for mercy when the time comes."

Han Qingyang blushed and said, "Lie on your stomach first, and I will massage for you to loosen your muscles and bones, so that you can sleep more comfortably."

Zhou Yanzong lay down on the bed as he said.

Han Qingyang took the medicated oil, spread it evenly in the palm of his hand, and rubbed it against the tight muscles of his back. When he put his hand on it, he saw the dark red mark on his back that seemed to be Bigger.

He asked suspiciously, "Is this a birthmark on your back?"

Zhou Yanzong raised his neck, but unfortunately he couldn't see his back.

"Birthmark? Apart from the old injury on my back, I haven't heard them mention that I have a birthmark?"

He has been in the army for many years, and he went down to the river to take a bath with Qi Meng and the others, but he never heard them mention that he has a birthmark on his back.

Han Qingyang only gave a faint "Oh" and continued to relax his muscles and bones.

Zhou Yanzong's face was buried in the soft pillow.

A word came out after a long time.

"If in the future...if something happens to me in the future, you can go back to Dajin and don't have to guard for me."

The words were buzzing through the soft pillow.

Han Qingyang was stunned for a long time before he understood what he meant, the circles of his eyes immediately turned red, and his eyes were blurred.

Tears fell on his back drop by drop, almost burning several holes in Zhou Yanzong's back. He smiled bitterly and said, "I'm not dead yet, why are you crying again?"

Han Qingyang sniffed, trying hard to control the turbulent tears.

He leaned on his back and kissed the back of his neck gently.

"If you dare to die, I will die with you."

Zhou Yanzong turned over, pulled him into his arms, and kissed his eyes.

"Blame me."

Han Qingyang glared at him through tears.

"Of course it's your fault. What's the good-looking always mentioning the dead?"

After coaxing Zhou Yanzong to sleep, Han Qingyang got up and left the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The rain has stopped, there is a slight breeze blowing, and the pear blossom trees are falling colorfully.Fragments of sunlight peeked out from the dark sky, dyeing the edges of the dark clouds in the color of broken gold.

Han Qingyang straightened his clothes.

"Go to Yongshou Palace!"

Wang Shou was worthy of being an old man in the palace. After Zhou Chaoxiu ascended the throne, he naturally refused to reuse him, and only sent him to a place where he could not be seen. When Han Qingyang came back, he found him back, and he was still serving in front of the emperor.

Wang Shou was grateful and followed behind him carefully.

Han Qingyang's steps were not fast or slow, as if he was taking a walk.

"Eunuch Wang, Your Majesty and I are not here these days, how is the Queen Mother? Have you ever met anyone?"

Wang Shou thought for a while and replied: "Zhou Chaoxiu is a man who likes extravagance, pays attention to ostentation, and likes to make great achievements. The Queen Mother is extremely despised. Besides, although he is the one who pushes the throne of God with one hand from the Xu family, once this person has power in his hands, where will he be?" She is still willing to be the puppet of the Xu family, so the relationship between the two is not good. The queen mother is usually in the Yongshou Palace, and she rarely cares about the affairs of the previous court. I only heard that the two had a big quarrel in the Hall of Mental Cultivation a few days ago One. As for whether I have seen anyone, I really don't know."

Han Qingyang stopped.

"Eunuch Wang, you have been in the palace for many years, and it is time to show your skills. I want to know the list of all the people the queen mother has contacted with the outside world these days."

Wang Shou bowed and said.

"A slave obeys orders and will not disappoint his master."

Since Han Qingyang is a man, it is inappropriate to call her a lady. Wang Shou followed Duozi and Duofu and changed his name to Master. As for how to address him in the future, it depends on His Majesty.

The author has something to say: Han Qingyang: If you dare to bully my men, I will not spare you.