[Comprehensive Qiong Yao+Red Mansion] History is turning a corner

Qianlong's strength was not small, Yong Jue flew a few meters away, and hit the ground heavily.

"Khan Ama?"

"Emperor stop!"

"Yongjue!"

Everyone exclaimed in unison.

Lying on the ground panting, Yong Jue clutched his wound with a look of astonishment.

Qianlong's face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out water. His expression was a little distorted, and he roared: "Ulanara, I'm going to abolish you, put you in limbo, Changling, and escort her back to Beijing."

"Follow the order." A young man dressed as an imperial guard walked out of the crowd.

"And you," Qianlong yelled, pointing at Yong Jue, "don't think I don't know why you helped the queen, do you think you can get the merit of being a dragon? I tell you, it's wishful thinking!"

"Han Ama, son, cough cough, absolutely no such intention." Yong Jue coughed and defended, without a trace of blood on his lips.

Qianlong waved his sleeves: "Drag on, eighty sticks."

"Your Majesty, King Jinjun was injured, please forgive him." Fu Longan knelt down on one knee and begged him for mercy.

Yong Jue turned his head and gave Hai Lancha a wink in the crowd, he was quietly relieved when he saw Mingrui being dragged away by him, it doesn't matter if he gets beaten, as long as he doesn't hurt Yunting.

The Empress Dowager walked over quickly, frowning: "Emperor, the child is kind, so don't worry about it."

"Fight, fifty per person, I'll watch you fight." Qianlong's temper twisted, and the more others talked about him, the anger of being offended by the emperor's dignity completely turned towards Yongjue and Fulong'an.

The two guards were pushed out, raised their batons, and looked very embarrassed.

"Why, I can't order you anymore?" Qianlong's gloomy tone carried a hint of murderous intent.

At this time, Hailancha and Yin Jishan's son Qinggui stepped forward, took over the military stick, and the pitch-black stick smashed down with a whistling sound.

The two moved their bodies, grunted, and clenched their fists.

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes... Big drops of cold sweat flowed down, Yong Jue could no longer feel the pain, his vision was a little blurry, it seemed that he could only see the man in the crowd who was constantly struggling to pounce on him.

It's okay, Yunting, it doesn't hurt...

Yin Hong seeped through the light-colored clothes, staining a large piece of fabric, and everyone couldn't bear to look at it.

The Empress Dowager finally couldn't bear it any longer, she raised her voice and said, "Emperor, are you planning to beat Ai's family too?"

Qianlong looked at the chaotic deck, the bloodstained mast, Fu Heng who knelt down to plead guilty, and the courtiers and guards around him with strange faces, suddenly felt empty in his heart, and he said indifferently: "Decree, Lixia Yingying is the imperial concubine , the title is Chen, and given to Chengqian Palace, I don't want to see anyone objecting."

After finishing speaking, she dragged Xia Yingying away gracefully.

"Stop it now!" The queen mother rushed over with red eyes, kneeling on the ground regardless of her image, stroking Yong Jue's pale face, choked up and speechless.

The corners of her mouth were slightly pulled up, revealing a smile that the queen mother thought was extremely weak: "Mama Huang, my grandson doesn't hurt."

The Empress Dowager's tears fell immediately.

Withdrawing his hand on his wrist, Luo Rongheng twirled his beard and muttered: "My lord is only injured on the skin. It looks serious, but in fact he didn't hurt his muscles and bones. The old minister prescribed some medicine, applied externally and taken internally. It will be fine after a month."

The queen mother breathed lightly, "It's fine, it's fine."

Yong Jue put his arm on his pillow and smiled: "Huang Mama, look, the grandson said he's fine, and he's tired today, so go and rest."

"Good boy," the queen mother patted his head, "the emperor is very angry today, don't take it to heart."

So what about Jinsun, the emperor's son is her heart and soul...

Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of Yong Jue's mouth became lighter, and he nodded: "Grandson knows."

The Queen Mother said a few more words before leaving.

Due to the presence of the Queen Mother, Mingrui could only express his concern with his eyes. He immediately sat on the side of the bed, carefully lifted his clothes, and looked around. From his back to his thighs, there were scars about one palm wide and an inch high. Blood was dripping slowly, and some fabrics were soaked and stuck to the skin, and it hurt to the bone when I moved, and the blood flowed even more.

Mingrui's heart ached so much that his eyes turned red quietly.

Yong Jue teased him with a light smile: "My lady, it's getting dark, why don't you wait for your husband to rest?"

The thin-skinned Mingrui was rarely ashamed, twisted the hot handkerchief, removed the clothes as lightly as possible, took out a box of good wound medicine sent by the queen mother, picked out a piece with his fingertips, and carefully spread it evenly.

Suddenly, a drop of warm liquid fell on his back, but Yong Jue felt scalding like a furnace, burning his skin.

Enduring the pain, he groped over and held his hand: "Yun Ting, I don't feel any pain."

"Is it okay if I hurt?" Mingrui's voice was hoarse and crying, "You just went out like that, supported the empress, and even got beaten, but I could only watch, Yingxian, you know who I am Do you feel it? Do you know how much it hurts me?"

"I can't wait to take that stick away, take you far away, and never pay attention to these again..."

Yong Jue turned over and sat up with a grunt, and hugged the man in his arms: "Yes, yes, I was wrong. What happened today is because I did something wrong. It made you worry, and it will never happen again in the future."

"Dare to have a next time?" Mingrui glared at him.

Suddenly remembering something, he pushed him down on the bed, leaned towards his shoulder and took a bite, only letting go when he tasted blood in his mouth.

"Yunting, it hurts..." Yong Jue pouted pitifully.

"Nonsense," Mingrui moaned angrily, "Why didn't I know that my bite of you would hurt you more than that army stick?"

Yong Jue propped up his upper body, pulled the opponent's hand and clenched it tightly, and blinked frivolously: "Those sticks are all flesh wounds, my wife, you bit my husband's heart, of course it hurts~o(*￣▽￣ *)o～"

Mingrui chuckled, and quickly pushed him down: "Stop making trouble, your wound is open again, I'll apply another layer of medicine for you."

"No, I can't do it for a while, so how can I sleep?"

"My lord, you can sleep in a pile of horse manure, so you are still worried about such a small matter?" Ming Rui sneered.

Speechless, Yong Jue simply lay down and pretended to be dead.

Well, the lady is angry, she said too much and made mistakes, in order to have warm and soft jade in her arms tonight, he better shut up ╮(╯_╰)╭ But thanks to Hai Lancha and Qing Gui who came out in time today , if it was really handed over to those two over-stressed little guards, he and Fulong probably would have lost half of their lives, right?

Rod punishment is also a technical job (*￣▽￣)y

Thinking of Fu Long'an, Yong Jue couldn't help but chuckle.

After applying the medicine, Ming Rui lay on his side beside him, always paying attention to Yong Jue's movements, for fear that his wound would open.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Yong Jue grinned: "Kiss me once and I'll tell you."

Mingrui's complexion suddenly turned black, and he wanted to pinch him, but seeing the appalling appearance of his body, he couldn't bear it, so he could only pretend to stare at him viciously: "Will you tell me?"

Someone smiled flatteringly: "I've been thinking about it today, and the gap between Fu Heng and the emperor has deepened."

Mingrui nodded in agreement. If it was Fu Ling'an, Qianlong would hit him if he hit him. At most, Fu Heng would feel uncomfortable, and maybe he would take the initiative to plead guilty and teach his son a lesson.

Fu Long'an is different. As the eldest son, he is Fu Heng's face.

Not to mention that Empress Nala and Yu Fulong'an are kind to the younger couple, and the eldest son's marriage is done in a splendid manner, Fu Heng is also happy.

Originally, because of the lotus by the Daming Lake, Fu Heng was not so close to Qianlong, but today his son is actually because of a prostitute.When the woman was beaten, one can imagine what Fu Heng felt in his heart.

Worrying about Yongjue's fever in the middle of the night, Mingrui stayed up all night, busy like a spinning top.

Nearly early in the morning, there was a commotion outside, the lights flickered, and there were faint sounds of shouting and killing.

Yong Jue frowned, moved uneasily, pulled at the wound, and gasped again.

Mingrui sprinkled a handful of incense tablets to help sleep in the incense burner, and after seeing him fast asleep, he stepped out and didn't come back until it was broad daylight. His clothes were torn and stained with blood, which shocked people who watched.

Yong Jue was still sleeping, Mingrui didn't disturb him, quietly changed his clothes, and destroyed the evidence.

When the patient woke up, the dragon boat was already on the way back.

"Haven't you gone to Suzhou yet?" Yong Jue opened his mouth, holding the spoon he was being fed.

"Don't talk, carefully choke you." Mingrui scooped up another spoonful.

Yong Jue pouted cutely: "Good lady, tell my husband, it's so boring to stay in the cabin all day o(*￣▽￣*)o～"

Being tortured to no avail, Mingrui had no choice but to tell the truth.

In the early hours of that day, dozens of masters from the Red Flower Club stole the dragon boat with the intention of assassinating Qianlong. Fortunately, Hai Lancha was the one who was watching the night. Qianlong was addicted to beauty but did not waste his time.

Including the man named Xiao Jian, most of the assassins were dead. Qianlong, who was forced to jump into the lake to escape when the spring night was short and high-spirited, became furious and ordered all the living ones to be handed over to Dali Temple. Flowers will be uprooted.

"Safflower Club?" Yong Jue exclaimed, "What happened, are you hurt?"

Mingrui smiled and shook his head: "I'm fine. The Queen Mother and the empresses were frightened. There are quite a few of them. Thanks to Master Meng's dispatch of manpower, Hailan Chadu was born with supernatural powers and rescued him in time. Otherwise, the emperor may be more seriously injured. "

"How... he..." Yong Jue's voice was muffled.

"Just a minor injury."

"Oh~"

After a while, Yong Jue raised his hand to touch his face, and said in a low voice, "Yunting, after you go back, do you want a child?"

Fucha Mingrui's expression froze, he was stunned, completely unresponsive, Yingxian had always acted as ignorant of his private affairs, why did he suddenly bring it up today?

Just a casual question?

Or, he's bored and doesn't want to get along with him...

Mingrui's face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "tell me clearly, what do you mean?"

"Junting, don't think too much, I have no other intentions," Yong Jue opened his clenched fist, clenched it tightly, and explained in a gentle voice, "I just hope that our offspring can be together for a long time, regardless of Who marries whom..."

"Then tell me, who will marry whom?" Mingrui grabbed him by the collar and refused to let go.

Yong Jue blinked: "It depends on God's will. If your girl is a daughter, she will marry Erhe. If she is a son, I will choose my daughter as you like."

Mingrui's eyes became hot, and he hurriedly lowered his head: "What nonsense, those are golden branches and jade leaves..."

Leaning close to the corner of his lips for a deep kiss, Yong Jue laughed loudly: "Haha, Jinzhiyuye's father told you to abduct him, so what nonsense is there?"

After laughing, he looked serious, "Yunting, I'm not kidding, I'm serious, even if the world doesn't know, I will..."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was blocked, and Mingrui hugged him tightly, with crystal water still hanging from the corners of his eyes.

The author has something to say:

╮(￣▽￣")╭Ming Xiaoshou or something, it really is Hai Xiaoshou who can't compare with the high mountains...