The Emperor of Sick Beauty is deeply trapped in the field of Shura

Today the emperor does not go to the morning court, but before dawn, Yong'an Palace is busy, there are maids and eunuchs coming and going in the palace all the time,

The side halls on both sides were lit up, but when I listened carefully, I found that there were not many sounds, and everything was running silently.

Xiao Congwang still got up early to practice in the backyard, and when he walked back to the side hall, he saw someone bringing clothes to Yu Wenxu.Without squinting, he walked back to the side hall where he lived, and his clothes were delivered last night.

Passing by the door of the emperor's bedroom, it was still dark inside, and there was no sound yet, so it could be seen that the emperor was still asleep.

With only one pause in his steps, he made a plan.

At the gate of Yong'an Palace, there were two chariots parked one behind the other. Yao Shun arranged them properly. In short, they should treat each other equally and not favor one another, so that the two can't pick the wrong one.

So he thought, no matter what, prepare two copies that are exactly the same.

The two came out of the side hall at the same time, walked to the gate of the palace, saw the walking chariot, got on the chariot one after the other, and headed towards Hanguang Hall.

Yao Shun watched the figure go away, and secretly said: "Thanks to the wiseness of the emperor, let me prepare two walking chariots, otherwise it will be over."

In the bedroom, Jiang Fengjing woke up early, and at night, in order to check Jiang Zhao's situation, he set up a soft couch not far from the dragon bed.

He didn't sleep well at night, but fortunately, Jiang Zhao was in good condition. He didn't move when he heard the slight movement outside, and he didn't get up until it became quiet.

Yao Xi saw that he woke up and came forward to ask, he waved his hand to signal to go out and say.

The autumn is cool and the sky is bright and clear. Jiang Fengjing breathed a sigh of relief when he came out.

Yao Xi hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Master Jiang went to wash up with the servant, and the servant has already sent clean new clothes for you to change and wash.

Jiang Fengjing nodded, "You are still smart, prepare some simple breakfast for me, and when I run out, I will make medicine for the emperor."

Yao Xi asked strangely: "Why didn't your lord give the prescription to the medical attendants and medical girls? It's not difficult to watch the fire."

"Oh." Jiang Fengjing snorted softly, "Just them? Can you understand the prescription for them? Letting them boil the medicine is a waste of money and a waste of medicinal materials. If the emperor drinks it, the panacea will become poison. I, Jiang Feng Jing can't afford to lose that person."

Yao Xi: ...

Wow, Mr. Jiang's mouth is too poisonous, so it hurts my heart to say that the doctor and maid have turned the elixir into poison.

But no one dared to say no to Mr. Jiang's medical skills. Without Mr. Jiang, the emperor would have disappeared long ago.

Yao Xi accompanied him with a smile and said, "Master Jiang is responsible to the emperor, it is the blessing of Daqing, your lord has worked hard."

He didn't say that Master Jiang had never given medicine to the emperor himself before, and the emperor was fine.

Yao Xi didn't say anything, but these words were still harsh to Jiang Fengjing's ears.No one knows better than him what he was like in the past, and he himself is also unfamiliar with such a change now.

He just felt that the emperor was pitiful and sympathetic.

The emperor was not at fault, it was the late emperor who was at fault, and the late emperor had passed away long ago, that was the grievance of the previous generation, what does it have to do with Jiang Zhao.

In the early morning, the face of the two seated people was as sinking as water, and the other as cold as ice. All the officials below were cautious and did not dare to speak. I don't know what happened to the two of you.

The servant did not look sideways, and said loudly: "If there is something to do, go to court, and if there is nothing to do, go back to the court."

Someone below said: "I heard that the two adults entered the palace overnight and guarded the emperor in Yong'an Palace overnight. I don't know how the emperor is doing now?"

This person is a branch of the Jiang family, he seems eager, but he doesn't look anxious, maybe he just cares about whether Jiang Zhao is still alive or not.

Xiao Congwang only frowned slightly and ignored it.

Yu Wenxu glanced over, saw that the man didn't speak for a long time, and suddenly smiled, "Don't worry, the emperor is very well, with me and the regent watching over, doctor Jiang will make a diagnosis and treatment, what can the emperor do."

Seeing the man heaved a sigh of relief, Yu Wenxu laughed, the sound was very penetrating, but he heard him say: "The previous emperor said to strictly investigate the flood, I wonder if there is any progress?"

Of course he knew best if there was any progress, yet he even asked someone else.

Who dares to answer this.

No one answered for a moment, and the branch of the Jiang family was already trembling just now.

He also thought that the Chief Assistant and the Prince Regent were guarding the Yong'an Palace, they didn't even have a chance to meet the Emperor, and they went around outside the palace for several days, and they couldn't even pass a piece of paper in.

The emperor said the words of strict investigation that day, in their opinion, it was not angry words.

Now Jiang Zhao is on the same boat as them. If they are dealt with, he will have no backing. How can he compete with Lord Shoufu and the regent.

Kill yourself.

That branch of the Jiang family's gaze towards Shang Yu Wenxu was startled, and his thoughts seemed to be exposed under those eyes.

He lowered his head and didn't dare to look again, but his heart was anxious like ants on a hot pot.

Xiao Congwang didn't think much of it before, but now looking at Jiang Zhao's clansmen, he feels more and more that he is too harsh on Jiang Zhao.

Compared with Jiang Zhao's clansmen, Jiang Zhao's opinions when reviewing the notebooks are enough to show his intelligence, but he is helpless because his body is too weak and his heart is powerless.

Yu Wenxu glanced slowly over the people below, his indifferent appearance made the people below dare not take it lightly, not knowing what he was thinking, trembling even more.

He turned the jade wrench on his finger, but a trace of disgust slowly appeared in his eyes.

I hate those people who bleed the same blood as Jiang Zhao. They are so ugly, so greedy and disgusting, how can they be worthy of being Jiang Zhao's kindred.

He is so obedient and optimistic, his eyes seem to contain stars, always full of hope and expectation.

No matter how he treats him, he never complains, and there will be no resentful eyes.

Look at those ugly faces below, it's really disgusting.

At the end of the morning court, Yu Wenxu called the ministers to stop him, and he stood up, noble and indifferent, dressed in white over snow.

"The emperor is not in good health now. The official and the regent will guard the emperor. No matter what happens, the official and the regent don't want to disturb the emperor's recuperation, right?"

Such a tone of discussion with Xiao Congwang was unprecedented.

How could the regent answer!

The regent and the chief minister are incompatible, so it would be nice not to quarrel!

Besides, the king regent disliked the emperor's sickness the most. The situation might be urgent last night, but how could the king regent guard the emperor.

Just a joke.

"My king will be in the palace in the near future. If there is something to discuss, I will hand over the sign and enter the palace to discuss."

Xiao Congwang nodded slightly, his expressionless face showed that he was serious.

"what!"

"what?"

"Did you hear me right?"

Xiao Congwang stood up from his seat, "Dismiss the court."

However, the military general who went to see him after he went to the court was in vain, and was told by the servant, "The prince has already gone to Yong'an Palace, my lord, please come back tomorrow."

The general turned his head and went out, but saw that the civil servants begging to see Mr. Shoufu were also in vain, and they all said the same thing.

This?

The military officer and the civilian officer looked at each other, and at the same time looked at the normal sky.

For a while, they were speechless, and they all dispersed.

Yu Wenxu stepped out of the main hall and got on the chariot. He looked back at Xiao Congwang who was walking towards the side hall of Hanguang Hall, and then turned around.

He ordered: "Go faster."

Xiao Congxuan paused, looking at Yu Wenxu with an inexplicable expression and just left without looking back in the chariot.

Yu Wenxu was inherently uncertain, but after becoming the first assistant, he could do whatever he wanted.

He stood there for a while, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally sighed.

He ordered the servant on duty: "If military officers come to look for them, let them come back tomorrow, and this king will go and see the emperor first."

After all, he got on the chariot and went to Yong'an Palace.

Not to mention the later ministers, even the servants were surprised. When did the two of you become so nervous, the emperor? When was it not the grand dukes of Yong'an Palace who came to invite you repeatedly, and the two of you had to move to have a look? .

Now that it is like this, could it be that the emperor is really in a bad situation?

But there were no rumors in the palace.

When Jiang Zhao woke up, the surroundings were very quiet. He stood up and looked at the hourglass, and found that it was getting late.

Before he could call for someone, Yao Shun came in from the outside, saw him sitting up and hurried over.

"Is the emperor going to wake up?"

Jiang Zhao nodded, and asked again: "Doctor Jiang has left?"

"Master Jiang has already woken up, and he is already brewing medicine for you." Yao Shun helped him get up and put on his shoes, and said, "The emperor washes up first, and Master Jiang said to drink the medicine first. After half an hour after breakfast Have another drink."

Yao Shun thought that the emperor would complain endlessly, but saw that there was no disturbance from the emperor, and even boasted, "Master Jiang is really hardworking."

Don't worry about taking medicine at all.

It was too late for him to think so, and then he heard the emperor add, "Go and ask Mr. Jiang later, if it doesn't conflict with sweets, prepare some preserved fruits for me to relieve the pain."

Yao Shun was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and said dotingly: "Yes, I will ask Mr. Jiang later, if there is no conflict, I must prepare more for the emperor."

"The slave called someone to wash and change the emperor's clothes."

Jiang Zhao suddenly felt uncomfortable, twisted his hands behind his back and scratched, but couldn't reach.

"Yao Shun, prepare a bath for me."

Only then did Yao Shun remember that the emperor didn't take a bath last night, so he went over to help scratch the itch, and pulled off his underwear to see that the emperor had some red rash on his back that hadn't dissipated.

"Here, your majesty, wait a moment. This servant will ask Mr. Jiang. If you can take a bath, this servant will let someone prepare it."

Jiang Zhao scratched and said, "Go quickly, you should wash it if you are allergic. Is it because I am too dirty that I itch."

He didn't like crowds of people around, so if he didn't call, there would be no one in the bedroom, and when Yao Shun went out, there would be no one for a while.

But his back was getting more and more itchy, and he couldn't reach it even when his arms were bent behind.

The inner garment was pulled down by Yao Shun just now, revealing a smooth back, with black hair hanging down the back, very dazzling.

When Yu Wenxu came in, he saw such a scene.

His eyes dimmed suddenly, and he felt that the air around him was too thin, making him suffocate for a moment. His gaze fell from the side of his face to his hidden waist.

He subconsciously tightened the hand behind his back. Seeing Jiang Zhao's arm bent back and scratching his back, he raised his foot and walked over step by step.

Yu Wenxu's footsteps were as light as a cat's, without making a sound.

When Jiang Zhao continued to scratch, he couldn't help putting his hands on his back.

"The emperor's back is itchy? I help you."

A slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind, and Jiang Zhao was taken aback. He turned his head and saw it was Yu Wenxu, and his heart sank.

His back was really itchy, and he said bluntly, "Then thank you, Lord Shoufu."

When Yu Wenxu moved his fingers slightly, he let out a comfortable sigh, and the fingers of the person behind him froze, and then slowly scratched again.

Yu Wenxu never knew that tickling was such a tormenting thing.

It is the scratcher who suffers.