Chapter 53:

Because of what happened at the Empress Dowager’s birthday banquet last time, Concubine Yan and Huo Qi were left out by Emperor Qiong Yuan for a long time. It was so easy to be released. They couldn’t even see a seriously ill Emperor Qiong Yuan. This would make Huo Qiu unscathed. When they came back, Concubine Yan and Huo Qi stayed up all night in a hurry, with small blisters on the corners of their mouths, and they arrived in a hurry early in the morning.
The faint wind in the morning also carried a hint of coolness, and the Qianqing Palace stood tall and majestic, as if it were the most prominent one in this towering palace.
Huo Qiu didn't say a word, and walked towards the hall with his sleeves. The royal general greeted him at this time, and when he saw him, he quickly smiled and flicked the dust: "His Royal Highness Jin An."
Huo Qiu nodded lightly, and the former chieftain walked down the stairs, greeted Concubine Yan and Huo Qi, and said: "Please, my majesty, please."
Concubine Yan and Huo Qi looked at each other, and both saw a hint of joy in each other's eyes.
In so many days, this was the first time Emperor Qiong Yuan let them go into the Palace of Qianqing.
The Palace of the Qing Dynasty is still the same, the sandalwood that calms the nerves is faint, and there is a strong smell of Chinese medicine that can not be hidden, and there is no cough in the hall quietly.
Bypassing the eye-catching screen, Huo Qiu listened to the two footsteps behind him, clenched his fists slightly, and his sword brows were deeply furrowed, and even the sound was lowered like a string of tension. Emperor."
He looked to the side of the bed, paused, and answered with kindness: "My son, please mother and queen Jinan."
Guan was also there, she was a little pale, and waved at Huo Qiu, tired: "Why did you come so early?"
"I want to come to accompany my father and the emperor more after handling the political affairs."
Emperor Qiong Yuan put down the medicine bowl in his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth with the kerchief. He looked a lot better, and pointed at Huo Qiu and smiled slightly: "The prince is interested."
Everything looks very harmonious, even if there are different thoughts in my heart, at least on the surface it is a school of calm and good years.
But such a scene fell in the eyes of Concubine Yan and Huo Qi, and it was exceptionally dazzling. Huo Qi was better. I was used to seeing Emperor Qiong Yuan's preference for Huo Qiu, but Concubine Yan was the most unacceptable.
She looked at the Guan family like a ghost, but in a moment of effort, she suppressed the various emotions that surged in her heart, and bowed with a graceful manner: "The concubine please greet your majesty, and the queen empress."
Emperor Qiong Yuan looked indifferent, snorted coldly from his nose, and then said impatiently: "Get up all, what are you doing early in the morning?"
Concubine Yan's smile was a little stiff, while Guan's smile was completely indifferent. In addition to Huo Qiu, she also had some warmth, and even the Emperor Qiong Yuan liked to answer.
Concubine Yan looked at her calmly, and when she raised her head, her delicate water eyes were already red, and she said with a cry: "The concubine is worried about your majesty's body. I can’t enter the palace, I’m worried and worried every day."
Emperor Qiong Yuan stared at her without changing his face, and after a while his eyes stayed on Huo Qi again, and he sighed inwardly.
Although he has not been moved by Concubine Yan, he also loves this son, but he has always been very clear about the position of the prince, only Huo Qiu.
This is also this love, which nourishes and strengthens the hearts of the mother and son. When it comes to the head, he can't protect the son or the child. He can only watch the brothers fight.
And the result, obviously he did not want to see.
But now this step is obviously beyond his control.
Emperor Qiongyuan felt a pain, but his voice was unchanged and indifferent: "I'm fine."
Now that the political situation is turbulent, everyone feels that the emperor's fate is not long before, and even this woman who has always been deep-minded can't help making frequent moves. In the past few days, several families from the Southern Xinjiang family have come to Kyoto.
If he died, wouldn't this world change the dynasty and become the world of southern Xinjiang people?
When Emperor Qiong Yuan thought about it, the turbid pupils of his eyes became even deeper.
Concubine Yan naturally felt the perfunctory and unpleasantness in the emperor's words, a little unclear, but when she thought of the recent deployment of herself and the emperor, she felt a little emboldened.
Anyhow, I have the capital to fight against Huo Qiu.
Not so passive!
The mother and daughter were unpleasant, and it didn't take long for Emperor Qiong Yuan to wave his hands away. The sun was slightly hot outside, and Huo Qi's hands under his sleeves became loose and tight. Finally, he said unwillingly, "Mother concubine... "
As if knowing what he was trying to say, Concubine Yan's flirty eyes stopped him from talking. She straightened Huo Qi's prince's dress, which meant: "This clothes is not worthy of my son."
Only the prince’s python robe and...the dragon robe can be more noble and conspicuous than the prince’s clothes.
Huo Qixin calmed down slowly, then pursed her lips, and said, "Mother concubine, why did the queen come out?"
In his memory, he has never seen it a few times. He usually stays in the Changchun Palace all day long and feels dizzy at every turn. This queen is in vain. Why did he come out today?
Speaking of this, Concubine Yan also frowned, "Naturally, she wished that Huoqiu became the emperor. She wanted to please your father."
At this time, the Qianqing Palace was too quiet. The Guan family couldn't bear the faint gaze that Emperor Qiongyuan and Huo Qiu occasionally glanced over, frowning, rubbing his forehead, his body and his body just staggered.
"Your Majesty, my concubine is unwell, can I go back to Changchun Palace to rest?"
Emperor Qiong Yuan seemed to be unable to hear the indifference in those words. He remained silent for a period of time without speaking. Then he spoke with a slightly helpless tone, "There is the best imperial doctor in the Qing Palace. What kind of disease is not good for you?"
Guan's hand rubbing his forehead dropped.
Huo Qiu raised his sword eyebrows and slowly backed out. In the end he only vaguely heard Emperor Qiong Yuan's slightly flustered voice of ingratiating, "How old are you and crying? You will stay with me for a while."
"...The last time."
Huo Qiu's heart seemed to be stabbed, and it was very slightly painful.
This was the first time in his life he heard Emperor Qiong Yuan calling himself me, and it was also the first time he heard him speak to a person in such a low voice.
In front of the courtyard of the Yiqiu Palace, Tang Zhuozhuo and Ye's made an appointment to make tea and eat. The tea in the cup stretched and undulated, and the new tender tea had a unique fragrance. Tang Zhuozhuo held a sip and sighed comfortably. , Shrunk in the big rocking chair, a small ball.
It was the first time that Ye clan saw her look like this, and she felt cute as well as novel. He rubbed the side cover of the warm tea cup with his fingers, and asked, "Master, what do you want to say, the mother?"
Tang Zhuozhuo closed her eyes, twisted a candied jujube and put it into her mouth, the sweet smell spread, her eyes narrowed into a crescent shape.
"Let's hide first, and see what's going on, he should have no idea when he comes to Beijing this time."
If he hadn't moved his mind, how could anyone find him? Tang Zhuozuo and Ye clan knew what kind of virtue he was, so they were more concerned.
There are not many people who can speak for him. Kyoto is at a troubled time. If he kicks in, Huo Qiu is a man with extra keen intuition. Once he notices something, Jiang Jianxi can’t run. .
Ye's pursed the corners of his mouth, and when he raised his head, he was already frowning deeply: "Master is not an impulsive person, and he doesn't like to participate in this horrible thing. There should be no reason to get involved."
Otherwise, just by relying on his medical skills, it is enough to make everyone rush to be regarded as guests.
Tang Zhuozuo thought for a moment, then slowly shook his head, always feeling that something was not quite right. Finally, he couldn't think of a reason, his wrist moved slightly, and the bell on his head also rang crisply.
"Senior Sister is invited over this time because I feel that this is unusual."
Ye clan spread his hands helplessly, with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Tang Zhuozuo before opening his mouth: "If you want to come, you should also know some old things about Master."
Tang Zhuozhuo stiffened slightly, then slowly got up from the recliner, his eyes gradually condensed.
She and Ye said that they were Jiang Jianxi’s disciples, but they were more like brothers and sisters when they got along. The man was wise and witty, and gave them what he had learned, acting like the wind.
Tang Zhuozuo was thirteen years old when he was sent to the temple. It was when Qing Cong was spoiled, but because of his health, he had to linger on a sick bed and couldn't even leave the room all day.
The doctors invited from Tang Mansion said that she was injured when she was in the womb, and that she would not live to be twenty years old. Seeing that the more she grew up, the worse she became. The Tang family had to send her to the temple to be placed in the hope that the Buddha would be blessed. Bless you, you won’t die.
The Bodhisattva never met, but accidentally encountered Jiang Jianxi who fell over the wall in the back mountain. He had an unruly smile on his face, and he looked like a gentleman in front of him, and didn't put her identity in his eyes.
One day it was raining heavily and lightning flashed. She slumped to the ground holding her chest, and when she woke up, Jiang Jianxi was checking her pulse through a bead curtain.
After the rainy night, he still smiled, even a little cold, got up and smiled calmly: "The little girl is too bad, she won't live long."
Tang Zhuozhuo's eyes flickered, he withdrew from his memories, and said as he walked: "That sister in Jiangjianxi?"
Seeing her directly calling Jiang Jianxi's name, Ye clan couldn't help but nodded and shook his head, and said with relief: "The mother doesn't have to worry, what kind of mind is he? I definitely won't fight against your Highness without a mind."
When Ye clan returned, Tang Zhuozuo shook in the rocking chair for a long time, and fell asleep lightly at sunset. The black green under her looked particularly eye-catching on her snow-white complexion.
The night was like water, Huo Qiu came out of the study, feeling a little upset. He was thinking of blowing a hair to wake up, but his feet came to Yiqiu Palace like consciously.
Two months ago, when he stepped into this palace, he had such a beautiful moonlight, but his mood at that time was very different.
She was lying on the rocking chair outside, covered with a thin layer of silk quilt, and cicadas screamed outside. She slept very restlessly, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned several times. When she moved, the quilt slipped to her waist. The lower position reveals a very slim curve.
A smile appeared in Huo Qiu's eyes and asked the waiter: "Have your master eaten?"
Zi Huan shook his head, and said, "My lady only used some cakes all day long, and she didn't move her chopsticks when she was served lunch."
Huo Qiu waved his hand and motioned to her to pass the meal.
Tang Zhuozuo only fell from one dream to another. With a move of her wrist, she was grasped by a warm hand. She smelled some ambergris, fluttered her eyelashes a few times, and Shi Shiran opened her eyes.
The man's sword-eyed eyes were narrow and handsome, and she only woke up. She had a big temper. She shrugged her nose and grabbed his apricot python robe, buried her head in his chest, and asked with an urn, "Why is your Highness here?"
Huo Qiu ignored her little fawn, frowned and dug out the person, his index finger lifted her chin up like a pincer, and his deep gaze fell on the scar on her left cheek.
The brown scars have fallen off, revealing the pink tender flesh. This delicate bag is extremely beautiful. You have to cover it with something every day, and you will make a fuss if you feel unsatisfactory.
"In a few days, this scar will be completely gone."
He sent people the best scar removal medicine in the East Palace, and she also used the method herself, and the scar healed very well without leaving a mark.
Huo Qiu just let go of her hand, letting her hum and haunt her. After being harassed by her for a long time, she would no longer be bewitched by her and feel soft. He fiddled with the silver bell on her wrist. Voice: "Have no meal a day?"
Tang Zhuozhuo shrank his neck, dreaded his tone, and complained in a low voice: "I'm not used to it when I returned to the palace. I always feel that the food in the Imperial Dining Room is not as good as the chef hired by his concubine."
Huo Qiu pressed his aching eyebrows, "What will Jiaojiao's chef do? Cakes?!"
This little thing refused to eat well. He ate a lot of pastries, but did not grow a bit of meat. On the contrary, he looked a lot thinner, and he was almost blown away by standing in the wind.
Originally, the body was not very good, and the medicated diet had to be drunk every time it was good for it. An unhappiness would be a day of grievance. The more pampered the more pampered, there was no princess before, and now there is even more!
He sighed, refused to discuss with her, and hugged someone on the bench. Seeing that she was still trying to struggle, he sighed and warned: "Think about making trouble again, don't want to eat soft cakes in January."
Tang Zhuozhuo narrowed his mouth, a pair of apricot eyes were a little bit of glamour, and a slight blink was like a butterfly instigated into his heart. Seeing that she was finally honest, Huo Qiu couldn't help hooking the corner of her mouth and wanted to rub her into his bones. After thinking about it, he bent over and hooked the little woman easily into his arms.
Tang Zhuozuo looked up at him carelessly. Although the man was smiling, there was a deep emotion in those eyes. She raised her head and asked, "Who made your Highness unhappy?"
I can't hide anything from her, Jiao is a little spoiled, but her little head is alert.
Huo Qiu closed his eyes and said nothing, rubbing his chin against the top of her hairy hair, and then said a moment later: "Father is dead."
Tang Zhuozuo was shocked. After counting the days, there are still more than ten days before the death of Emperor Qiongyuan in his previous life. Now there is no sound of wind in the palace, why is it not working?
The exquisite dishes were presented one by one. Not only did Huo Qiu eat dull and tasteless this time, even Tang Zhuozhuo only picked a few white rice, and the tender dishes only tasted like chewing wax in his mouth.
She wondered what Huo Qiu's words meant, wondering if Jiang Jianxi played any role in it, and the more she thought about it, the more she frowned.
Just as she was biting the spoon and preparing to speak, she saw Huo Qiu with a glance, and he said, "Don't think about it all day long."
"No matter when, the lonely protects you." Only when she was afraid of this current situation, the prince condescended and looked a little unnatural.
Tang Zhuozuo laughed immediately. She leaned forward to the man and said in a sweet and greasy manner, "I know that your concubine is the most cherished."
Huo Qiu laughed, his eyes paused when he touched her pink lips with some soup, and his apple was rolled up and down a few times.
I didn't realize it before, but now I really want to take good care of her.
The taste must be exceptionally sweet!