Dou Xiao walked into the hall with a clear and leap-like figure, glanced at the queen Murong You, who had fainted in front of the hall on the ground, and hurriedly bowed to Yuwen Lingyong on the Ming Huanglong chair: "Your Majesty Sheng'an!"

Although the face is indifferent, Dou Xiaoyang unconsciously felt sorry in his abdomen, after this Murong Youyou is a country, he has a reputation for relying on Roujia and gentle and virtuous on weekdays, no matter how he sees her, she is a steady and self-contained posture, why is she so ignorant of physiology today? Not to mention her unkempt appearance, even her demeanor of lying on top of the hall like a willow can't be explained!

Could it be that the secret decree that provoked the anger of the Northern Emperor had something to do with her, or was it related to the people and things she had to do?

Dou Xiao raised his eyebrows and frowned slightly.

Yuwen Lingyong's sharp gaze swept towards the half-awake Murong Youyou, and unconsciously brushed his hand indifferently, "General Dou, please get up." ”

Dou Xiao raised his waist and got up.

"Good life to help the queen go back. Yuwen Lingyong waved his hand impatiently, and the color in the corners of his eyes became a little heavier.

The body of the grandmother in the crow-gray brocade shirt trembled violently, and in response, she carefully held Murong Youyou's slightly plump body and walked towards the red jade roller shutter door in the west.

It only took a moment to fall into deep thought.

"Mother, watch your step. The grandmother trembled her voice and reminded Murong Youyou's legs to cross the threshold of Zhu Qi, and the cold sweat on her forehead broke out, as if there were a pair of sharp eyes staring behind her, like a thorn in her back. Xiao thought that she stumbled under her feet and almost fell to the ground. After stabilizing her body, the grandmother supported Murong Youyou with very difficult hands.

"The queen is not feeling well these days, so don't meet with outsiders. The fifth day of the next month is the queen mother's underworld, the queen has always been virtuous and filial, if you have leisure, you will go to the Yongshou Palace to chant for the queen mother!" Yuwen Lingyong walked down the jasper danfan next to the high platform, but a pair of eyes were extremely condensed.

Murong Youyou's feet froze, pursed his gray lips, and after a moment, he bent his knees and replied, "The concubine respectfully obeys the will of the Holy Lord." Her heart is extremely clear, and the foreigner mentioned by the saint must be referring to her father, Grandpa Murong Guo!

The jade-colored face tightened slightly, and the corner of the skirt was pulled, and Murong leaned on Mama Chu and went out.

Seeing the queen leave the palace, Dou Xiaoyang did not shy away from asking: "Don't hide it from the saint, Eunuch Wang has already informed his subordinates on the way here, what is the secret order?"

Yuwen Lingyong's forehead turned black, and with a bow of his hand, he threw a yellowed letter on the Eight Dragons Regiment's cloud pattern Zhu case to Dou Xiaoyang.

Taking it with both hands, Dou Xiaoyang looked at it steadily.

The more he saw the end, he almost bit his silver teeth, "Is Murong Jingyu so pickled? That is the silver that saved the lives of hundreds of thousands of victims in Shujiang, and he dared to fill his own pockets with his own personal use!"

After moistening his voice, Dou Xiaoyang said in a deep voice: "Didn't the disaster relief money be allocated to the households in the Jinzhou area of Shujiang? How did it get to his Murong Jingyu's pocket? And who sent this secret order? Where did he get all this news?"

There were too many doubts in his heart, and Dou Xiaoyang spoke freely with his thoughts.

Yuwen Lingyong frowned, "How did this secret order get to me, and I have already been investigating the reason for this." I can send this secret order to the palace without much effort, and it is also sent to me right under my nose, I think that the person who sent the secret order is a master! Anyway, no matter what the purpose of that person is, Murong Jingyu will not be clean!"

Stretching out his hand to take the Panlong Playing Bead Ink Porcelain Tea Cup handed over by Wang Desheng, Yuwen Lingyong sat down on the eight-claw palace chair beside Dou Xiaoyang, "Since Murong Jingyu is not clean, presumably those claw depressions under his hands are also mixed in the mud, Yushitai, Shangshutai, Zhongshu Order, and the Household Department, these are all to be strictly investigated and carefully investigated after all." At the end, Yuwen Lingyong couldn't help coughing, the tea bowl in his palm was crooked, and a lot of hot tea spilled out, making the back of his hand red.

"Oh, long live the lord, be careful!" Wang Desheng on the side hurriedly took the fine silk soft brocade cloth from the little eunuch's hand, knelt down and stepped forward to wipe the water on the back of Yuwen Lingyong's hand.

"Holy Lord, are you okay?" Putting aside the doubts in his heart, Dou Xiaoyang also hurried to Yuwen Lingyong to check the injury on the back of his hand, "Can you announce a Tai Doctor to take a look?"

I don't know why, although Dou Xiaoyang has a grudge against this Northern Emperor in his heart, blaming him for not agreeing to his marriage to the girl earlier, but seeing that the Northern Emperor was injured, Dou Xiaoyang really couldn't take his eyes away.

I always felt that there was some kind of unclear connection between them.

It was as if there were two powerful ropes that twisted themselves and the Northern Emperor together for no reason.

Thinking about it carefully, Dou Xiaoyang was really shocked by his thoughts.

Seeing Dou Xiao's raised eyebrows, Yuwen Lingyong waved his hand with a rare smile: "I'm not a porcelain doll, what kind of doctor should I ask for this little injury!" Taking the white silk muslin cloth from Wang Desheng's hand and putting it on the back of his red and swollen hand, Yuwen Lingyong raised his eyebrows and looked at Dou Xiaoyang, "Guo Zien of Yushitai, Yu Qiangui of Shangshutai, Huang Shanyi of Zhongshuling, and Zheng Qiuhe, the newly appointed head of the household department, which one is not his pawn Murong Jingyu! Dare to love Murong Jingyu really think that I am blind and deaf?"

With a sinking heart, Dou Xiaoyang sat sideways on the palace chair next to Yuwen Lingyong, and muttered for a few seconds, he stroked his fingers loudly: "Since the Holy Lord already knows that Murong Jingyu is forming a party for personal gain, why don't you find an opportunity to send them down one by one?" Looking at Yuwen Lingyong's deep and dark face, Dou Xiaoyang silently exclaimed, "Could it be that the Holy Lord wants to let it develop first, and then wipe them all out?"

Yuwen Lingyong lowered his eyes and was silent, only looking down at the crimson tea in the tea bowl.

The sky is gradually darkening, the palace lamp of the Luan Golden Corridor of the main hall has been painted with silk flowers, and the rows of orange and yellow light reflect the inside and outside of the hall as if it were day, but at this time, Yuwen Lingyong, who was standing under the lacquer pillar and the large screen of the Luan bird spreading his wings, was dark.

Dou Xiaoyang's expression did not change, and he walked up with his hands tied and called, "Holy Lord...."

If you want to talk about the temperament of the Northern Emperor, he really can't guess it, halfway through the words, he suddenly stopped, what kind of plan is this?

Raising his hand and patting Dou Xiaoyang's broad back, Yuwen Lingyong pursed his lips and sneered, "Murong Jingyu and his party let them wanton for a while for the time being, and their every move will be watched by the Red Heart Gate for me, and when the matter is big, when the people are angry, it will be Murong Jingyu's death." ”

The Red Heart Gate was secretly set up by Yuwen Lingyong, and the guards in the door were all extraordinary, even the ten masters were not the opponents of one of them. The Red Heart Gate is only loyal to Yuwen Lingyong alone, and no one knows where they set up their organization! Who is the owner of the gate? Dou Xiaoyang only knows that they have come and gone without a trace, and even the shadow of the first-class martial arts master around him cannot see the slightest trace of their whereabouts.

Now that the Northern Emperor has sent the Red Heart Gate to supervise and probe Murong Jingyu's every move, Dou Xiaoyang can't help but pinch a cold sweat for Murong Jingyu in his heart.

It seems that Murong Jingyu's death will soon come.

It was night, and the cool breeze came in through the cracks in the window, and the candles in the glazed heart lamps on the lacquered wood platform were swaying.

Wang Desheng wrapped a thin brocade cloak of silver fox fur around Yuwen Lingyong's shoulder, "Holy Lord, it's not early, Yuxitai has already set up dinner." ”

"General Dou, you can have dinner with me!" Yuwen Lingyong hooked his hand at Dou Xiaoyang, and his tone was very affectionate and gentle.

Dou Xiaoyang was silent, and then smiled: "Thank you for your love!"

Seeing Long Yan's appearance, Wang Desheng, who followed behind Yuwen Lingyong, couldn't help but be overjoyed, this saint really has a good eye for General Dou, for more than 20 years, the saint is used to having dinner alone, but now he invites this General Dou to dine together, thinking that this is a special treatment that many princes and grandchildren have never had!

I invited General Dou over, I really invited the real Bodhisattva!

Wang Desheng whisked the dust, thinking in his heart, but he didn't realize that the steps under his feet were much lighter.

The large case of jade gilt is set on the jade high table in Taizhong, and dozens of white jade bone plates of all sizes are arranged in an orderly manner along the desk delicately and exquisitely.

Yuwen Ling Yong walked to the bright yellow dwarf table in Chijin and sat down, and then asked Dou Xiaoyang to sit down on the Qingluan soft couch beside him, "If you want to say that the concubine of the big mound Zaifu, she is really an outstanding child! According to the report of Bu Si from Jinzhou, Shujiang, the epidemic prevention method she came up with is really effective, and in just a few days, the epidemic situation in Shujiang has been suppressed to a great extent! She can think that the epidemic prevention method can be so effective, and she must be able to present the method of epidemic control to me as scheduled. Yuwen Lingyong stroked his gray beard and smiled, his face full of praise and affirmation for the little woman.

Dou Xiao raised his hand and picked up the shallow bottle of Hundred Flowers Entwined Cloud Porcelain on the case, poured a cup of sake into the wine cup of the green dragon beast claw and sent it to Yuwen Lingyong's hand.

Although his handsome face was indifferent, he was actually worried about the little woman in his heart!

It is really difficult to find a way to cure the epidemic in three days!

Picking up the wine cup and drinking it all, Yuwen Lingyong smiled very happily: "Wang Desheng, cloth vegetables! Pour wine! I want to go with General Dou today without getting drunk and not returning!"

Wang Desheng stepped forward with a smile in his eyebrows, rolled up his sleeves and bent his knees for Yuwen Ling Yongbu Cai, took the jade and picked up a piece of crystal clear fish and put it in the jasper plate in front of him, "This is specially made for the Holy Saint in the Imperial Dining Room, it is a new tribute to the anchovy from the south, eat it at this time, it is the freshest, the Holy Lord, you can taste it." ”

Yuwen Lingyong picked up the fish meat and put it in his mouth, and praised it unconsciously: "It's really good!" After finishing speaking, he personally picked up a piece and handed it to Dou Xiaoyang's plate, "General Dou also tastes it, this anchovy is really fresh." ”

Dou Xiaoyang smiled and thanked him!

When he was eating vegetables in silence, he heard a sigh again: "The south has good mountains and good waters, it is an anchovy, and the taste is different from other places, but it is a pity that such good mountains and rivers can raise tender and delicious fish, and can also raise a group of poisonous insects that suck human blood." ”

"Shengshang...."Dou Xiaoyang raised his eyes to look at Ming Huang who was sitting on the high seat, and suddenly, the slightest trace of anger spread in his heart.

Yes!

"There is a top important errand that General Dou needs to do..."

"Holy Lord, please speak!"

"The minister must be smeared with liver and brain. Dropping the jade in his palm, Dou Xiaoyang frowned and knelt on the ground.

Otsuka Zaifu Yifu Yifu Pavilion

Fu Liluo curled up on the cloud couch in plain clothes and hugged her knees in thought, her clear sky-like glass eyes flashed and blinked, and the twenty-eight herbs that were effective for fever mentioned in the "Herb and Wood Compendium", she only found seven flavors now. She had never heard of the rest of the names of Tripterygium Wisteria, Xanthus, Smallpox Pollen, Da Maple, Senecio, Ze Yuan, and Golden Cherry Root.

Raising his eyes to look at the tall stack of medical books on the round table at the corner of the couch, Fu Liluo held his forehead and gasped.

Tomorrow is the deadline.

I'm afraid I'm going to have an all-nighter tonight again.

The sky is already deep, and the mangroves, Ru Ming and others who are digging herbs all over the garden have not yet returned.

The bead curtain rang, Qiu Tang came in with a porcelain bowl with a blue glazed orchid bottom, and put the porcelain bowl on the high table beside Fu Liluo, Qiu Tang raised her eyes to look at the sullen and contemplative young lady in the couch, she sat on the edge of the couch with a light smile and said: "There are many herbs in our house, presumably Sister Manluo will find them back in a while." Raising his eyes and looking at the quiet court, Qiu Tang picked up the porcelain bowl and handed it to Fu Liluo: "This is the red bean barley soup made by the slaves and maids of the Zhiye Sect, just chilled, Miss, try it!"