Imperial Palace, Qianqing Palace.

Qianqing Palace is the center of the entire palace, is the place where His Majesty the Emperor lives, since His Majesty died violently, although the second prince Zhao Shuo is still in prison, but has been indisputable, naturally moved into the Qianqing Palace, there is no whisper in the world.

Everyone didn't understand why the second prince didn't take advantage of the situation to ascend the throne and claim the emperor, the court didn't know the reason, even the prime minister Pan Chunwei was often puzzled, but at this time Pan Chunwei was extremely sad and had no time to take care of it, and he had been sick in bed for many days.

As for the reason, perhaps only the second prince Zhao Shuo himself knows.

At this moment, the Qianqing Palace was brightly lit, the imperial doctor had just left, Pan Meimei was lying on the bed, her head was bandaged, her brows were furrowed, and one or two intermittent and slurred words often popped out of her mouth.

Zhao Shuo sat on the side in bright yellow, staring at a certain place, stunned.

He is more and more emperor-honored, not angry and self-prestigious, full of majesty between his eyebrows, faintly with a hint of killing and courage, the little eunuch and the little palace maid in the palace did not dare to look up when they saw the second prince, and I heard that there was a little palace maid who had just entered the palace and was scared to cry when she saw the second prince from afar.

Today's him is very different from the second prince with a warm smile and a humble attitude in the past. Even if he was just stunned at the moment, the little eunuch standing not far away felt a sense of oppression, his throat squirmed, and he didn't dare to breathe.

Pan Meimei's intermittent dream words suddenly connected into a line, her hands and feet were slapped indiscriminately, and her mouth kept shouting: "No, no, no, you get out of the way, you let go, don't......"

Zhao Shuo hurriedly got up and walked to the bedside. Hold Pan Meimei's hands tightly: "Meimei, Meimei, it's okay." It's okay, you wake up, wake up. ”

Pan Meimei seemed to have a nightmare, and her emotions reached the highest point in her sleep, she screamed in panic, her face was full of tears, and her whole body trembled. He sat up straight suddenly, and hugged Zhao Shuo's arms tightly with both hands.

"Alright, alright. Meimei, it's okay, it's okay. Zhao Shuo gently stroked Pan Meimei's back and comforted softly.

Hearing Zhao Shuo's comfort. Pan Meimei's body stiffened. His face showed a moment of confusion, and then gradually calmed down, slowly closed his eyes, and whispered, like an affectionate call: "Zhao Shuo." ”

At this time, a little palace maid walked in with medicinal food, knelt down in a low voice, and gently handed over the decoction.

"Beautiful. The royal doctor said, "You are frightened." He was injured, but fortunately he was fine. Zhao Shuo personally picked up the decoction, tasted it, frowned slightly, it was too bitter, pinched up two pieces of brown sugar and put it into the medicinal diet, tasted it again, nodded slightly, scooped up a spoonful of decoction, blew it gently, and put it to Pan Meimei's mouth, "Come, Meimei, this is the prescription prescribed by the imperial doctor, although it is no big deal, but it is always good to drink some decoction." ”

Pan Meimei glanced at Zhao Shuo, looked down at the decoction again, and took a sip.

Zhao Shuo was busy picking up the silk roll and wiping the corners of Pan Meimei's mouth, taking care of everything.

It's both bitter and sweet -- this is the first feeling that Pan Meimei felt when she swallowed the decoction.

"By the way, Meimei, why did you get to prison?" Zhao Shuo asked in a light tone, as if he was asking about a very ordinary thing, just like ordinary husbands and wives are asking about the price of vegetables in the morning market today.

Pan Meimei put her hands on her chest, pulled the quilt on her body, a trace of inexplicable emotion flashed in her eyes, and then she suddenly snorted coldly: "I naturally went to kill Lin Wan'er, she killed Renmei, this hatred is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea, I can't let go, I must kill her to vent the hatred in my heart!" It's a pity that this Lin Wan'er was too cunning and didn't kill her, but I was injured. ”

Zhao Shuo scooped up the decoction with one hand, and then poured the soup spoon, and the decoction flowed back into the best medicine bowl produced in Jingdezhen, like three times, but his eyes kept staring at Pan Meimei, trying to see one or two from the subtle changes in Pan Meimei's expression, but he didn't seem to see anything.

"Zhao Shuo, why do you look at me with that kind of look, I'm a little scared." Pan Meimei's body suddenly moved backwards and made a defensive gesture.

Zhao Shuo suddenly smiled, with a warm smile: "It's okay, maybe I've been too tired recently." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and rubbed his brows, scooped up another spoonful of soup and handed it to Lin Wan'er's mouth.

Pan Meimei also smiled, opened her mouth and drank: "Zhao Shuo, you must promise me that you can't let the Lin family escape from the capital." Just now I dreamed, dreamed of ...... Lin Wan'er...... In the scene where she killed Renmi, Renmi told me that it was cold and dark below, and she was scared. Zhao Shuo, I beg you, don't let the Lin family escape, I want everyone in the Lin family to pay for Renmei's life. ”

Zhao Shuo put the medicine bowl back on the tray, wiped his hands with a hot and humid towel, threw it into the tray, and then turned around, he had already put his hands behind his back, straightened his chest, and was no different from the king: "Meimei, I promise you." ”

As he spoke, he looked up at the outside of the main hall, his brows furrowed, but the corners of his mouth curled into a smile: "Meimei, Lin Wan'er has come." ”

"What?! Lin Wan'er, a bastard, still has the courage to enter the palace, see if I don't kill her. Pan Meimei struggled to get up, not caring about the injuries on her body, "Zhao Shuo, give me a knife, I will kill Lin Wan'er with my own hands to avenge Renmei." ”

"You want a knife?" Zhao Shuo squinted at Pan Meimei, with a cold temperament.

"Yes, I want a knife, a sharp and sharp knife, which can kill Lin Wan'er with one knife and make her die completely." Pan Meimei said hatefully, wishing that she could kill Lin Wan'er in the next moment to relieve her hatred.

A one-foot-long scimitar suddenly slipped into his hand, the handle was simple, the scabbard was carved with dragons, inlaid with jade jewelry, he held the handle with one hand, the scabbard wrapped the tip of the knife and rushed towards Pan Meimei, slowly walking towards her.

As Zhao Shuo approached, Pan Meimei slowly retreated until there was no way to retreat, and sat on the bed.

The scimitar stopped when it was still three inches away from Pan Meimei, and hovered quietly in front of Pan Meimei.

Zhao Shuo suddenly smiled, his wrist flicked, the scabbard was in his hand, and the handle of the knife was facing Pan Meimei.

Pan Meimei's hands trembled a little, but she still took the scimitar and squeezed it hard.

Zhao Shuo slowly turned his head, leaving Pan Meimei with a back, and walked out of the brightly lit Qianqing Palace.

Pan Meimei followed behind, clutching a scimitar in her hand.

In front of the Qianqing Palace, Zhao Qian and Lin Wan'er stood in the front, and behind the two from left to right were Li Mubai, Zhao Jianchen, Xu Yunfeng, Kobayashi Koichi, Sakata Yinshi and Wei Song, second only to the battle in front of Xuanwu Gate.

The Imperial Guards came out from both sides like flowing water, instantly surrounding everyone in the middle.

Zhao Shuo's figure appeared in the eyes of everyone, and behind him was ten thousand rays of light.

Standing in front of the high hall, Zhao Shuo held his hands behind his back, his eyes were like torches, he looked down at Zhao Gan and Lin Wan'er and his party condescendingly, and slowly spoke: "The third child." ”

"Second brother." Zhao Qian raised his head and met Zhao Shuo's eyes. (To be continued.) )