When Zhen Yue woke up, it was already the next morning, she slept extremely heavy this night, her mind was dizzy, as if she weighed a thousand pounds, when Xiao Li came to serve her and got up, she noticed that her face was pale, and hurriedly went to invite Zixu.

Zi Xuan blew his beard and glared, scolded Zhen Yue for splitting his head and covering his face, and repeatedly told him not to get cold at night, and in the end, the cold entered his body, and he had to suffer a few more days.

Zhen Yue guessed that he must have caught a cold outside last night, and his brain was very dizzy, but he remembered that he fell asleep unconsciously on the way back later, and he didn't know how to return to the camp.

After Zixu prescribed the medicine and left, Zhen Yue asked Xiang Xiaoli: "How did I come back last night?" ”

"Last night." Xiao Li was looking at the prescription, raised his head and smiled brightly, revealing a few white shell teeth, and his voice was clear: "Last night, His Royal Highness came back with the girl, and it was the first time for the slave to see His Highness so gentle, it was like a different person." ”

Zhen Yue took away the complexity in her eyes, and just got up to find that her whole body was weak and could not support the weight of her body, so she lay down with the support of Xiaoli.

"Xiaoli, you go boil medicine, I want to lie down again."

Xiao Li was still happy in his heart, and when he saw that the girl didn't hate His Royal Highness as much as before, he hurried to boil the medicine after answering.

Zhen Yue didn't squint for a while, then she felt a cold touch on her cheeks, a little rough, but gentle, she slowly opened her eyes, the man's handsome and contemplative face came into view, and her body shrank habitually.

Bei Moling withdrew the hand that was on her forehead, and said apologetically: "I caught you a cold last night, so get up and drink the medicine first." He stretched out his hand to help her up.

"No, I don't. I can myself. ”

The words were too early, as soon as Zhen Yue's words fell, her elbows slid down, and a pair of powerful arms instantly picked her up and helped her sit down, and a slightly angry voice suddenly sounded: "Just love to be strong." ”

"Where's Xiaoli?"

"I'm going to make porridge for you." While speaking, Bei Moling picked up the decoction on the side of the bed, and his slender and good-looking fingers scooped up a spoonful and put it on her lips.

Zhen Yue's back trembled, she didn't expect him to feed her personally, and hurriedly said, "I'll come by myself." "But the whole body is weak and weak. Such a struggle. My mind suddenly became even more dizzy.

"Can you be obedient, you're sick like this."

Bei Mo Ling's face was slightly angry, and she put the soup spoon to her lips again, and her eyebrows were twisted into a line. Thin lips pursed.

"It's not because you gave me soft scented bones!"

Zhen Yue blurted out. Connection. The whole tent was silent, and a cold wind from the corner crept in, bringing a cold room to the room. Soft Bone was a thorn in their hearts, a thorn that was becoming more and more poisonous, and he could only keep her in this way, and she could only remind herself again and again that they were never equal, and that he still tied her freedom.

The tenderness in the man's eyes gradually became stained with frost, and he felt powerless in his heart, and in front of her real accusation, he couldn't say a word, he put down the medicine bowl, and said with a gloomy face: "I let Xiao Li come to serve you, you can rest these days, don't go out to blow the wind." ”

It wasn't until he left the camp tent and walked away that Zhen Yue was lying on the bed relaxedly, and the man's warm words last night floated in her ears again, making her heart seem to be tightly wrapped in layers of black cloth, out of breath, and feeding her so gently and taking medicine today, she just wanted to use cold words to alienate the relationship between them.

She frowned slowly, and her mood was extremely heavy with this sudden wind chill.

At the end of the day, Beigong Jun was escorted away by a thousand elite cavalry, and the vast more than 100,000 soldiers and horses stretched for ten miles to see him off.

Zhen Yue put on an extremely thick silver fox ferret, glanced at it from a distance, and waved her hand to Beigong Jun, who was looking at her from afar.

The horse's hooves are rolling, the cold wind is wheezing, and a thousand soldiers and horses are soon out of the Bell Grassland, and the Beiying Emperor, who was sitting in a sedan chair, was pampered but changed to a horse when he entered Pingyao City, with a heartless smile on his face hidden in the cold wind, with a heavy and suppressed anger, he was holding back the monstrous anger in his heart, and he was no longer the unruly and muddy emperor, but a brother who was gradually suffocating in the years.

He looked at the long official road, and on his waist was half of the Beiying army's talisman, and he was distressed.

The escort soldiers thought that the young emperor had traveled overnight for the sake of Xitan and his relatives, but he saw that the emperor entered the Chonghua Gate and went towards the right wing gate, and everyone looked at each other and was puzzled.

The palace maids on the road knelt on the ground, the horses' hooves rolled up a large cloud of dust, and a string of red petals on the tile wall fell by the wind, and instantly fell on the unmelted snowdrift.

The war horse directly entered the solemn and noble Shou'an Palace, and the attendants and palace maids outside the courtyard were all shocked, how could the emperor who was still at the border return to the Amethyst Holy Palace in a blink of an eye? also came to Shou'an Palace with an angry face, leading the horses and kneeling and knocking.

The official servants outside the hall who were about to go in to report were directly kicked by Beigong Jun, and with a loud bang, he kicked the closed palace door open, and the deafening impact sound resounded throughout the palace.

The main hall of light smoke and mist is full of sandalwood, the simple Buddha hall looks quiet and serene, and a woman in dark blue dress sits in front of the solemn Buddha statue.

The woman heard a deafening sound, and the wrist of the exquisite Buddha slammed off, and the whole silent and evil hall was crackled, and every sound was like a bloody silver needle, lying between the two, and no one could cross it.

"What are you doing! It's disrespectful! The woman snorted, and Aunt Ye, who had been by her side all the year round, hurriedly stepped forward and took a breath.

"You have done such a despicable and cold-blooded thing, and you expect me to respect you!"

Beigong Jun slammed half of the talisman in front of her, his face was in severe pain, the green tendons burst out, and the bronze talisman fell on the glazed ground, making an amazing harsh sound, and a few rolled down, and then stopped under the futon in front of the Buddha statue.

"Bastard! I am your mother! You rebel! What kind of system are you shouting in front of me! You are the emperor of Beiying, not a gangster! ”

"Emperor?" Beigong Jun's voice was mocking and tearing: "I, the emperor, am a nest!" Useless! Nothing can be done! Why! Why! You have to be so ruthless, you must kill them all, after so many years, aren't you tired? ”

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Empress Dowager Xuan stood silently, her serene face calm and calm.

"At this moment, you are still quibbling, half a month ago, you suddenly went to the Qianxuan Hall to send me ginseng soup, and then the talisman disappeared, is there such a coincidence in the world? Guan Ping is your cronies again, what else do you want to explain! (To be continued......)