- Li Gai looked at Wang Hong's left and right hands intertwined in the opposite cuffs, and suddenly smiled as well, and said, "Then it has to be your sleeves wide enough." After Wang Hong of this nephew's generation, Li Gai's mood also slowed down a little, so he took advantage of the situation to take a sentence.

The uncle and nephew smiled at each other, and at the same time, they both read the meaning of "something" from each other's eyes, and gradually they both smiled separately. Both of them knew very well in their hearts that what happened in the Hengtai Pavilion neighborhood this afternoon could not be treated easily, and Li Gai at this time did not have any extra time to chat.

"How is Your Majesty's physical condition now?" Li Gai had something to hurry back to the Commander's Mansion to arrange, so he took the first step to ask about the things he was worried about on the emperor's side.

"When I came back, I just washed up and went to sleep. What should I say about what you are asking? The imperial doctor only said that because the emperor was buried in the ruins for a while, he lacked qi and injured his lungs, and choked on fireworks, so although there was no injury on the outside, he was burned in the internal organs, and he would have symptoms of heartache and need to recuperate for a while. When Wang Hong said this, a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes, and after a slight pause in his voice, he continued: "Listening to what Uncle Li just said, it seems that he also knows a little bit about medical science, so from Uncle Li's opinion, is the diagnosis of the imperial doctors accurate?" ”

Li Gai shook his head slightly and said: "I am a person who practices martial arts, and I have a more comprehensive understanding of acupuncture points, and I can also know some skin about the diagnosis of pulse, but I have not studied pharmacology and medical theory like a real doctor." However, listening to what you just said, the imperial doctor's diagnosis is also decent, and His Majesty does need to recuperate now. ”

Hearing that Li Gai agreed with the imperial doctor's diagnosis. The suspicion in the eyes of the second prince Wang Hong not only did not subside, but increased, turning into a look close to questioning, and his tone remained calm and said: "Is the accurate result like this?" You said the word 'decent', but I can't help but be suspicious. ”

In Li Gai's heart, the diagnosis of Wang Chi's injury did have a result that was different from the diagnosis of the imperial doctor, but he was not completely sure of the conclusion he had reached at this time, so it was inconvenient for him to immediately explain his point of view in front of Wang Hong.

He remembered the two guards who might have suffered the same internal injuries as Wang Chi, and who were now being treated in the Commander's Mansion. He had to go back. From the diagnosis of the two of them, he determined his speculation about Wang Chi's injury. He couldn't try Wang Chi's body, which was one of the reasons why he sent those two palace guards to the Commander's Mansion.

"His Majesty did suffer some internal injuries, and for those who practice martial arts, such things will inevitably happen occasionally." After a little deliberation. Ligai finally spoke. But only a few light words were chosen. For the time being, Wang Hong was relieved, "Quiet recuperation is naturally the best way to recover, and this imperial doctor is not wrong." Other than that. Wounded almost at the same time as His Majesty, there were two guards. I need to go back and find out their injuries before I can be sure of something, and if Your Highness believes me, you will wait for me for another day. ”

Wang Hong suddenly sighed, and said in a slightly sandy voice: "Of course I believe in Uncle Li. ”

Knowing that Wang Chi's physical condition was quite stable at this time, and with a few words, the heart of the second prince Wang Hong was also stabilized, and Li Gai announced his resignation.

Wang Hong wanted to send Li Gai for a while, but he was politely dissuaded. Seeing Li Gai walk away quickly, in the corridor of the royal garden where the palace lights gradually turned on, Wang Hong's face gradually became cold, and there was a thick tiredness in his eyes.

After sitting at the water-stained stone table under the hexagonal pavilion for a long time, he took a deep breath, got up slowly, and slowly walked to the warm pavilion to look at his father again, and then slowly came out, dragging heavy steps towards Huayang Palace.

After Wang Hong slowly left from the east gate of the royal garden where the warm pavilion was located, not long after, two palace maids came in from the north gate of the garden, each carrying a lantern with a glass lampshade in their hands, and then Concubine De's phoenix robe and deerskin thick-soled boots stepped in.

When she was still more than a dozen steps away from the door of the Warm Pavilion, Concubine De waved her hand and left all the palace people who were serving around her in the corridor, and she stepped into the Warm Pavilion alone.

After Wang Chi returned to the palace, he did not rest in the dormitory, but rested in the warm pavilion of the South Compound, which was also a choice to follow the instructions of the imperial doctor.

The South Compound is not big, but it is very quiet, because the guards here are very strict, if His Majesty needs a quiet environment, dozens of shadow guards in the South Compound can clean up the noise sources within a hundred steps outside the courtyard at any time.

It is also for this reason that even if there are palace people passing by this area, they have to deliberately bypass it. Because the palace people didn't know when His Majesty was inside, when he needed to be quiet, and the tribe sent those bat-like men in black to clean up the four fields. If you don't pay attention, you are like a rabbit and you are picked up by an eagle and thrown far away.

After the news of Wang Chi's return to the palace spread, several people came to visit, but they couldn't cross the outer wall of the South Compound, and they were invited away by several people in black.

More than ten years ago, when Wang Chi was still guarding the border in northern Xinjiang, he had a wife, married several concubines, and had a total of two daughters and three sons. The eldest son died at an early age, the third son was not at home all the year round, and the youngest daughter was still sitting outside the big family of the palace, still worrying about how to recruit him. Now in the palace, Wang Chi's closest people are only his eldest daughter Wang Qing, his second son Wang Hong, and then his favorite concubine Xiao Wanting.

For these three people, of course, the shadow guards of the South Compound can't be stopped.

The second prince, Wang Hong, came back with the emperor. And not long after the emperor rested in the warm pavilion, the princess Wang Qing arrived. But because she saw her father's uncomfortable appearance due to injury, she couldn't stop crying, Wang Hong was worried that she was too sad and seriously injured, so she quickly made the decision and persuaded her to go back to her dormitory with two grandmothers.

As for why Concubine De is late, it can be understood that husband and wife always need to have a solitary environment before they can talk about themselves.

What's more, the second prince didn't stay in the warm pavilion for long, and after careful calculation, Concubine De was only half an hour late.

There are only three palace people serving in the warm pavilion, but at this time, the emperor Wang Chi, who is sleeping on the imperial couch, does not need to serve anything, as long as the environment continues to be quiet.

The three palace people in the warm pavilion saluted Concubine De silently, and after getting up, they were pointed out by her outside the pavilion with a look.

There are only two people in the room, one bedroom and one standing, and Concubine Xiao Wanting is standing three steps away from the couch. Quietly looking at the emperor's husband who was sleeping soundly with a snort, after a while, she took three steps closer, squatted down close to the edge of the couch, and gently held the hand that her husband had placed outside the brocade quilt.

Wang Chi, who was still aching in his chest and abdomen, actually slept very lightly, and felt his hand being held by something warm and wet—anything that came into contact with him at this time would make him feel a little uncomfortable—so he closed his eyes and struggled with only a subconscious.

His sudden subtle movement really startled Xiao Wanting.

After a while, after confirming that her husband's shaking of his hand was just an unconscious move, Xiao Wanting breathed a sigh of relief, but her mood was still a little disturbed. She put her husband's hand back into the quilt and tucked the corners of the quilt on both sides of his shoulder. Xiao Wanting stood up from the couch. There was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

Did you just dream?

In your dream, who did you think was holding your hand?

Or should I say, the person you saw in your dreams when I held your hand. Is it me?

Xiao Wanting asked three questions in her mind at once. These three questions did not come out of the mouth. Some seem to be asking her husband Wang Chi, and some seem to be questioning a certain role she plays in the Wang family.

After standing so quietly for a long time, Xiao Wanting had a move. He raised his hands hanging at his side and rubbed them.

These hands shook her husband's hand just now, but it didn't seem to bring down the slightest warmth.

I don't know if it's because my husband's always fiery hand has been a little cold since he returned tonight because of his injury; Or is it because when she held his hand just now, he suddenly struggled, and then broke away the softness and warmth in her heart......

Spit out the truth after drinking, and speak more truthfully in dreams.

Although Wang Chi's move just now was very slight and short-lived,

But for Xiao Wanting, it was equivalent to a message from the bottom of his heart...... Refuse.

This is a trace of panic and sorrow that Xiao Wanting has hidden in the deepest part of her heart and is also the most difficult to erase since marrying Wang Chi for 14 years.

Although with the death of the woman, she had no need to worry anymore, because the cause of the panic might put her position in jeopardy. But after the woman disappeared from this world, it didn't take long for her to live happily, and Xiao Wanting became frightened and sad again.

Because she found that the woman's soul lived in Wang Chi's heart, and she was powerless to do anything or change anything about it.

How to kill that trace of soul that lives in the depths of Wang Chi's heart?

Xiao Wanting lowered her eyes slightly, her eyes fell on her lower abdomen, where a phoenix feather was embroidered on the fabric, layered and colorful. The tip of the feather is also strung with an oval piece of gold leaf, and a pearl is embedded in the middle of the gold leaf. For the comfort of dressing, it should not be too heavy, so the pearl particles on the clothes are not large, but they must have enough years of growth to be shiny and bright.

This set of gorgeous clothes is still a tribute jointly presented by Jiangnan silk merchants and large pearl farmers in Bilian Lake during the Midyear Festival last year.

However, it is said to be a tribute, just looking at the fine size of this dress, it is obvious that it is a dress specially tailored for Xiao Wanting.

Regarding the faintly revealed rank of this gorgeous dress, the other nobles and concubines in the palace couldn't wear it, but Xiao Wanting, one of the four concubines, wore this gorgeous costume, and she still didn't seal it after that.

I don't know if it's because Wang Chi is too busy with state affairs, or because he has a rough attitude towards the affairs of the harem, except for a few mentions by officials of the Ministry of Rites, he added a few noble concubines to the harem in the several drafts held in the early years, and there was no action beyond that. Let those new women enter the palace be gentle and elegant, or graceful and graceful, or flowery...... Wang Chi is still fortunate to be few, and none of those women have been promoted.

- Of course, this may have something to do with their stomachs. When it comes to this kind of thing, in fact, Xiao Wanting has some "credit" that cannot be pushed away.

Although Wang Chi's third son often does not return home and does not know where he lives in the world, his second son Wang Hong has always lived in the palace and stayed by the emperor's side. If it weren't for the fact that this Second Highness has been sick and weak, it is obvious that he is very likely to be the prince.

There are also some officials in the court who have another suspicion in private, if it weren't for the fact that His Majesty has a third prince, maybe the second prince would be established as a prince early even if he was sick and weak. In any case, none of the two princes has been crowned a king fief, and the possibility of this kind of fiefdom is balanced.

Today, this equilibrium may remain the same. Both princes have reached the age when they really want to start studying the matter. To His Majesty's relief, His Royal Highness's physical condition gradually improved. The officials of the Ministry of Rites had a headache and couldn't figure out His Majesty's intentions.

As far as the country's plans are concerned, although His Royal Highness's physical condition is much stronger than in the past, there are still hidden worries.

The daily workload of being an emperor is very large, and people often talk about the emperor's fine clothes and food, opening his mouth when he eats, and stretching out his hands when he wears clothes, but strictly speaking, this set of service regulations is to let the monarch of a country have a healthier physique and more time to deal with state affairs. And not just for enjoyment.

Be a hardworking monarch. Can't do without a good body foundation. On the other hand, the kings of previous dynasties were heroic and imposing when they first ascended the throne, but perhaps after a few years, they were sick. Exhausted.

Occasionally, the members of the court have important events to enter the palace and play their majesty directly. Or Feng Majesty xià went elsewhere. Sometimes you need to ask the Second Highness to find it. The palace is His Majesty's home, and only his family can move around at will. In recent years, Tong guò has gotten along with each other. Most of the officials in the court are no strangers to the second highness who lives in seclusion, and they are also full of praise for his character, but ...... Regarding the matter of sealing the storage, everyone has a trace of concern in their hearts.

A healthy person can wear himself out like this when he becomes an emperor, let alone what will happen to a person who is already in poor health, after sitting in that position.

As for the Third Highness, he can live a life of traveling all over the world all year round, and his body is naturally speechless, but he has too little time to return to the palace, and another question is highlighted, how is his character and ability to govern the country? Officials of the Ministry of Rites could hardly find any basis for thinking about this.

But in any case, for the emperor's household affairs, the target of the courtiers and workers has changed, and the intention of encouraging the Ministry of Rites to find a way to hold a draft gift for the emperor a few years ago has long been outdated. The ministers of the court, even the Ministry of Rites, jumped in, just waiting for the decision of His Majesty to establish the prince, and the affairs of the harem were almost no longer mentioned, and they were getting colder and colder.

Maybe when the crown prince is decided, the harem will be lively again because of the prince's choice of concubine.

However, if you observe the root cause of the desertion of the harem from a woman's perspective, Concubine Xiao Wanting has always thought in her heart that Emperor Wang Chi's feelings for the newly elected ladies and beauties in the palace are relatively weak, and the main reason is that the area where he puts his feelings in his heart has long been occupied by a woman. It's hard to get there even yourself, let alone those newcomers who have only seen Wang Chi a few times.

Because there are already people in my heart, I will not envy other flowers and plants. Other than that, everything is nothing. Wang Chi will only turn forty years old this year, and others are still in their prime, how can they not need women? Xiao Wanting couldn't help but be resentful and firmly believed that it could only be the shadow of the woman in his heart who was doing trouble!

But what must be done to kill a soul that dwells in a person's heart?

As far as the overall situation in the harem is concerned, the woman closest to Wang Chi is her, and Wang Chi also gave her the highest rank and favor among the women of the harem, but she is still unable to achieve the goal of replacing that woman and completely possessing him.

Regarding this result that made her helpless, sad and resentful, Concubine Xiao Wanting not only hated the woman who still occupied Wang Chi even if she died, but she was also a little cruel to herself, hating herself for being different from those newcomers in the harem, and she was really angry.

Concubine De Xiao Wanting, who was standing one step in front of the imperial couch, gradually lowered her eyes, and slowly raised her right hand and pressed it on her lower abdomen. As the thoughts in her mind fluctuated, her long, slender and evenly textured hand slowly grasped the gold leaf inlay beads on the piece of brocade, and clenched it tighter and tighter, so tight that the bones of her hand were craggy, and the cyan meridians that were originally deep under the white skin on the back of her hand suddenly became extremely clear.

This hand, which could have given people infinite tenderness and blind imagination, became a little hideous at this moment.

Emperor Wang Chi would stay at Concubine Xiao Wanting for about three to five nights every month, and such a frequency was simply a pampered treatment for the newcomers in the harem who had only been selected in recent years.

Xiao Wanting herself also knew very well in her heart that Wang Chi would spend about ten nights every month in the busy night of reviewing and reciting in the imperial study, and he could still allocate three to five nights to come to her, which was already a great honor, and she should have been content.

But she was not satisfied.

After that miscarriage thirteen years ago, she planted an unwilling seed in her heart, and with the emptiness of her belly for more than ten years, the malicious seed has sprouted and grown leaves, and now it has stretched out its branches.

If she can also give birth to a child for Wang Chi, maybe it will be because of a mother's love and care for her child. Let this seed of anxiety and resentment wither naturally.

But she couldn't.

Over the years, she has worked hard to do many things, one of the most important things for Wang Chi is that she took the initiative to take care of and raise the second prince Wang Hong in her early years, and took care of Wang Hong, who was a minor illness for three days and a major illness for half a month, as her own son.

But even so, watching Wang Hong grow up year by year, it still can't make up for the physical and mental shortcomings caused by her inability to be a mother.

has lived in such an emotional absence for more than ten years, as if the favor given to her by Wang Chi has also changed, and it has become no longer a love that makes her feel sweet, but a kind of pity that makes her heart sour. Even a handout that makes her feel bored.

No children. There is no love that needs to be waited for and precipitated, and she begins to chase the lingering and uncertain hatred in her heart.

How can we completely dispel the soul that lives in Wang Chi's heart?

Only erasing the body of the woman who lived in the world is still not complete enough, after more than ten years of observation and consideration. Concubine De Xiao Wanting gradually firmly thought. to scrape away all the ties that the woman left in the world. It is possible to make Wang Chi really forget that woman.

A chill appeared in Xiao Wanting's slightly lowered eyes, and it gradually dissipated after a long time.

Let's wait a few more days.

When Li Gai, the commander of the five groups, left Beijing, he relied on the prime minister's ability to do things. Even if he doesn't have the power to fight, he can still paralyze the activity speed of the members of the fifth group, and forgive that remnant who can't fly.

The wicked man surnamed Lin is still thousands of miles away, and has become a sick man with only half a life left, and it is expected that he will lack skills and will no longer be able to resist anything for the evil obstacle in the capital.

As for Wang Chi, he is a hard-working emperor, who really regards the affairs of millions of people as his own business, and for such a monarch, if the prime minister wants him to stay in the court or the imperial study all day, ten fingers are not enough.

Thinking of some kind of generally predictable state of affairs, the resentment in Xiao Wanting's heart was able to subside a little.

At this point, her eyes moved away from her lower abdomen.

And as soon as she raised her head slightly, she just met the gaze that Wang Chi threw at her.

It was as if he was sorting out some secret things, and these things were regarded as filthy, but at this moment, someone suddenly pushed the door in, and finally saw this qiē at a glance...... Concubine Xiao Wanting was shocked in her heart and pulled it hard.

Looking at his wife's hand covering her abdomen and frowning slightly, Wang Chi didn't see the coldness in her slightly drooping eyes just now, and only thought that she was feeling unwell at this time. Although he was really in a state of physical discomfort, he was suddenly woken up by a dull pain in his chest and abdomen just now, but he didn't like to lie down and talk, so he sat up, looked at his wife, and asked lovingly, "Wan'er, what's wrong with you?" ”

Xiao Wanting hurriedly took a step closer, pulled a cushion at the corner of the couch, put it behind her husband's back, and then squatted down next to the couch again.

She raised her face slightly to meet the concerned gaze cast by her husband, but based on her state of mind at the moment, she didn't think it was a concern, but a kind of inquiry. She didn't know when Wang Chi woke up, and whether he had seen what she had just said, so for a while, she didn't know what kind of answer was the most natural.

Considering that the emperor's visit to the Southern Courtyard this time was a bit special, not to have a secret conversation with a certain important minister, but to be in poor health and need to recuperate, after the imperial doctor completed the diagnosis, the palace servants who had been serving their masters for many years shrewdly replaced all the lampstands in the inner room with light yellow tulle lampshades. The light in the room suddenly softens, but it also makes the interior look a little like a mist.

After looking at each other quietly for a moment, Wang Chi said softly: "If there is anything uncomfortable, don't delay, the imperial doctor is in the South Courtyard." ”

Xiao Wanting understood that Wang Chi had misunderstood the meaning of her behavior, so she probably didn't notice what she was in the mood just now, and she was secretly relieved.

"The concubine is fine, but the emperor, today's trip out will quickly scare the concubine's heart out of her throat." Xiao Wanting's gentle eyebrows furrowed, her eyebrows and eyes were full of worry, and her tone of voice gradually became the kind of love and affection between husband and wife, "What's wrong with you?" The face is so bad, and the hands are a little cold, where is the injury? Those imperial doctors, afraid of responsibility, all of them talked half of their ......"

"Wan'er, I'm out of the way, don't worry too much." Wang Chi looked at his wife's frowning appearance, and his heart was soft. But he was injured outside the palace today. It is also injured in the heart, and this heart-stirring thought will affect the injury, and the dull pain in the chest and abdomen will also deepen. couldn't help but twist his eyebrows, Wang Chi grabbed his wife's hand resting on the edge of the couch, gently pressed it on the painful position in his chest, and then said, "Come, you sit next to me." It's uncomfortable here, you rub it, maybe it will be much better. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Wanting hurriedly got up and climbed onto the royal couch. Sit side by side with your husband. Then she leaned over and gently rubbed it for him. With the shaking of her arms, her jewel and jade dress, and the string of gold hairpin tassels on her temples also shook gently, and the high-grade pearls and jades gently collided, making a crisp and crisp sound.

Wang Chi breathed a sigh of relief slowly and silently. Xiao Wanting's hands are well maintained. There is no need to do anything physical lì labor with the hands. Tiny knuckles are softer. But under such a pair of hands massage, the kind of weird internal injuries he suffered can actually play a very little good role.

At most, it is only by the gentle touch of the skin. Temporarily covering some of the dull pain that is wrapped around the heart veins, this is also a palliative rather than a cure.

But finally in this moment, Wang Chi felt comfortable, his tense spirit slowed down a little because of the self-suppression of the pain, and he subconsciously leaned towards his wife's side shoulder. However, he leaned on it for a while, and then sat up straight again, because the splendid jewels on his wife's gorgeous dress were too embarrassing.

In the past, she and Xiao Wanting were sleeping or lying or sitting, she was all hairpins, green silk was scattered, and her thin shirt lined her skin, but this time it was a little different. Because the pain in the heart has been slightly alleviated, Wang Chi can also think about a few more questions mentally, and he suddenly has a new understanding of "luxury hinders the distance between people's body and mind".

Concubine Xiao Wanting noticed her husband's move of leaning over but quickly sitting upright and going back, and after thinking for a while, she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing." Wang Chi withdrew his aimless gaze towards the door, looked at his wife and smiled, and said, "It's not early, and you're tired, so you don't have to accompany me, so you can't rest well." ”

Xiao Wanting saw a strong tiredness in her husband's somewhat distracted eyes, she knew that he was actually tired, so she obeyed his wishes, gently admonished a few times, and left the South Compound.

In fact, as far as what happened today is concerned, Concubine De Xiao Wanting should be the person who will not feel tired the most.

To be precise, since one night thirteen years ago, Concubine Xiao Wanting has not completely relaxed her spirits.

For something that had been planned for several years and should have started today, Xiao Wanting recuperated for a few days. But she was going to lose sleep tonight, because what she wanted to do was not finished, to be precise, before she started to do it, she was forcibly interrupted for some reason.

Today's Wang Chi is not only physically unbearable due to the pain, but also his spirit has been dragged to a strain, and he has not been so tired for a long time. In the past, he dealt with heavy state affairs, and it was not that he didn't feel tired, but he was physically strong and had a fiery enthusiasm for this new country, so he could hold on. And today, for the first time since ascending the throne, the cornerstone of the body has been shaken by external forces, and this fatigue that has been suppressed seems to have erupted like a torrent.

And among the people in the palace today, the second person who will feel very tired should be the second prince Wang Hong.

One night a few days ago, because of the assassination incident in the palace, although the second prince Wang Hong was only injured on one hand, he suffered a lot of blood loss. The palace people of the entire Huayang Palace served carefully and recuperated for a few days, but Wang Hong's face was still a little pale.

His physical condition is already extremely poor, and he has only recovered in the last two or three years, and he is no longer so prone to illness. But that doesn't mean he's really strong, in fact, his physique is still much weaker than his peers.

His injuries hadn't healed yet, and he hadn't recovered so much blood and qi that he had lost, so he galloped out of the palace in this physical condition, and finally broke the wound on his hand for the second time. Although some bleeding was prevented because of the cloth belt wrapped around his hand, and he was bandaged soon after returning to the palace, the situation seemed to be quite good, but at night, Wang Hong's body gradually became hot again, and his forehead was cold.

After using a little ginseng soup and washing up briefly, the second prince Wang Hong was really tired of reading and homework for half an hour every night, and went to bed early. However, he only slept for a while, and kept dreaming scattered and broken dreams, when the dream suddenly stopped in a scene, and he woke up.

As he sat up in shock, his injured hand unconsciously pressed heavily on the edge of the couch, and the soft silk mattress became hard, and the sharp pain like a tear in the wound in the palm of his hand spread across his arm and into his heart. It reminds him of the separation between reality and dreams.

A fine layer of cold sweat had once again oozed from his forehead.

But he did not notice this, for his gaze naturally fell on the knee-high brocade quilt, which was covered with a square cloth. It was evident that the veil had been folded into a long section at first, and as it slid off his forehead as he sat up suddenly, the fold was half loose.

Wang Hong stretched out his hand to pick up the handkerchief, twisted his fingertips, and felt that the handkerchief was an extremely simple cotton fabric, with a slightly damp coolness.

After he fell asleep, the lights in the dormitory were blown out, leaving only one corner of the room to prevent people from sleeping. But the light is also so weak that it can almost be ignored. But. Today, the palace maid who was on duty in the dormitory had heard the sound from the couch, and through the faint light of the ever-bright lamp, through the thin gauze tent, the palace maid saw that the second highness had woken up. Immediately opened his eyes, which had been blindfolded with sleep. Asked softly, "Your Highness." Do you need slaves to serve? ”

Wang Hong hesitated for a moment, then said, "Palm lamp, you come here." ”

As soon as the palace maid heard the second prince call her over. The tone was unusually simple and direct, she couldn't help but feel a little frightened, and hurriedly lit the triangular glass lamp on the table, and approached the couch with the lampstand in her hand.

The triangular glazed lamp has a total of three candles, and the light is reflected by the crystal glazed lampstand base, just lighting this lamp, but every corner of the dormitory suddenly brightened.

With this bright light, Wang Hong saw clearly the cotton handkerchief in his hand, the handkerchief was the simplest cotton color, but in the white of the whole face, a small red petal embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief was extremely conspicuous.

Wang Hong's gaze only stopped on the petals, but his heart suddenly tightened, and his hand holding the cotton handkerchief with two fingers also shook a little, and then the whole palm rubbed the handkerchief into the palm of his hand.

The excessively bright light of the glass lamp also illuminated the pale face of the second prince and the forehead oozing a fine sweat, and the palace maid holding the lamp could see this clearly even if she stood outside the silk tent. The palace maid was very worried, after all, this prince was usually quite friendly to their slaves, which could not help but make people feel grateful, but at this time she didn't know what to do.

The second prince's health has always been very poor, and even the imperial doctor sometimes can't do it.

After standing for a while, the palace maid naturally saw what the second prince seemed to be holding in his hand, and kept this action all the time, and did not say anything again. The palace maid was surprised in her heart, and couldn't help but whisper curiously: "Your Highness, what are you holding?" ”

The second prince Wang Hong came back to his senses, a trace of amazement appeared on his face, and then he turned his eyes to look at the palace maid who was holding the lamp, spread his fist to support the cotton handkerchief, and said lightly: "Is this what you put on the forehead of the palace?" ”

The palace maid hurriedly shook her head and said respectfully: "The slave maid has been guarding the corner of the room, His Royal Highness has said before, you sleep shallowly, so you don't like someone to come close to disturb, the slave maid has always remembered it and dare not disobey." ”

After glancing at the cotton handkerchief a few times, she added: "This handkerchief doesn't look like an item in the palace, it's too plain." ”

Wang Hong's eyes moved, and he said, "Do you also think that this veil is not a thing in the palace?" ”

When the palace maid heard his words, she thought of the bloodshed that happened in the palace a few days ago, she seemed to realize something, and suddenly knelt on the ground with a "bang", and suddenly said: "It's the slave who has a lot of mouths, and she should ...... her mouth."

As she knelt, the glass lamp in her hand flickered, swaying the bright light, and at this moment, Wang Hong seemed to vaguely see a figure flashing in a corner of the dormitory.

"Okay, just ask you to hold the lamp, and then hold the lamp steady, it has nothing to do with calling you the palm mouth." Wang Hong breathed a sigh of relief softly, seeing that the corners of the palace maid's eyes were drooping, and she was sleepy, obviously she didn't seem to have come to serve her just now. After thinking about the figure he seemed to be dazzled by just now, he said again: "You go to the door, if the palace doesn't summon you, don't come in." ”

Hearing this, the palace maid's panic in her heart decreased slightly, but she was very puzzled. She was a little incomprehensible, the second prince suddenly asked her to hold the lamp and approach the couch, just to look at her? She vaguely felt that it should be that the second prince was going to tell her something, but for some reason she suddenly canceled it.

She was a little uneasy, and just before turning around and going out, she asked softly: "Your Highness, are you really fine?" ”

"It's okay, you go out, and tell the people outside not to come in and disturb." Wang Hong raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat on his forehead casually, and then put the cotton handkerchief back into his sleeve, and then lay down and continued to sleep.

His Royal Highness the prince has said that when it comes to this Cheng dù, no matter how much the palace maid stays, her brain will be broken.

And when the palace maid who held the lamp left the palace and gently closed the door, Wang Hong, who had just laid down on the couch in the dormitory, sat up again-

(To be continued......)