He woke up from his sickbed, and it was a few days before he could open his mouth. However, it was still difficult to pronounce words, and after only a few words, it was as if I was about to run out, and I could only lie there and recuperate quietly for most of the day.

The people who came and went to the palace were cautious and did not dare to make loud noises.

But even though the surroundings were quiet enough, Emperor Su Fang always felt that it was not enough. Even the slight sound of the wings of the birds under the eaves fell on his ears like thunder, which upset him. The medicine brought by the imperial concubine also made him feel upset. The tongue was full of bitterness, all the way to the throat, and then to the tip of the heart, making people almost out of breath.

The imperial doctor said that his body was improving, and the imperial concubine also said the same, but Emperor Su Fang felt that he had no signs of improvement.

Because of the fatigue in his body, he was only angry with himself at first, lying sullen and hot, taking medicine and sleeping when he should have taken medicine, and ignored the others. But as soon as he could speak, his temper flared up.

On this day, the palace people sent medicine.

He opened his eyes and watched as the imperial concubine's slender jade hands were attached to the medicine bowl, and the black steaming medicinal juice was lifted from the tray. The spoon stirred inside, bringing up bursts of strong medicinal smell. He sniffed, and his heart couldn't help but feel a burst of boredom, Huo Ran raised his head and hit the imperial concubine's hand, and spit out two words in his mouth weakly, "Don't eat ......"

With the voice, the medicinal juice was spilled, and it was a mess everywhere, but the porcelain bowl was not broken, but only turned crookedly on the ground for two times before it quieted down.

White porcelain, thick to blackening brown medicinal juice. tangled in a ball on the mirrored floor tiles.

He glanced coldly, turned his face away, and said nothing.

The imperial concubine did not speak. He didn't ask anyone to come in and clean it up, but he bent down to pick up the medicine bowl and put it back in the tray, while saying softly: "Your Majesty, it's okay to take two more pieces of this medicine, and you don't have to take it again." ”

The plain white fingers were stained with medicinal juice and were slightly warm.

She pulled out her handkerchief and wiped it off gently. His eyes fell on Emperor Su Fang impartially.

It's like an ordinary woman, looking at her husband's eyes, gentle and affectionate......

Emperor Su Fang looked at her. I couldn't help but be stunned. Such a look made him feel extremely unfamiliar, as if he had not seen it for a long time. He couldn't even remember when they were still living in Duanwang's mansion. What kind of life is lived. He doesn't remember either. What was the imperial concubine like in the past, and what was she like?

Time flies, things are not people.

He suddenly choked, and it seemed that a huge stone had been blocked between his heart and lungs, and it was so heavy that it was unbearable.

He saw the imperial concubine stand up, go outside, and whispered two words through the curtain, and after a while, someone from the palace brought the medicine in again. It was still taken by the imperial concubine herself, and she personally held the spoon to feed him. Emperor Su Fang's heart moved slightly. But the gloomy breath still lingered, as if there was an annoying villain who had been muttering endlessly in his ear.

Even if you close your eyes, plug your ears, and bury your head in the bedding, it is useless.

Emperor Su Fang reluctantly suppressed the idea of violence in his heart, leaned on the soft pillow, and swallowed the newly served bowl of medicine with the hands of the imperial concubine.

After a while, the medicinal properties came up, and he fell into a deep sleep.

The imperial concubine stared at his sleeping face carefully, and then sank her face and asked someone to enter and clean up the mess on the ground.

She sat on the brocade in front of Emperor Su Fang's bed, lowered her eyes and secretly thought, this medicine is really not enough...... If it had changed as usual, as soon as she persuaded Emperor Su Fang after he dropped the medicine bowl, he would have been even more annoyed, but Emperor Su Fang endured his anger this time and obediently ate the medicine.

The imperial concubine couldn't help but be a little trance at that moment, she wondered in a daze, would Emperor Su Fang change back to his original appearance, and turn back to the original majestic and wise man?

But she has always understood in her heart that such an opportunity is too slim, so slim that it is almost invisible.

What's more, just relying on his idea of Huihe's marriage and what he did to the prince is enough to make people unwilling to stand on his side anymore.

It is difficult to go from luxury to frugality, and it is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and the same is true for life.

For a good person to become bad, all he needs is an opportunity, but if a bad person wants to change his mind and become a good person, what he needs is not just an opportunity.

If Emperor Su Fang was said to be the Infernal Hell behind him, then he had already entered half of his body.

The imperial concubine knew this very well, and she also understood that she had already stepped into one foot.

For the sake of her children, she must make up her mind.

She repeatedly warned herself in her heart that she must not mess with herself and ruin her plans.

She had already discussed with her father, and she was only waiting for his father to come to Beijing in person. When Emperor Sufang is born and the crown prince ascends the throne, she will choose another good marriage for Huihe, and this life will be considered a complete Thai half. But she was also irritable, the women in the palace were usually able to fight to the death for trivial things, and they seemed to be bold at all. Now it's good, everyone is trembling, worried day and night, I don't know when Emperor Su Fang will die.

Fortunately, she didn't think they were unlucky, so she let them worry.

Emperor Su Fang also lived up to expectations and survived well, and his condition was better day by day.

Things are not in a hurry, and they are being discussed with the old man of the Bai family little by little.

However, these are all on the bright side, and the dark tide behind the scenes is surging, and they should not be underestimated.

But for Wang Ren, these things are all.

Since Shaman and his party came to Kyoto from Dunhuang, he was only worried about one thing.

On the day Shu Yan came back, Yan Huai and Xie Shuning left for Beicheng early in the morning to wait, and he knew it.

Early that morning, before the end of the day, he got up from bed without sleep, burned incense, bathed, freshened up and changed clothes, and made himself a few years younger, which was considered satisfied......

But when it came to the end, he hesitated again, hesitated at the gate of the East Factory, and slowly retreated involuntarily.

The Song family has only one brother and only one sister-in-law, and now they have come all the way to Kyoto, just to see the Song family, who they have not seen for many years, and to see Xie Shuning's newlywed husband.

He is familiar with the mother and son of the Song family, and Beicheng has not been to Beicheng less, but he is just an outsider after all, even if Xie Shuning respects him as a father-in-law, he is not her father. On this kind of day, it stands to reason that he shouldn't come forward. He hid back in the house in a trance, picked a stone he liked the most, took a carving knife and carved the stone, but in the end he couldn't help but go to the north city.

Who knew that on the second day, Xiao Wu came to Dongchang to see him.

When he brought the Song family back to Kyoto from Huizhou, he left Xiao Wu by Song's side, but whenever he needed to run errands, most of the Song family sent Xiao Wu, and Xiao Wu only listened to her.

This will come to Dongchang early in the morning of May Day, and he must have been sent by the Song family.

Wang Ren carved the stone all night, and carved a human figure on the stone, which was clearly Song's at a rough glance.

Hearing Xiao Wu's request to see, his hand shook, and the carving knife almost slashed his hand, but it was easy to stabilize, and he hurriedly put it aside and went outside.

Xiao Wu's attitude was respectful: "Yin Gong." ”

"What's going on?" Sleepless all night, Wang Ren's face was a little pale, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Xiao Wu glanced at him suspiciously, and replied: "There has never been an accident, it was the wife who ordered the little one to ask you, you can be free today, if you are free, please go to Beicheng for a while." After that, he explained again, "My uncle knows that you have saved your wife's life, so she said that she would thank you in person." ”

Wang Ren: "......"

Xiao Wu asked, "Are you free today?" ”

"Empty, naturally empty!" Wang Ren hurriedly waved his hand, "You go back first, I'll be there later." ”

Xiao Wu got the order and retreated.

Wang Ren looked down at the clothes on his body, no, this color is not good. Thinking so, he frowned, and suddenly raised his voice to call people in, and ordered: "Sort out all the gifts prepared some time ago, and send them to Beicheng later." Before he could finish speaking, his people had already swept out like swallows.

Two quarters of an hour later, he led the men out to the northern city.

Entering the Green Lantern Alley, the peach blossom eyes on his face couldn't help but squint again and again, and his face became more and more solemn.

This inexplicable nervousness made him panic for no reason, even worse than when he killed people for the first time.

However, he is used to pretending, pretending, and no one can see this nervousness. When everyone saw him, they didn't know that he was panicking, but when he looked at Yan Sù more than usual, he seemed to talk less.

It wasn't until Yan Huai came out to greet him that his complexion changed, and he lowered his voice and asked Yan Huai: "Have you seen someone?" ”

When Shaman arrived, Yan Huai was there, so naturally he had already seen people. Wang Ren knew it clearly, but he had to ask again, in order to see Yan Huai's expression and deduce. Who knew that Yan Huai's face was calm, as if he had just heard the words of today's good day from his mouth, and replied to him: "I've seen it." ”

"How?" Wang Ren asked unintentionally.

Yan Huai smiled: "Very good." ”

"Really?" Wang Ren coughed softly twice, and suddenly asked, "How is this dress on my body?" ”

Yan Huai was stunned for a moment, and looked carefully at the clothes he was wearing: "It's not like the ...... you usually wear."

Too serious, too rigid.

When Wang Ren heard this, he said, "That's fine." ”

Yan Huai was helpless, so he went to the flower hall with him, and picked up Shaman's matter along the way and said a few words to him, and he was silent when he was close to the flower hall. Wang Ren rarely reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and praised: "Aman's vision is actually not as bad as I originally thought. But even if he praises, he will never pick out the praise, and he will not stop until he makes a detour.

At the same time, in the flower hall, Shaman was eating snacks and talking to Song.

She ate a piece of tea, her blue eyes were full of curiosity, and asked, "Has that Engong married a wife?" ”

Song was bowing his head to drink tea, and he almost choked himself when he heard the words, only then did he remember that he had not carefully explained Wang Ren's identity to Shaman, so he had to shake his head and said vaguely: "No." (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the pink ~~