"Ouch......" The little eunuch almost fell into a dog eating, and hurriedly got up, and saw that it was a red man in front of the emperor recently, and suddenly fell to the ground in fright: "The slave dog is dizzy, because he missed the time and rushed out of the palace, so he collided with Mr., I hope Mr. forgiveness!"

"It's okay, get up. Murong Zihua stretched out his hand to pull him, but the little eunuch was so frightened that he retreated again and again: "Don't dare, don't dare to work Mr., the slave will retire, retire!"

With that, he ran away. I walked too fast, ran not far away, and fell again. When Murong Zihua saw him, he couldn't help but smile, the hand in his sleeve clenched the small bamboo tube that the little eunuch gave him when he bumped into him just now, and returned to his small courtyard as usual.

"100,000 in the dense forest, come as promised, and wait for good news. Murong Zihua finished reading silently, the corners of his mouth rose slightly into a perfect arc, and then he threw the notes and small bamboo tubes into the stove, quietly watching them burn and burn out. He got up and went to the window, looking at the blue and vast sky, no wind, no birds, no clouds, the air was full of cold and dry breath, and the sky and the earth were all white, and after looking at it for a long time, he even felt suffocated. Since he came to the Evergreen Palace, every minute and every second, he didn't dare to relax for half a minute; every moment of solitude in the dead of night, Concubine Zhen's advice would always come to his heart again and again, and he never dared to forget that although that person was his blood relative, he abandoned the sworn enemy who deceived and used his mother and destroyed his mother's entire clan with his own hands. This hatred and hatred have been deeply rooted in the bone marrow for so many years, and it cannot be eliminated. From the first time he saw that person, he had not hesitated, not even a trace of trance, but because of this, Murong Zihua sometimes even felt a trace of fear-

He was about to kill his father.

Great rebellion, killing the father.

Fujian, Aoyuan, Tianzhang Temple.

Chu Lingtie's face was blue, fiddling with the residue left after decoction of the medicine, the huge dormitory was full of unpleasant smell of medicine and a smell of dampness and heat and even rancidity, Fujian in May was already quite hot, especially at noon, if there was no ice in the house, I am afraid it would not be able to stay behind. But at this moment, not only is there no ice in the dormitory, but all the windows need to be closed according to Chu Ling's requirements, and this room is like a sealed can, and the people inside are about to be rancid.

According to the etiquette of the bride of the royal family of Fujian, Yang Ying wore a set of gold-saving emerald peony ornaments and a "hundred gauze skirt" with a white background and red. Of course, the so-called hundred yarns do not mean that there are really a hundred layers of yarn, but the best light gauze material is selected, the bottom layer is red, the upper color gradually becomes lighter, the outermost layer is light white and transparent, and each layer is embroidered with gold and silver threads in different positions, dozens of layers are worn on the body, but there is no sense of bloat, only feel noble and moving, between actions, it is even more glorious. But in this stuffy room, the maid dressed in five or six layers of yarn still felt stuffy, and from time to time secretly wiped the fine beads of sweat on her forehead and chest, but Yang Ying still served by the side of the dragon couch from morning to night, except for serving medicine and water to wipe the sweat of King Min, she was almost always kneeling.

"Go ahead, kid. Even if it is the third princess herself, she doesn't have to serve Lonely like this. King Min said lightly, his eyes were like spring water about to dry up, and he looked blankly at the layers of curtains on top of the bed.

"Even if the father-in-law is sick, it is natural for the daughter-in-law to serve the sick. Yang Sakura has the honor to do filial piety for the princess, which is Yang Sakura's blessing. Yang Ying's voice was not loud, but firm and calm, she turned her face to look at Chu Ling, and smiled at King Min: "With Mr. Chu here, the king will soon be fine, at that time the princess was so seriously injured, Mr. only acupuncture a few times, used a pair of medicines, and it will be fine." ”

King Min turned his face slightly, looked at this gentle and lovely girl, and tried his best to squeeze out a smile: "Good boy, you are right, it will be fine." ”

"When the Jing guards find Concubine Zhen back, the king will get better faster. Yang Ying stretched out her hand to probe the back of King Min's hand, it was still cold, she had served this old man for a few days, and he was kind to her, and he didn't even scold her after the wedding ceremony when he found out that she was not a princess. Yang Ying's heart was sour, but she still had a smile on her face: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is about to come to serve the sick, Yang Ying will go out and have a look." ”

With that, she slowly got up and walked out of the dormitory. The long tail of her skirt brushed the steps, fluttering lightly, as if her heart had been hanging in the air, nervous and uneasy.

"Why hasn't Prince Min come to serve the sick for a few days, is this person the king's own son!" Yang Ying anxiously took Long Wan's hand, and the two walked to a secluded place under a tree outside the dormitory, "My own father has been poisoned and seriously ill, Mr. Chu said, I can only do my best, and I can't guarantee anything." He is both the crown prince and the only son of the king, and no one is in Aoyuan, what are he busy with......"

"Lord Zhao warned us to be careful when he left yesterday, saying that he originally tried to marry the princess of the mountain clan, but failed, and now the dog jumped over the wall in a hurry and did everything. ”

"Since the king has made him the crown prince, what else is there to worry about-" Yang Ying didn't speak, but when she raised her eyes and saw Murong Jing's vigorous figure walking over, she couldn't help but blush, so she turned her face to the side.

"Miss Long, how is the king today?" Murong Jing approached the two of them, and did not look at Yang Ying, but just hugged Long Wan slightly.

"It's not improving. Long Wan shook her head, seeing that Murong Jing's face darkened, she said: "Fortunately, there is no sign of deterioration, Mr. Chu said, now this medicine can suppress the toxicity for the time being, and it will not flow into the heart." ”

A cold light flashed in Murong Jing's eyes, and he gritted his teeth in a low voice and said, "Who the hell is it, who dares to harm the king!"

"You ......" Yang Ying plucked up her courage on the side, and finally said: "You are looking for Concubine Zhenniang, do you have any news?"

"Not yet. Murong Jing finally glanced at Yang Ying at this moment, paused for a moment, and said: "You wear red and green for your princess every day, and serve soup medicine, tea and water in front of the king, I don't know, I think you are the concubine brought by your princess, and the two county lords who live in the palace are probably idle people." ”

This was just when Yang Ying's sore spot was spoken, her face turned from red to white for a while, and then from white to red, and finally bit her lower lip and endured it, and said weakly: "You can say anything to me, but you have promised me......"

Before Yang Ying finished speaking, Murong Jing had already walked towards the dormitory with his sleeves brushed up, looking at his back as he left angrily, the tears in her eyes immediately rolled down, "Sister Long, do you think I'm a lowly woman......?"

Long Wan sighed silently and shook Yang Ying's hand, "You have to ask me this question every day. Yang Ying, if you care about His Royal Highness Murong San, you should be determined, as long as you can achieve great things for His Highness, you can naturally get what you want, but if you are sad every day for Murong Jing's words that scolded you that day, then you really have to think about it, who is the person you care about in your heart?"

"In the end...... Who is it?" Yang Ying's tears were still hanging on her cheeks, her red lips were bitten out of a blood mark, and she looked at the door of the dormitory in a bit of a panic, thinking of Murong Jing's face full of anger, and suddenly became chaotic.