Zhao Shu returned to Beijing with Leng Rushuang, and he didn't say a word to Zhao Yuanhe.

He left Mu Chen and more than a dozen guards for the purpose of escorting him to Luzhou.

Although Mu Chen is his lieutenant, he is very strong in both martial arts and strategy. The reason why he followed him with all his heart was also because of the grace of saving his life at the beginning.

Leaving him to do things, Zhao Shu is still relieved.

On the way back, Zhao Shu couldn't hurry too fast in order to take care of Leng Rushuang.

He brought with him all the battle-hardened strong soldiers who followed him, and it was nothing to travel for a few days in a row. Leng Rushuang is just a delicate girl, and she has to think about her body.

Originally, it only took seven or eight days to travel for more than ten days before returning to Kyoto.

Kyoto City is bustling.

Leng Rushuang poked his head out, yawned and said, "I haven't been back for a month, how come there are more people in Kyoto?" ”

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival." Zhao Shu rode his horse and said lightly.

Leng Rushuang sighed softly and said with a smile: "Lonely people, I don't remember this." The weather is really nice today. When I got home, I made some dough cakes myself, and the prince tasted them together. ”

"Enter the palace with this king first." Zhao Shu was not interested in the cakes.

Leng Rushuang said: "According to the custom, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there will be a banquet in the royal palace, do you need to enter the palace in such a hurry?" ”

"The emperor is sick, will there be a banquet?"

"It's just acacia, how many sick ...... can there be" Leng Rushuang disagreed.

But after all, the emperor has a noble status, maybe people are in a bad mood, so they just refuse to do it.

I can't say for sure.

Anyway, she is a little common man, and the emperor is sick, so she has to hurry into the palace to see the emperor.

The carriage walked for a while, and Zhao Shu spoke: "It's evening, if it's too late, this king will send you home to make dough cakes." ”

Leng Rushuang smiled: "Do it or not, what's the matter." It's just that the prince has been away from Beijing for more than a month, and the princess in the palace is probably worried and anxious. On this first Mid-Autumn Festival night, I always have to spend it with others. ”

Zhao Shu did not speak.

Cold as frost and boring, it fell silent.

She didn't think much of the acacia incense, and felt that Concubine Jin was dead, so this incense was naturally useless. Why do you have to bring her back to the doctor?

However, when she met the emperor, she realized that she was wrong.

The emperor was lying in bed, very sick, coughing from time to time, and he was a little unconscious.

The queen sat on the edge of the bed, and several imperial doctors stood around.

"Mother, mother!" Liu Dequan ran in and said with surprise on his face, "His Royal Highness King Qin is here with Miss Leng!" ”

Yun Dai turned her head sharply and saw Zhao Shu walking in.

Against the light, there was almost a layer of light around him.

Zhao Shu saluted, his voice low, "The minister is late to come back." ”

Yun Dai saw that there was a blue color in his eyes, and he was obviously tired from running around.

Before leaving, he said that he would bring people back within a month.

And he did what he said, and it didn't even take him a month.

Seeing that Zhao Yuanjing's illness was getting worse and worse, Yun Dai was also anxious.

Fortunately, he still came back.

Leng Rushuang followed in, knelt down and saluted: "The folk girl is as cold as frost, I have seen the queen mother." ”

"Miss Leng, please get up." Yun Dai hurriedly stepped forward and personally helped her up, looking a little excited, "Miss Leng doesn't know, this palace has been looking forward to you, and I have dreamed that I want you to come back sooner." ”

It's a little embarrassing to be cold as frost.

To be honest, with her ability, if she really wants to leave, Zhao Yuanhe may not be able to stay.

Maybe in her bones, she just doesn't want to care about it? Degree of literature