Feng Ying's appearance of not eating oil and salt made Xie Yanhe's patience run out.

She sneered, pulled out the golden hairpin in her backhand, and aimed her sharp hairpin at her white, slender swan neck, and a pair of peach blossom eyes like a cold star flashing in the sky: "Gonggong Feng, please help me out, I ask to see Your Majesty." ”

Xie Yanhe's arm holding the golden hairpin looked very steady.

Feng Ying was so frightened that her knees weakened and she almost knelt on the ground.

"County, county lord, don't be ......impulsive," Feng Ying said with a worried face.

Xie Yanhe was unmoved, and had no intention of taking the golden hairpin off.

Bean-sized beads of sweat flowed down Feng Ying's head all the way to his eyes. The salty liquid stimulated his eyes, Feng Ying blinked vigorously, and knelt directly on the ground: "County master, you can spare the minions." The slave just borrowed courage from the sky, and he didn't dare to let you enter the temple......"

Xie Yanhe didn't seem to hear Feng Ying's pleading, her lips without a trace of blood hooked, her eyes drooped slightly, and she said in an indifferent tone: "Father-in-law Feng, I'll count to three!" 1.2......"

"County lord, county lord......" Feng Ying stood up with a rolling hand, and he said with a bitter face: "The slave is afraid of you, and the slave will let people report it......"

Xie Yan didn't accept the golden hairpin in his hand, but only slightly unloaded the strength on her arm, and she said with a smile: "I counted to fifty." ”

Feng Ying was in a cold sweat, he squeezed out a smile at Xie Yanhe very reluctantly, and then beckoned to the little eunuch in front of the palace gate, and said in a voice that Xie Yanhe could hear: "Go and ask Supervisor Kong to come out, just say that I have something important to discuss." ”

The little eunuch answered the call and left.

The guards guarding the door pushed the door open a crack, and the little eunuch dodged in.

Xie Yanhe only saw the bright lights in the hall flashing, and when he wanted to take a closer look, the door of the hall had already been closed.

This time, Feng Ying didn't play tricks. After only a while, Kong Siquan came out of the Qianyuan Palace.

Seeing Xie Yanhe, Kong Siquan was taken aback, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "Slave Kong Siquan, please say hello to the county lord." ”

"No courtesy." Xie Yanhe put away the golden hairpin he was holding.

Kong Siquan was confused, and while secretly glancing at Feng Ying, he smiled flatteringly: "County Lord, why did you alarm you." ”

"Supervisor Kong, I want to see Your Majesty." Xie Yan and his long eyelashes lifted slightly, and his peach blossom eyes were cold.

Kong Siquan was stunned, and after facing Feng Ying's bitter face, he knew that the county lord of Yonghe was not so easy to deal with.

"This minion can't be the master......"

Although Kong Siquan always looks like a yin and yang weird look to the minister, because he was raised by Emperor Jianyuan, he is really "anxious about what Emperor Jianyuan is anxious about and wants to think about Emperor Jianyuan".

When facing the county lord of Yonghe, Kong Siquan was not only many times more respectful than the courtiers, but also far more flattering than Feng Hui and Feng Ying, the "father and son".

"County master, the slave will find you a dormitory first, you can rest first......"

"Supervisor Kong." Xie Yanhe's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he directly interrupted him: "If I don't see Your Majesty, I won't leave." ”

"This ......" Kong Siquan looked embarrassed.

Only Kong Siquan knew that the arrow shot by the assassin at His Majesty, although it did not hurt His Majesty's vital point, the tip of the arrow was quenched with poison, and His Majesty was in a daze at this moment. Yin Yuanzheng and they are still considering the prescription for detoxification.

Kong Siquan just wanted to report to the county lord of Yonghe, but he couldn't find anyone.

For such a big thing, where does he dare to be good at such a big thing, a former supervisor of the palace? !

But looking at the cold and snowy expression of the county lord of Yonghe, Kong Siquan gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind: "County lord, can you take a step to speak?" ”

Xie Yanhe bowed slightly: "Okay." ”

Kong Siquan hurriedly took the county lord of Yonghe to the corner some distance from this side and led it.

Xie Yanhe followed unhurriedly, only she knew how vain her steps were at the moment, as if the next moment, she would fall uncontrollably.

When Kong Siquan stopped his body, Xie Yanhe's footsteps paused slightly, and his sweet voice unconsciously brought a trace of trill: "Supervisor Kong has something to say." ”

Being able to keep several of Wei Zhao's henchmen out together shows that the gaffe is more serious than she imagined.

He...... Are you okay?

Xie Yanhe pinched her palm hard, and the place where her nails were broken once again drenched red blood beads, thanks to this sharp tingling sensation, she was able to maintain a clear mind.

"County master, it's not a slave who won't inform you. It's Your Majesty, Your Majesty, he ......" Kong Siquan was vague and slurred.

Xie Yanhe's figure shook suddenly, and in Kong Siquan's worried gaze, she barely bent her lips, and her voice was so soft that it seemed to be blown away by the night wind.

"Supervisor Kong, you let me, let me enter the hall. All I have to do is take a look......"

Xie Yanhe's fingers couldn't help but cover the trembling cherry lips. A teardrop slid down her long, soft eyes like snowy cheeks, like falling red and wilted, with a silent poignantness.

Even Kong Siquan, a physically disabled person, had a temporary loss of consciousness under Xie Yanhe's tears.

Such a beautiful woman is difficult for even a rootless person to resist, and it is not surprising that His Majesty the Wise and Martial will move his mortal heart.

"Supervisor Kong, help me!" Xie Yanhe knelt on the ground. Her face was like snow in winter, terrifyingly white.

Kong Siquan was frightened by Xie Yanhe's sudden trouble, he hurriedly avoided it, and didn't dare to help, so he could only kneel and plead guilty: "County master, how dare the slave accept your courtesy, the slave is afraid of losing his life!" ”

Xie Yanhe just wept quietly and didn't say a word.

Kong Siquan hurriedly raised his sleeve and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, he finally knew what Feng Ying's eyes just now meant. It is clearly to let him ask for more blessings. ，

This kid is too inauthentic! Kong Siquan gritted his teeth with hatred, and actually threw the hot potato of the county lord of Yonghe to himself. Feng Ying is not benevolent, so don't blame yourself for being unjust!

Kong Siquan was thinking about how to stumble Feng Ying in the future, and on the other hand, he pleaded and flattered: "County Lord, get up quickly." Won't the minions let you in! ”

Isn't it just a meal? It will always be fine for ten days and a half months. If you offend the county lord of Yonghe, when His Majesty wakes up, he will never be spared.

"Is what Supervisor Kong said true?" Xie Yanhe instantly collected her tears, and her inquiring gaze fell on Kong Siquan's body, as if she was thinking about whether he was lying to herself.

"Slave swear, slave swear, can't you swear?" Kong Siquan was really scared, he silently raised his finger, and said helplessly: "County Lord, you should believe it now, right?" ”

Xie Yanhe stood up silently from the white marble floor tiles.

Kong Siquan hurriedly helped her, and his always gloomy face suddenly showed a relieved smile. But because of his weird appearance, laughing is more crazy than not laughing.

But in Xie Yanhe's eyes, Kong Siquan is much more pleasing to the eye than the handsome Feng Ying.

"Supervisor Kong, don't worry, in front of Your Majesty, I will definitely speak well for you." Xie Yan achieved his goal, and his pink cherry lips couldn't help but show a sincere smile, which could be regarded as a reassuring pill for Kong Siquan.

Kong Siquan nodded with a wry smile. There are many people, where does he dare to tell the county lord of Yonghe that His Majesty is not yet sober.

"Open the door." Kong Siquan walked to the door of the hall and instructed the guards guarding the door.

"Yes!" The guards commanded. The door of the Qianyuan Hall finally slowly opened in front of Xie Yanhe's eyes.

Xie Yan and a beating heart were about to jump out of her chest, her palms were sticky and greasy, I don't know if it was sweat or blood from the wound.

"County Lord, please." Kong Siquan bowed towards Xie Yanhe.

The spell on his body was broken in an instant, Xie Yanhe calmed down, and his fingers couldn't help but caress his sore left chest.

She took a deep breath and stepped into the hall with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The gold bricks in the Qianyuan hall are paved, the white jade is the pillar, the dragon and phoenix bronze candlestick on the hall is lit with the candle with the thickness of the arm, and the whole hall is reflected as bright as day.

The chamberlains and palace maids stood on both sides of the hall with bated breath, and when they saw the county lord of Yonghe who suddenly entered the hall, they did not raise their heads, which shows how strict the rules in the hall are.

"County Lord, please." Kong Siquan personally lifted one bead curtain after another for Xie Yanhe.

In the pantry attached to the main hall, Yin Yuan of the Tai Hospital was discussing something with the two Tai Doctors in a whisper.

Picking up the tea to moisten his throat, the corner of Yin Yuanzheng's eyes inadvertently swept to the county lord of Yonghe who passed by them, and he was stunned.

Seeing this, Kong Siquan secretly handed Yin Yuanzheng and the others a warning look, only then did he withdraw his gaze and cautiously lead the way in front.

Xie Yanhe's whole mind was focused on the emperor in the dormitory, and he didn't pay attention to the eyebrows and eyes of Kong Siquan and the others.

Like a wandering spirit, she followed behind Kong Siquan and walked in the direction of Wei Zhao's dormitory. This way, which is usually only a hundred steps away, now makes Xie Yanhe feel extremely long. Finally, Xie Yanhe's feet stepped into the inner hall.

Turning the twelve folding screens of red sandalwood carved dragon hair gold in "The Eternal Solidity of the Rivers and Mountains", in front of you is the dormitory where Wei Zhao lives every day.

The light of the dormitory is slightly dim, and the dragon bed is covered tightly by the red sandalwood hollow carved wooden bedspread, and the three-sided screen bed circumference representing the "three provinces and my body" on three sides and the bright yellow bed curtain embroidered with dragon patterns cover the whole bed tightly.

The movement inside is impossible to detect.

Kong Siquan finally sent the Bodhisattva of Yonghe County Lord here, he bowed to Xie Yanhe very worriedly, glanced at the inner attendant of the dormitory, and retreated silently with people.

In the blink of an eye, only Xie Yan and one person were left in the slightly empty dormitory.

really came here, but Xie Yanhe didn't dare to step forward, as if behind the bed curtain was a bloodthirsty beast, once she lifted the curtain, there would be no bones left.

Xie Yanhe stood stiffly a few steps away from Wei Zhao.

At some point, a series of tears rolled down her eyes, blurring a shallow puddle of water at her feet, and smearing the whole piece of woven and embroidered on the ground with the ornament of "Bamboo Creek Banquet" and the golden and ethereal blue damp red.

Xie Yanhe bit his lips hard, and the pearl-like white teeth tore a small hole in the delicate lip flap. It wasn't until she tasted the salty taste of blood between her lips and teeth that she made up her mind and walked to Wei Zhao's bed with difficulty......