"Your Majesty, have I done something wrong again?" Xie Yanhe wrung her fingers, realizing that she seemed to have done a disservice, and she blinked her eyes extremely innocently.

"You!" Wei Zhao tapped Xie Yanhe's forehead, which was as white as jade, and reprimanded: "I told you that the situation above the court is treacherous, like your inner house methods, which make people laugh in vain. ”

Xie Yanhe was reprimanded by Wei Zhao several times, and her ears were about to swell, and she retorted unconvinced: "Then Your Majesty, you pretend to be seriously injured and do not heal, are you smarter than me?" ”

Wei Zhao chuckled, his cold ink eyes rubbed a little warm color, he touched Xie Yan and his soft heart, and said in a joking voice: "Naturally not smart enough, even sleep can recognize me." ”

Xie Yanhe didn't think Wei Zhao was praising her, her eyelashes fluttered, and she looked extremely well-behaved: "Your Majesty, can't you tell me if you have any plans, so that I won't make jokes." ”

Wei Zhao raised his arm and glanced at Xie Yanhe slowly: "I want to change my clothes, are you sure you want to be here?" ”

Xie Yanhe's face turned red.

Kong Siquan has been trying to reduce his presence. Although he had long seen His Majesty's love for the county lord of Yonghe, the dignified son of heaven was commensurate with "you and me" in front of the county lord of Yonghe, and Kong Siquan's heart was still turbulent.

Hearing His Majesty's words, Kong Siquan, who lowered his eyebrows, hurriedly stepped forward.

Although Xie Yanhe was not happy that Wei Zhao avoided talking about it, but his face was too thin, Wei Zhao said this, she was a woman who had not left the pavilion, where was she embarrassed to stay and watch the man change clothes, so she could only hide behind the screen with shame and anger.

After the county lord of Yonghe withdrew, Kong Siquan bowed his waist slightly, and came to the dragon couch with low eyebrows: "Your Majesty." ”

Wei Zhao sat on the edge of the bed and raised his arms slightly.

Although the man was injured, his sharpened facial features were cold and resolute, his cold eyebrows and tight lips could not see a trace of fragility, his back was straight, his arms were tense, and his figure was full of silent oppression.

Kong Siquan calmed down, carefully avoided the wounds on Wei Zhao's body, and by the time he helped Wei Zhao change his bedclothes, he was already sweating all over his face.

He held the old clothes that Wei Zhao had changed in his arms, hurriedly threw them into the copper basin, raised his sleeves to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and went to bring the clean bedclothes.

Wei Zhao raised his arm, and when Kong Siquan approached, his thick eyebrows raised.

Kong Siquan is not good-looking, he can serve in front of the emperor, and even fight against Feng Hui, relying not only on his personal ability, but also on his ability to observe words and feelings.

Although Wei Zhao only moved his eyebrows, Kong Siquan didn't need the emperor's orders, and he already understood it.

He secretly glanced at the twelve folding screens of the red sandalwood carved dragon hair gold that separated the bedroom from the inner hall, and after quietly retracting his gaze, Kong Siquan moved his lips silently: "Your Majesty? ”

Wei Zhao's gaze fell on a yellow-flowered rosewood hollow carved cloud dragon pattern in the inner room.

Seeing this, Kong Siquan hurriedly lightened his pace, trotted to the desk to get a pen and paper, and respectfully handed it to Wei Zhao.

Xie Yanhe hid behind the screen, only to hear a sound of rustling in the inner room, and waited for a long time, but Wei Zhao didn't see her call her in.

"Your Majesty, have you changed your bedclothes?" The girl's sweet voice has a hint of glutinous aftertaste, like a yellow warbler singing on the branches.

In the inner room, after hearing the question of the county lord of Yonghe, Kong Siquan was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe, he stared at His Majesty today's pen and snake with good eyes, until the emperor finished writing the last word, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you want to see me change my clothes?" Wei Zhao put away the pen and ink and said in a mocking voice. Sure enough, there was no sound behind the screen.

Kong Siquan quickly cleaned up the scene, he blew out the bright yellow holy decree, hid it in his sleeve, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he trotted all the way to invite the county lord of Yonghe to come in.

As soon as Xie Yanhe walked to the side of the dragon's bed, he smelled a very shallow and shallow fragrance of pen and ink. She looked at Wei Zhao's face suspiciously.

I saw that the man's eyes were slightly closed, his inky black eyelashes were covered under the eyelids with a faint blue shadow, his handsome face was slightly tired, and even the bridge of his tall nose was covered with a thin layer of sweat, which showed that he was tired when he had just changed clothes back and forth.

Xie Yanhe felt guilty for a while, if it weren't for her own cleverness, Wei Zhao wouldn't have to change her clothes in order to hide people's eyes. He was injured and weak, and it was not surprising that it took him a little longer to change his clothes, so how could he doubt him!

"Your Majesty, do you feel unwell?" Xie Yanhe's peach blossom eyes were filled with tears, and the scent of pen and ink that aroused her suspicion had long been left behind by her.

At this moment, the girl's clear eyes were full of Wei Zhao's figure, and her beautiful and dusty face was full of worry and self-blame.

When Wei Zhao heard this, he gently stroked his eyelids, he pulled his lips, and comforted Xie Yanhe with a smile: "Sleep, don't worry, I'm fine." It's just that Wei Zhao's deep voice is a little weaker than usual, and it is not difficult to hear that he is struggling to support himself.

Xie Yanhe was almost overwhelmed by guilt, she couldn't help but fall to Wei Zhao's knees, her eyes were dyed with tears, and she said with a choked voice: "It's all my ignorance......"

Xie Yanhe didn't know that Kong Siquan had already taken advantage of the situation to withdraw from the inner hall when she blamed herself, and ran outside the hall to call Yin Yuanzheng.

Along the way, Kong Si wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with palpitations. With His Majesty's mind, he completely played with the county lord of Yonghe in applause, and the poor county lord of Yonghe was deceived to death by His Majesty.

Even Kong Siquan didn't know whether to envy the good life of the county lord of Yonghe or to sigh for her.

"I'm not as fragile as you think." Wei Zhao gently comforted the little girl on his lap, and rubbed his warm palm against Xie Yanhe's back.

The more Wei Zhao said this, the more sad and self-blaming Xie Yanhe became, especially after seeing the blood stains leaking out of the man's abdomen, Xie Yanhe's heart ached.

Her fingers trembled and stroked Wei Zhao's wound, and her glutinous tone carried a hint of sobbing: "Did Your Majesty touch the wound when he changed clothes, is it very painful......

After Kong Siquan told His Majesty to wake up, Yin Yuan was hurriedly carrying the medicine box on his back, and the sixty-year-old man almost trotted all the way into the inner hall. But he never thought that after bypassing the screen, what he saw would be such an ambiguous situation.

I saw that His Majesty was wearing a moon-white bedgown with a slightly loose neckline, revealing his strong chest. Some of the long hair was tied up with a green hosta, and the rest of the hair was scattered on the broad shoulders, and the long ends of the hair hung down on the chest, and the whole person was filled with a lazy smell.

Even His Majesty's usual majestic and cold face was thus added with a wisp of warmth, and his cold eyebrows were dyed with a hint of charm.

And the county lord of Yonghe is lying on the lap of His Majesty today, and his slender fingers are resting on His Majesty's lower abdomen through a layer of bedclothes.

The hairpin she used to tie her hair fell somewhere. Three thousand green silks slipped from the weak shoulders, entangled with His Majesty's hair, and could not distinguish each other.

The county lord of Yonghe seemed to be a little sad, and at this moment His Majesty was coaxing her.

The handsome and handsome man's eyes drooped slightly, and his fingers gently rubbed the girl's slender jade back, and the tenderness and pampering in his ink eyes could be felt even by an outsider like Yin Yuanzheng. It's just that men have a bit of restraint and self-control in their eyes and movements.

Such a picture is called beautiful, but Yin Yuanzheng was scared into a cold sweat.

Wei Zhao's ear is very powerful, and he noticed it the moment Yin Juanbai stepped into the inner hall.

At this moment, looking at the gray-bearded old man with a slight gaffe, he was finally willing to separate a look from Xie Yanhe. The man's sharp gaze was cold to the bone, and the warning in it was self-evident.

Yin Yuan was about to say hello to the emperor, but when he saw this, his voice suddenly stuck in his throat.

In the forty years he has been on duty in the Tai Hospital, Yin Yuan has not seen the private affairs in the palace, but now His Majesty has an entanglement with a woman who has been divorced by His Royal Highness the Prince, and it is still appalling to spread it.

After Wei Zhao warned Yin Juanbai, he quickly withdrew his gaze. His gentle gaze was all glued to the girl on his knees, and he coaxed softly: "Sleep well, if you blow it, it won't hurt." ”

Xie Yanhe, who was still immersed in self-blame and sadness, didn't know that Wei Zhao had quietly dug a trap for her.

Although Xie Yanhe knew that Wei Zhao was just comforting herself, she still pursed her lips and kissed the wound on the man's abdomen lightly in Wei Zhao's shocked eyes.

The girl's delicate red lips were like butterflies gathering their wings in the palm, and the numb and itchy feeling spread down the wound to Wei Zhao's limbs, he tensed his muscles in an instant, and the blood all over his body swelled, all rushing towards the "indescribable place".

Wei Zhao's forehead was already covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, and he now knew what it meant to "lift a stone and shoot himself in the foot"!

"Your Majesty, doesn't it hurt?" Xie Yanhe's voice had a crying tone in it, and she didn't miss the man's instantaneous stiff corpse.

The little girl who doesn't know how to please is completely crooked.

"Is the poison coming back again? Why are you so hard? Xie Yanhe raised his head anxiously, and a somewhat unfamiliar figure suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye.

Xie Yanhe couldn't help rubbing her eyes, she turned her head slightly, and after seeing Yin Juanbai, who appeared in the hall at some point, the girl's eyes suddenly widened, like a frightened cat that suddenly exploded.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty......" Xie Yanhe's fingers instantly tightened the hem of his skirt, and the whole person was so panicked that he lost his voice.

Yin Juanbai was even more embarrassed than the county lord of Yonghe.

The old man, who was over the age of six, stood tremblingly in the center of the inner sanctum, trying to control his trembling legs. During the period when the emperor persuaded the county lord of Yonghe, Yin Juanbai even thought about his future.