Li Siyuan covered his forehead and sat by the window.

I thought that the private interview of Weifu was very safe, so the imperial doctor did not follow him, and could only be dealt with quickly by the secret guards.

The wound was inevitably oozing blood and tingling, which made him gasp frequently.

There were some subtle differences in the expressions of the people in the carriage, Yi Shu was really worried, and his whole mind fell on the emperor, while Shen Qingjun lowered his eyes and hid the schadenfreude in his eyes in the depths.

It's funny, she can make the emperor suffer such a loss, she thought to herself, it's a pity to die.

Wei Qing glanced at Shen Qingjun, patted the other party's arm lightly, and hinted at her with a lip shape: Aren't you afraid that he will react and blame you for not pulling him?

Shen Qingjun glanced at the other party, and the smile in his eyes flashed, as if he thought of something, but he didn't speak.

At this time, Yi Shu, who had been concerned about the emperor, suddenly remembered something, turned his head to Shen Qingjun and said, "Medicine!" ”

Wei Qing also remembered that her friend was behind the door, and there was always no shortage of high-quality gold sore medicine when she went out, so she also pulled her sleeve to remind her.

Shen Qingjun narrowed his eyes.

In fact, the bottle of medicine had already trembled from her cuffs to her palm, but her Shen family's injury medicine was very expensive, in addition to dispelling inflammation and detoxification, the pain-relieving effect was also very good, and now she had to use it for the emperor, so she had to knock something to make it up.

She didn't pay attention to Yi Shu, only opened the curtain to take a look at the situation outside, and found that standing outside the window was the old department of the palace transferred from the General's Mansion, and saw the guards not far away escorting the girl who was regarded as an assassin to go back.

So he rolled his eyes, whispered a few words to the guards guarding outside, stopped the escort, and then slowly took out the wound medicine bottle under the attention of everyone in the carriage.

The emperor also heard Fang Cai Yishu's words, and saw her talking to the guards, but he couldn't hear what he said, and he was so slow and methodical, he felt a little angry in his heart, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Shen Qingjun: "Your Majesty, does it hurt?" ”

She asked, even giving him a shallow smile.

Li Siyuan suddenly said stupidly.

"Qingqing doesn't have to worry!" He reached out and grabbed the other party's soft, obviously excited because he was cared for by the other party for the first time.

Shen Qingjun resisted the urge to break him away, and his voice was almost inaudible: "This medicine can relieve pain." ”

Li Siyuan nodded like pounding garlic.

"By the way," she seemed to think of something, "I heard that the girl just now was almost betrayed, so she almost injured her master, and I think that there are a lot of people in my lord, and I will not bother with her, so I should have let people go, right?" ”

Before the emperor could refute, Wei Qing let out a surprised "ah", and praised him: "Ye is really a ...... O Lord! ”

Li Siyuan suddenly had some difficulty riding a tiger.

"That's not good," Shen Qingjun pretended to be anxious and said: "I just watched that woman, her bones are still good, and she originally wanted to be put into my palace to sweep." ”

Yi Shu next to her frowned, and instantly realized that Shen Qingjun just wanted to make some trouble for the emperor, but the wound medicine was still in her hand right now, and this matter had no effect on her, so she didn't interject.

Li Siyuan glanced at Shen Qingjun, gritted his teeth, and shouted outside.

Changfang then walked over from the front and listened to the emperor's orders.

Wei Qing, who was sure that Shen Qingjun would not make trouble again, glanced at her: Are you satisfied now?

Shen Qingjun raised his eyebrows: Thank you for your cooperation.

Yi Shu caught a glimpse of her eyes after taking the medicine, the hand holding the medicine bottle clenched slightly, and said in his heart: Demon girl.

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There are two flowers, one on each branch.

While Li Siyuan and the concubines were traveling in micro-suits, Zhao Xueji, who was in a low position, did not have such a great blessing to be able to follow the holy car, and routinely followed the queen to greet the queen mother, and then there was nothing to do.

In fact, she has just become an emperor's talent, she is still full of youth about her identity, she has never slept in bed, nor has she met her "husband" for the second time, and she is confused about how to deal with herself.

The scenery of the Imperial Garden is not bad, the season is still in spring, the sun is shining, all kinds of flowers are blooming just right, and the fish and birds reflect each other, and they are full of vitality.

During the period of the show girl, the aunt was strict, and she couldn't come here to visit, and on the eve of the palace election, her eyes were full of nervousness, and she didn't have the strength to enjoy such a beautiful scenery.

Clusters of flowers and trees are scattered and orderly, no matter from which angle you look at them, there is no flaw - as early as the dawn of the day, there are countless palace people counting the flowers one by one, cutting almost all the flaws, and filling the original vacancy with the flowers brought in from outside the palace;

Countless palace people were like worker bees, lying on the ground in the night before dawn, not sparing a single bit, even the inconspicuous rotten leaves under the cover of the grass were also harvested, and the emperor's imperial garden was built to perfection.

Compared with the autumn days when the leaves fall all the time—the seasons when the dead branches and leaves are left behind, and the literati passing through here don't need to be taken care of too much, the palace people are always more tired every spring—for the sake of the masters to have a good mood at a glance and the flawless spring color.

There is always something hidden behind the beauty, and most of the people in the know are forgetful, just like behind the prosperity of the Li dynasty, there are countless dry bones and blood buried in the previous dynasty 50 years ago.

Of course, Zhao Xueji didn't think about so many things, she just walked on the stone road of the Imperial Garden as a child who didn't know anything.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of flower drums, accompanied by a soft and delicate voice, which diffused in the fragrance of flowers.

There was no definite direction, and Zhao Xueji unconsciously followed the not-so-loud music to the Hundred Opera Tower located at the back of the Imperial Garden.

The drama is not such a noble master, not to mention that on the royal territory, even ordinary palace maids can become girls who ordinary people rush to marry when they leave the palace, so in addition to those slaves who have been punished by mistake, how many glamorous corners can afford these ninth-rate beauties?

Therefore, Baixilou, which is barely next to the second floor, is rarely visited, and even the place has no sunlight all day long, and the warmth of early spring seems to have abandoned this place, and it is so secluded that it is frightening.

Just as Zhao Xueji walked into the place where she could get a glimpse of the true appearance of Baixilou, the song that seduced her all the way stopped, and for a while, the cool breeze of early spring swept by, and with the surrounding green tiles and red walls, there was a bit of a gloomy feeling.

As soon as Zhao Xueji came back to her senses, she saw Yingchun, the maid behind her who was also subconsciously close to her because of fear, although Yingchun's body was a little shrunk by the cool wind, but her face was still full of worry about her master.

The sudden sound of footsteps from the rear dispelled Zhao Xueji's desire to comfort Yingchun, and the two girls hurriedly turned around and hid in the bamboo forest behind them.

The dark red door of the Baixilou slowly opened, revealing a teenager who was struggling to push the door behind the door.

Seeing that the crack in the door was able to accommodate access, the young man still did not stop his movements, until half of the door had been completely pushed open, the young man retreated into the door, took out the sweat towel in his arms and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and tidied up his clothes a little before stepping out.

The young man's face was immature, with a little baby fat, and he was dressed in a navy blue cotton shirt, wide and ill-fitting, which was the most common low-class clothing in the palace, but this one was already a little old and washed white.

But before he could take a few steps in his "open" outfit, several teenagers his age ran over and surrounded him.