In the election office, the doctor found by Qiongyu County Shou was bandaging Jimo Qing and others.

"How's Qinghe?"

The auditor walked in through the door.

The doctor quickly got up.

"Back to the king, Lord Zuo Xiang is no longer in the way, but in three or five days, it must be fine."

It's not a big injury. The county guard was in a hurry to find himself, and thought that something happened to his life, and the doctor thought in his heart, but he was fortunate to be able to see the king in person, it was really a blessing for three lives, and he really had to show off with his neighbors when he went back.

"Then you go down." The auditor nodded.

"Yes."

The salary did not let Qiongyu County guard block the news that he came to Qiongyu, the monarch came in person, it was an exciting thing, presumably this matter, it would not take half a day to spread throughout Qiongyu from the mouth of the people from all walks of life, and now Qiongyu has just gained a little vitality, there is the lord of Haotian to come here, plus the folk believe in the gods and Buddhas, the monarch is glorious, when it can shade this place, return to glory,

"The king is bothered."

Jimo Qinghe stood up and said.

Ji Xin glanced at his gauze-wrapped hand.

"Qinghe is responsible for the injuries suffered by this king, and this king must be responsible."

The gentleness in the eyes of Moqing and even more,

"Then, thank you for the king's care."

Ji Salary and Ji Mo Qing and not in the royal capital, except for military affairs, most of the affairs are mostly handled by Futu, just the day after the two left, Fu Tu began to implement the policy of restricting business with the salary consultation, Fu Tu did not directly control the business with great fanfare, and started from a small and micro point, slowly Tuzhi, so there was no substantial panic in Haotian.

Zhao Wen had earlier instructed Zhao Wen not to enter the palace from time to time to return the news, Zhao Wen felt that it was very boring in the Ruilian Hall, and heard that the guests in the hall talked about that there was a temple on Yuxia Mountain in the west of the royal capital, and it was very good to ask for marriage, so he got up to ask for a marriage.

Qionglian wakes up from a dream and the flowers are about to fall, there is no son's heart here, the iron hooves are immediately blowing, and no one in the world knows you.

The people of this market are praised by the left minister, but he has a little style, the corners of Zhaowen's mouth raised a slight smile, if it is said to be love, this Haotian woman has no yearning for Jimo Qinghe and whom, but Zhaowen feels that she has a love for Jimo Qinghe, in addition to admiration, there is gratitude and long-term longing, this extra part, let her feel that her love is different from everyone else.

It was a secret memory that belonged to her.

Zhao Wen originally wanted to invite Yuan Shui to go with him, but when he went to her room, he realized that she was not there, so Zhao Wen had to invite the coachman to go alone, and there were many pilgrims on Yuxia Mountain, and there was an endless stream.

"Miss, it's here."

More than a dozen maidservants lined up to escort a long sedan chair to stop outside the temple gate, the scene was very huge, Zhaowen stood on the periphery and pouted.

"Which lady is this, traveling so exaggeratedly." Zhao Wen muttered in his heart.

Stretching out an arm from the sedan chair, the maid saw this and hurriedly went to help, the person in the sedan chair slowly showed his face, his face was like a delicate flower, and some men in the surrounding crowd whispered, and the woman seemed to be quite satisfied with the onlookers caused by it, and the smile was a little proud.

Zhao Wen's face sank.

"Kong Shiqian?"

Don't think much about it at the moment, immediately turn around and hurriedly walk to the temple, if you meet it at this time, you will definitely not be able to get any good fruit to eat.

In order not to meet Kong Shiqian, Zhaowen did not stay in the outer hall, but went to the backyard of the temple, and wanted to wait for Kong Shiqian to go out again, but when he was wandering in the backyard, he heard the woman's laughter outside a side room, Zhaowen looked through the crack in the bed, and it was Kong Shiqian and her maidservant.

Zhao Wen frowned and wanted to walk away, but stopped because he heard a person's name.

"Miss, you are so beautiful, how could that Jimo Lord not bow down under your pomegranate skirt."

The handmaid complimented.

Kong Shiqian laughed twice, picked up the bronze mirror at hand and took a photo, very happy.

"When I go back, let my father invite him to the house, and I will definitely make him fall in love with me when the time comes, those who are the first piano and the first dancer are all lowly people, how can they be worthy of Qinghe Gongzi."

"That's what Miss said." The servant girl smiled flatteringly.

Zhao Wen's eyes outside the window became cold, this woman.

"Miss, I'll ask the back kitchen if your food is ready."

The maid bowed down and retreated, Zhao Wen saw the maid come out and quickly dodged and hid in the corner, and Kong Shiqian in the room was alone and picked up the bronze mirror to look at her appearance.

Zhao Wen came to the crack of the window again, quietly stretched out his finger and flicked it a few times in the room, and warned her to act like water, as long as the poison is not ruthless this time and no one finds out, this hundred flowers are scattered, it will only make people feel weak and nauseous and dizzy, which can be regarded as a small punishment for her.

Zhao Wen hurriedly walked back after the poison, but when he walked to the atrium, he couldn't avoid colliding with a woman, Zhao Wen looked up and just wanted to complain, and when he saw Kong Shiqian's maid who came back from the back kitchen, he didn't frown and got up to leave.

The maid felt puzzled, but she didn't think much about it, and raised her legs and walked to Kong Shiqian's room.

"Miss, why did you fall asleep on the table?"