On the one hand, he handed over the letters found from Yan Chengming's body that day to the secret guards, and asked them to investigate the matter of the second prince, on the other hand, there were constantly flying pigeons in the capital, and the news in the palace continued to spread to Zhuangshang.

Because of the injury on her body in the wind and twilight, she couldn't get out of bed, so she even took Ye Zhiwei to stay in the house for three days, but on the fourth day, she couldn't sit still anymore and clamored to go out to breathe.

This time, Feng Duhan didn't stop her, but handed her a secret letter from the capital.

Ye Zhiwei opened it and looked at it, and couldn't help but be stunned, only to see a line of small words written on it: Concubine Li is seriously ill.

"It's ......"

"It's time to let the King know." Feng Duhan said expressionlessly.

Was this a deliberate attempt to deal a heavy blow to the British King?

The villain in Ye Zhiwei's heart secretly stuck out her tongue, sorted out her clothes slightly, and sent two guards to follow her, went out, and went to the wing where the king lived temporarily.

Ye Zhiwei looked at the guards guarding the courtyard along the way, and asked the two people around her, "Why haven't I seen Chuan Ming and the others in the past few days." ”

She remembered that after Tsing Yi stayed in the north, Chuan Ming took over the position of the commander of the guards in the twilight and cold, but she didn't see him in the past few days, and she didn't see the secret guards who went to the snow mountain to rescue them that day.

"The master fined Lord Chuan Ming thirty military sticks, and he is still lying on the bed." A Guards said.

Ye Zhiwei was taken aback, "Why do you want to punish him?" ”

"The Lord is not good."

"Uh......" Ye Zhiwei choked for a while, thinking that it was because she was swept away by an avalanche in the snowy mountain that day, which made Feng Duhan angry.

There was no one to serve in the king's house, except for the Guards who would send people to deliver food and change medicines, and a military doctor in the village often came to visit, the rest of the time, the king stayed alone in the house.

There was a thick curtain on the door, and the guards on the side helped Ye Zhiwei to open the curtain, Ye Zhiwei lowered her head slightly and walked into the house.

The King of England was injured on his back, and he could only lie on the bed for the past few days, and occasionally got up and sat down when he felt depressed.

Hearing the sound of the curtain, he turned his head to this side, lightly supported the curtain with one hand, and walked in slowly.

Ye Zhiwei entered the room, first looked around, the furnishings in the room were very simple, no different from the room they lived in, except that there were a few books next to the king's bed, which he obviously asked the guards to find to pass the time.

"Why are you ......" The King was a little surprised, and sat up with difficulty.

Ye Zhiwei did not deliberately put on a cold face, but calmly sat on the chair, and the two guards guarded the door, not leaving an inch.

The King smiled slightly wryly, "You came behind his back?" ”

"Who?" Ye Zhiwei seemed puzzled, but soon she reacted and covered her mouth and chuckled, "So you mean him." ”

As everyone knows, her smile, in the eyes of the King of England, is like the morning sun jumping out of the vast smoke waves, and her eyes are full of her inadvertently revealing charming color.

"Isn't it? This king is now his prisoner, or is he asking you to convince this king? ”

Ye Zhiwei said helplessly: "His Royal Highness the King of England is thinking too much, he left you here just to recuperate from your injuries, it is cold outside, and you are injured now, even if you want to go back to Beijing, this journey is also a lot of hardship, it is better to take care of your body before leaving." ”

"Will he really let this king go?" The King of England seems to be unconvinced.

Ye Zhiwei nodded, "Actually, he left you here to save you." ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Ye Zhiwei took out the secret letter that Feng Duhan handed to her and handed it to the King of England, "This is the news from the secret guard from the capital, Your Highness, you can take a look for yourself." ”

The King of England took it, only glanced at it, and his face couldn't help but change greatly.

Ye Zhiwei looked at him calmly, "The emperor was held hostage on the way back to Beijing, there is no news so far, and the palace has not sent troops to rescue, the third prince has been seriously injured since returning to Beijing, and the second prince has been injured and participated in court politics with illness, the queen is behind him to assist, the Lu family is ready to move, Concubine Li suddenly fell ill yesterday and her life is in danger, all this, I believe I don't need to say it, Your Highness should be able to understand a few points, right?" ”

The King was silent, and the room was filled with an oppressive atmosphere.

The King of England grew up in the palace since he was a child, and he was used to the intrigues and intrigues in the palace, but it all happened too suddenly, and he was a little difficult to accept.

Suddenly, he raised his head, and his moonlight eyes shot out a sharp light, "He's lying to me!" ”

Ye Zhiwei looked at him calmly, with a slight hint of pity on her face, "Why did he lie to you." ”

The King's lips twitched a few times, indeed, the Wind Twilight Cold, whom he knew, had never disdained to use such means, and he could not imagine any benefit to himself in using such methods.

"I'm just here to relay the news to you, believe it or not, it's up to you."

"He asked you to come?"

"Yes."

The king sat up straight, the wound on his back suddenly stretched, and he gasped in pain, "What do you mean...... The queen wants to seize the palace with the second prince? ”

Ye Zhiwei raised her eyebrows, "It's hard to say." ”

The King of England stared at her for a moment, as if he wanted to see her through, "Can you help this king pass the letter out?" ”

"Yes." Ye Zhiwei thought about it and nodded.

The king's eyes seemed to waver, "He is so relieved of you?" ”

Ye Zhiwei smiled faintly, "Husband and wife are one body, if he refuses to believe me, how can my heart fall on him." ”

"But what if the king wants you to deliver the message to him?"

"At least you don't now." Ye Zhiwei tilted her head and thought: "That day in the crypt, I heard the conversation between you and Yan Chengming, no matter how you choose in the future, I just want to repay your favor that day." ”

The king's breathing suddenly increased, and his face suddenly turned bloody, "Wei'er...... Before this king...... Have you ever done anything wrong......"

Ye Zhiwei got up slowly, she had already done the errand entrusted to her by Feng Duhan, and there was no reason to stay here, hearing the king of England say this, she couldn't help but sink her eyes, "Maybe...... It was you who owed me in your previous life. ”

The King of England looked at her fixedly, and if there were outsiders present at this time, he would definitely think that this Mrs. Hou was joking, but looking at her dark and shining eyes, the King of England had to believe that this was her sincere words from the bottom of her heart.

Ye Zhiwei stood there, watching the king write the letter and hand it to her.

The moment he turned to go out, the king suddenly said, "If he loses you one day, you can come to this king, and this king will definitely protect you and repay what he owed you in his previous life." ”

Ye Zhiwei didn't expect him to say such a thing, and her face showed surprise.

I don't know if it's her delusion, she feels that the King of England seems to have changed a little compared to his previous life.

But she only hesitated for a moment, the guards outside the door had lifted the curtain, and she bowed her head and went out of the room, leaving the King alone in his chair, his body trembling despite the pain of a laceration wound in his back, and his face could not hide the sadness and loss.