Chapter 52 Loosening and Instigating

The weather is slowly getting cooler. has been in the palace for almost two months, since Murong Zhi's birthday, Qing Ruifan and her talk broke down, Murong Zhi has never been out of the courtyard once, and she doesn't know what she is doing in the house every day. Yunshuang also dutifully guarded the door, only Lixia brought food in every day, and then brought it out after half an hour. The people below were curious every day, but no one asked. Their queens have their own affairs, and they have no right to interfere.

"Master, are you alright?" Yun Shuang was not relieved that Murong Zhi was in that small house, but she was not allowed to enter at all. Murong Zhi locked himself in and gave the order that no one should be allowed to approach.

Of course, she knew how heart-wrenching Murong Zhi was inside, rolling around, her voice was suppressed, and her breathing was heavy, but her fragility, even in front of them, was rarely exposed, how could she be allowed in. The Peak of a Thousand Buildings has not yet been found, and time is getting less and less, and it should be anxious.

Murong Zhi had been in pain for more than ten years before, but there was no news about the Peak of the Thousand Floors at that time, so she could only survive it strongly, but now that she has eyebrows, she should look for it, and when she waits for the results, every pain she suffers magnificently, doubles, and becomes a scar and shackle on everyone's hearts, even if it is for her, she must speed up her pace, but the vicious circle makes Liulizhuang's losses increase year by year, it doesn't matter, as long as it is for her, anything is fine.

The existence of Liulizhuang is only for one person, and there is nothing else.

"Also...... OK. Murong Zhi was now clutching the corner of the table tightly, kneeling on the hard bluestone ground with one leg, her originally well-cultivated and rounded nails were clutching fiercely on the solid wood table, and the sharp corner of the table entered her palm, bringing pain. But this dull pain did not make her sober up a little, but more clearly felt the abusive power in her body, tearing her heart and lungs, as if the bones in her body were broken up in an instant, and then taken back by a doctor who was not proficient in learning, and then scattered, and then taken back. The pain was not fatal, but it was so intense and dense that she unconsciously remembered the training she had done many years ago. saw Chu Zhaonan vaguely in front of him, and then he could only laugh at himself.

Although Chu Zhaonan said that he also came over, after all, it was the residence of the concubine, how could he enter as a courtier? Even if he could enter, he could only be worried when he saw her like this, so why bother? The pain can never be shared, and only oneself can feel what kind of blood and marrow is removed, and others are irreplaceable. And why do you make the person you like suffer as much as her?

Today's pain seems to be worse than last time. She herself knew why, but the reason certainly couldn't be said. If Hu Yue knew, she would have to scold her. That's why Murong Zhi wanted someone to drag Hu Yue. Although she knew that he was kind, she didn't want to hear it at all.

The sun was slowly setting. Lixia brought a bowl of porridge, which was as thin as water. The meal she sent in the morning didn't move at all, and Yunshuang shook her head helplessly like her after watching it for a long time, and then asked her to make more gruel. If it's just water, I'm afraid that her body can't stand it. But she didn't drink it again, and it took several tries to become like this. There are only a few grains of rice in the bowl with a red background, and the clear soup is so watery that people have no appetite at first glance. Glancing at each other, Yunshuang took the plate. She had practiced martial arts, even if Murong Zhi didn't react and pounced on her, she could give her room to retreat.

"Master." A day has passed, Yunshuang has not come in once, and now she is stunned for a moment when she sees the empty bed. The room was very messy, clothes, cloths, tablecloths, and chairs were all placed horizontally. The silk was torn, and the spots were covered with red marks, I don't know if it was blood or what. Looking at the entire room, Murong Zhi was not there at all.

"Master?" Yunshuang gently placed the porridge in the corner of the fairly clean table, brushing away the messy broken and lumpy Zhijin, which was as expensive as ordinary linen in front of the two of them. The patent leather of the table does not look like it has been worn off, but rather it looks like it has been scratched out with hard force. She slowly stepped on her embroidered shoes and approached the bed. This is the Imperial Palace, and the space for activities is limited, so it is impossible for Murong Zhi to go to other places if she is so uncomfortable.

The bed in this one was not large, and there was a narrow open space from the wall, which was originally for clothes, but it was as if it had been robbed. Yun Shuang walked over, lifted off those clothes, and walked to the back, Murong Zhi curled up, her face was pale, a dagger was inserted in her thigh, the dark yellow handle was exposed, and red blood splashed up, inexplicably with a peacock green vision. She seemed to be asleep, her brows locked, her lips blackened, and she looked very unstable in her sleep.

It's a pity that Yunshuang can't call a doctor now. No matter who comes over, Murong Zhi has no value in staying in the palace, and it is not a good thing for the Queen Mother to know. The mother of the country is not in good health, doesn't this give others a chance to do what she does? Besides, Murong Zhi would rather harm herself than call someone, even Yunshuang, so Yunshuang has no reason to call someone else. Be vigilant and indispensable.

Anyway, she is also trained, and it takes time to react after staying in the palace for a long time, but the next action is to pull out her knife, and take the Zhijin next to her to press to stop the bleeding. Although it was rough, the huge pain successfully woke Murong Zhi up. She let out a low "hmm", but didn't open her eyes, just groped and asked, "Yunshuang?"

Yun Shuang listened to her tremolo voice, her heart breathed a sigh of relief, and she calmly accentuated her strength, and her voice was calm: "Yes, master." It's evening, it's time to eat. "If she didn't have to, she wouldn't pretend to be anything with Murong Zhi, the most beautiful thing between them was truth. She gently planned to lift Zhijin to see the injury, but Murong Zhi accurately grabbed her hand and shook her head gently.

Murong Zhi didn't mean to get up, and Yun Shuang didn't speak again, but the strength of her hand gradually lightened. She didn't know when Murong Zhi would move her hand, but judging from the speed at which the blood clotted and the blood she pulled out when she had just drawn the knife, it should have been an hour. It's unitary time (five to seven p.m.), and it's supposed to be the Shen time (three to five p.m.). Compared with the previous time, the time is a little less, but it is a bit too much to force her to choose self-harm again.

Murong Zhi was in pain for many years, and she didn't even have time to look out the window, when she heard Yunshuang say that it was evening, she smiled shallowly, and the arc of ridicule was obvious, the nails on her hands were trimmed very short, first, it was useless to enter the palace, and second, Yunshuang was really afraid that she would do something again. Murong Zhi is sometimes very worried, because she can't bear to be extreme when she can't bear it.

"I ...... Don't want to eat. Murong Zhi opened her mouth to breathe, and finally calmed down her breath, and her mouth was full of pain. She felt like her throat was about to burn, and every word she said was like a fire.

"Master, you haven't eaten properly for two days." Yunshuang hugged her body, sweating and I felt pity. It's just that she can't say anything, because Murong Zhi never listens to even a word about the pain of her body. The day of entering the palace is slowly moving forward, and only Murong Zhi knows what changes he has experienced, even Yunshuang, and he rarely asks.

The best care is not to ask everything clearly, to control and understand, and to know each other well can also be close to the deepest distance.

"Yunshuang, over there...... Let him come back. The blood and pain on her body were taken away by time, Murong Zhi loosened her clenched hand, and the green tendons disappeared little by little, still as white as there was no blood, but her voice also had a little strength.

She took Huyue, arranged the Midyear Festival banquet, deliberately took the risk to use that medicine, and now she is dying of pain, no matter which section it is, she doesn't want him to know. Huyue was sometimes even more noisy than Chu Zhaonan, and she knew Chu Zhaonan's kind of family's concern, but as soon as Huyue's anxiety like Chu Zhaonan appeared, Murong Zhi felt a headache.

Her relationship with Huyue is not as good as Huyue imagined.

"Good. I'll give the order right away. Feeling the weight of her hand, Yunshuang frowned and transferred most of her weight to herself, helping her to her feet, and calmly responding. Huyue is not a fool, he can drag it out until now and not come back, but Yunshuang has another step of understanding of his patience.

A house on the outskirts of Beijing.

"Okay?" Hu Yue sat in the main hall sweating, grabbed a light-colored brocade in her hand, her sideburns were soaked, sticking to his face like glue, her face was like a crown of jade, and the black was too conspicuous. His breath was unusually unstable, and his chest rose and fell, like a volcano that had just erupted. In front of him stood a man dressed in night clothes.

"The people over there have stepped down, so we can go back." There was a hint of anger in the man's voice, and Hu Yue just raised her peach blossom eyes to glance at it, and then lowered her head and touched the brocade silently. The wound in his heart was faintly cracked again.

Qianjige and Liulizhuang will always be the relationship between debtors and creditors.

Long ago. When there was still such a branch as "Qianji" in Liulizhuang, everyone relied on it to provide information and routes, but I don't know when, the sudden mutiny made Gu Huai panic, but it was only in a blink of an eye. Under the iron-blooded wrist, the "Thousand Machines" disappeared, but because it was an internal organ after all, there was nothing to publicize it. The defector still uses the name of "Thousand Machines" openly, and Gu Huai also put down Thousand Machines because of other things, and slowly became like this.

Hu Yue was still young, but after all, he slowly understood the cause and effect of the incident, and as a soft healer, he still had that pimple in his heart. Although Liulizhuang is still as prosperous as it seems, what Huyue can see is that the young owner of the village was resented by the people in the entire village because of the matter of Qianji. It wasn't long, but the young owner tortured himself for almost a month. It's obviously not her fault, it's obviously not her at all......

"Let's go back then." Let's go back. The oath he once made is still ringing in his ears, and he still has no eyebrows at all about what he wants to accomplish. Although Hu Yue is a child, he is also sincere.

"How's the owner?" Chu Zhaonan couldn't enter the palace at will, even if he wanted to see Murong Zhi, there was nothing he could do. Just a daily routine to ask him to keep up well. Murong Zhi has been reported that there has been neither wind and rain nor sunshine in the past two days, and this normalcy makes him feel very relieved. It's just that I don't know when this guy will like to write and draw, and he always nests in the study and doesn't come out.

Get an affirmative answer from your subordinates. Chu Zhaonan sighed and slowly returned to his dark room. If Murong Zhi's physical condition allows, then he can be fully healed soon after obtaining the Peak of a Thousand Floors. At that time, if I asked her to marry, it would inevitably have unexpected effects. But before that, he had to plan what kind of wedding he wanted to give her.

He rarely reveals his heart to anyone. Everyone in Liulizhuang understands even if he doesn't say it, but the rest of the people are simply unnecessary. Many times can be understood, and people who understand can never be compared with ordinary people.

"Imperial sister-in-law!" Murong Zhi had just been helped up by Yunshuang, washed her body, and sat up right in her chair to bandage her wounds, when she ushered in an exclamation.

Qing Ruiyang had just rushed over from Lin'an City today, and he subconsciously wanted to meet Murong Zhi. When he first came in earlier, he was stopped at the door, and the sharp sound of porcelain cracking in the room made him feel bad, and he was finally allowed to come in, but it was all the beginning of the lantern.

"The prince is in a hurry to find me, is there something wrong?" Murong Zhi's voice remained as calm as possible, the fists under Chang Guang's sleeves tightened and loosened, and his face was still tired.

Qing Ruiyang saw that her face was still pale, and he still felt uneasy in his heart, but he couldn't ask.

He had seen her at the Midyear Festival banquet with a silent and peaceful expression like a lamp, indifferent and quiet, like jade, but lonely.

He had seen her admiring the lotus flowers on the edge of the imperial garden, her eyebrows were calm and elegant, like a fairy in the stamen, but she could not be seen from a distance, but she could not be alienated and cold in front of her.

He had seen that every time she meditated, every look and glance back was a sharp arrow. All the meetings were not superficial, and all the words wanted him to ask for more.

Perhaps for men, women are inherently vassals. As long as you are good enough, you can meet equally excellent women, and the choice at that time is all up to you, breast and fat buttocks or willow eyebrows and bee waist, as long as you want, there is nothing you can't get.

Rights can be exchanged for many things, including love.

Qing Ruiyang's first half of his life can be regarded as wandering around, but he has never seen such a kind of neither humble nor arrogant.

"Nope. The younger brother is presumptuous. Thinking about it, he really didn't have any big deals, but as he bent down, his face flushed, and he could only droop his eyelids. How would he explain his impulse? It's like a sudden torrent in the wind.

"In this way, if the prince is fine, you can go to the Queen Mother to have a look. The queen mother has just passed because of Futian, and she must want to see the prince. Murong Zhi was clearly driving people, and the corners of her eyebrows became a little more vivid because of speculation. The inexplicable brilliance was reflected in Qing Ruiyang's eyes, although he was dissatisfied with her expulsion, but he was still relieved after all.

He's not stupid, he doesn't know Murong Zhi's identity, but as far as he is concerned, he has the right and money, can't he tolerate admiration? Murong Zhi, he, different fat fans and statuses stacked different ideas and sadness, he couldn't see her considerations, and she couldn't tell her thoughts.

Obviously, everyone has the same nose, eyes, and eyebrows, but the inner thoughts are dirty and gorgeous, crazy and bland. The skin is the same, but the sincerity is never seen. Then who can tell who is afraid of whose promises, and who believes whose lies?

"Yes, my brother." Qing Ruiyang didn't push much, stood up and walked neatly. Yunshuang's eyes wandered, but she finally followed. Lixia silently made up for Murong Zhi's side. This alley is deep, and you still have to be accompanied.