Ganquan Palace

Zhao Ji looked at the wound on Zhang Ji's hand, and there was no sharp color in the long and narrow phoenix eyes, but a little red and swollen, quite the color of a little daughter.

The imperial doctor checked the color and depth of the wound slightly, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said: "Empress Dowager Qiyu, fortunately, the sword blade is not poisoned. The wound did not hurt the muscles and bones, but only skin trauma, and there was no major problem. ”

The imperial doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, sent wound medicine to smear sword wounds, and some medicine to replenish qi and blood, and left Ganquan Palace.

I really can't help but feel that this imperial doctor is not nervous, although Xianyang Palace is still in the court, but the news that Chang Yu and his henchmen were imprisoned in Tingwei Prison and that Chang Yu's subordinates rebelled still spread out.

Moreover, the fact that Zhang Ji was considered a righteous son by Zhao Ji is also widely circulated.

In the face of such a favored minister and the Savior's minister, with Zhang Ji's status in the hearts of Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji, if something goes wrong during the healing, maybe this head will not be protected.

After the imperial doctor left, Zhao Ji also drove away the rest of the palace maids.

These palace maids of Ganquan Palace knew the relationship between Zhao Ji and Zhang Ji, closed their mouths and walked out of the inner hall silently, no one dared to say a word, only Liwu, who was born in the net, had the courage to look at the two of them more, pouted and left with the other palace maids.

Seeing that the palace maids were all gone, Zhao Ji no longer suppressed the emotions in her heart, and the crystal tears in her eyes crossed the pink and delicate cheeks and fell on the black and red phoenix robe.

Looking at the shocking wound in Zhang Ji's hand, Zhao Ji was a little afraid.

If Zhang Ji was half a step slower, the short sword would pierce his heart.

And if Chang Yu uses a little more force, maybe Zhang Ji's right hand will be wasted.

Of course, the fourth-level horizontal practice will not cripple Zhang Ji's right hand, even if this kind of problem really occurs, with the face of the Qin State and the Mo family, it is not difficult to ask the head of the doctor Nian Duan and the head of the Fang Technician to treat Zhang Ji.

It's just that only Zhang Ji himself knows these things, and Zhang Ji seems to have seen through the blame and fear in Zhao Ji's eyes, and gently wiped away the crystal tears of the red eyeshadow that dazzled the corners of his eyes.

"I said, don't be afraid, I'm here." The corners of Zhang Ji's mouth were slightly upturned, and he whispered a smile next to Zhao Ji's ear, with a bit of banter on his face, "Doesn't the queen mother believe my promise?" ”

That sound, accompanied by the somewhat burning breath slapping at the tip of her ear, made Zhao Ji feel a little soft in her delicate body, as if a slight electric current passed through her body.

At the same time, a dog's paw was dishonestly exploring Zhao Ji's waist.

Zhao Ji angrily slapped off the hand that was trying to climb to the top in vain, and gently held Zhang Ji's other hand, and said angrily: "My hands are hurt, and you are still so dishonest?" ”

"Isn't that fascinating?" Zhang Ji chuckled softly.

"Flim Flam."

Zhao Ji glanced at Zhang Ji, stretched out her slender jade onion finger, and poked at the center of Zhang Ji's eyebrows, pressing Zhang Ji directly on her phoenix couch. Although Zhao Ji said that she didn't believe it, that shallow smile exposed her true emotions in her heart.

However, Zhang Ji was really not coaxing Zhao Ji to be happy, but thought so from the bottom of his heart.

Today's Zhao Ji let him see a different side of this woman.

Graceful and luxurious, not angry and arrogant, generous, motherly in the world, not the "people who still want" who pesters Zhang Ji on weekdays.

Plus the blessing of that phoenix robe......

The Qin State is respected for black, so Yingzheng's royal robe is a Xuanyi robe, and the throne is also a thousand-year-old black Xuanyu. Although Zhao Ji's red phoenix robe on weekdays is extremely bright, showing grace and charm at the same time, this black and red phoenix robe is the real phoenix robe of the Empress Dowager of Great Qin.

Moreover, Zhao Ji, who is so motherly and graceful, always has a strong sense of contrast compared with the charming, enchanting, delicate and lovely Zhao Ji on weekdays.

Contrasts always bring a different kind of fun, even in later generations they are extremely popular, but they prefer the reversal of these two states.

Zhao Ji naturally noticed some changes in Zhang Ji and Zhang Ji's interest seemed to be particularly high today, but she didn't plan to let Zhang Ji succeed so quickly, but planned to catch Zhang Ji's appetite well.

"Don't make a fuss, take the medicine first, it's not good if there are any dark wounds left."

As he spoke, Zhao Ji looked at the medicine stone prescribed by the imperial doctor to Zhang Ji, reached out and stroked a few strands of hair at the sideburns, a pair of jade legs overlapped together, reading the doctor's instructions left by the imperial doctor.

Zhang Ji just lay on the phoenix couch, looking at the ceiling above his head, suddenly, accompanied by the slightest pain and itching, Zhang Ji felt a warm touch from the wound in his hand, and looked sideways to find that Zhao Ji was lowering his head and licking the wound with a little blood.

The blood stained the already bright red lips made it even more bewitching.

"Spitting (deliberately) helps with wound healing, which I heard from my mother when I was a child." Zhao Ji Zhao Ji's thin lips opened lightly, and her tone was flat but with unparalleled charm, which made Zhang Ji, who was lying beside her, a little fascinated, "Why are you disgusted?" ”

"How can you dislike it?"

Zhang Ji hurriedly comforted Zhao Ji: "How could I dislike my mother?" ”

Zhao Ji snorted a little reluctantly: "I think you just dislike it." ”

"How so?"

Zhang Ji turned sideways, stretched out his uninjured hand and hugged Zhao Ji towards him, imprinted on the delicate red lips stained with blood, greedily plundering, until Zhao Ji was out of breath, Zhang Ji let go of her.

Looking at Zhao Ji, who was panting, Zhang Ji pointed to his lips with a smile: "It's so delicious, the Queen Mother doesn't reward Weichen on weekdays." ”

Zhao Ji's white skin was as white as jade, and she quickly spread a layer of red glow, and stretched out her hand and pinched Zhang Ji's waist fiercely: "If you make a mistake again, you will get out of Ganquan Palace and go back to your mansion." ”

Zhang Ji was in pain and temporarily withdrew his dishonest dog paws, but as Zhao Ji smeared him with trauma medicine with a small shovel made of jasper, Zhang Ji still stretched out his guilty hand.

Zhang Ji knows that in this regard, when a woman says no, she often wants it.

Even if Zhao Ji knew that Zhang Ji was not honest, he was helpless to take him.

Could it be that you really want to drive him back to the mansion?

Then I don't know who will regret it.

As the last bit of trauma medicine was applied, Zhang Ji pulled Zhao Ji up with one hand amid Zhao Ji's exclamation.

"The queen mother treats the injuries of the ministers, and the ministers have nothing to repay."

"Today, the Queen Mother has a backlog of fire because of Chang Yu and other rebels, and the minister will treat the Queen Mother well to repay the Queen Mother's kindness!"

After that, Zhang Ji wanted to make a move, but was held down by Zhao Ji.

Ten fingers were slender, and a pair of jade hands pressed against Zhang Ji's chest, pressing him back again.

"Look at your beauty, are you repaying my kindness?"

Zhao Ji's autumn eyes, which were still full of sultry charm, suddenly frosted, turning into a frozen lake.

"The Queen Mother's ......"

Syllable!

As soon as Zhang Ji spoke, a crisp sound came from behind Zhang Ji.

He was beaten by Zhao Ji???

Zhang Ji's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhao Ji in a bit of confusion, not knowing what this woman was crazy about.

But the next moment, Zhang Ji understood.

Zhao Ji smiled softly, the corner of her mouth hooked up with two points of cunning, her fingers gently brushed the noble black and red phoenix robe on her body, the neckline of the phoenix robe was slightly opened by slender fingers, revealing a white and tender snow scene.

"Who asked you to call me the Empress Dowager, think clearly about what you should call me?"

"Queen Mother~"

"Today, you are very unbehaved, which makes the queen mother angry, how can you make the queen mother happy?"

"Son-in-law, this will make the queen mother angry."

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