"You don't even know when you got hurt?" Zhao Yichen's tone was a little angry.

Song Zhi couldn't think of how to explain to Zhao Yichen, he couldn't say that Helan Mansion sent someone to assassinate him, so according to his character, maybe he would think that he was secretly colluding with the people in Helan Mansion. At this juncture of the war, it is better not to provoke him.

"I don't know." Song Zhihan smiled.

Zhao Yichen bounced up from the bed, Song Zhi subconsciously thought that Zhao Yichen was going to torture her, and immediately knelt on the ground, bowed his head and pleaded, "Back to Your Majesty, the concubine really doesn't know what injuries she suffered, please don't use whips." ”

Zhao Yichen was a little stunned, he didn't expect to cause so much harm to Song Zhi.

He just enjoyed shattering Song Zhi's coldness, enjoying picking off the moon hanging high in the sky with his own hands, and then stepping into the mud fiercely.

He looked at Song Zhi begging for mercy in front of him, feeling a little guilty, "I don't have a whip at hand, a wide coat." ”

"Wide clothes?" Song Zhi was a little scared, but as she read more books, she gradually understood that etiquette, righteousness and shame were not the ones who were disgusted with the world and indulged in love before.

"You're wearing clothes, how do you take the medicine?"

"I can do it myself, I really can't, it's okay to call Qingyue to come, so I won't bother Your Majesty to do it."

"It seems that you really have to use a whip to be obedient."

"I ..... I.. Just take it off. ”

Song Zhi unbuttoned his shirt with some twists, so he was a little slow.

Seeing that Song Zhi was slow, Zhao Yichen pulled her hand over her unbuttoning shirt and quickly dispersed for her.

He carefully looked at the wound on Song Zhi's lower abdomen, but fortunately, there were middle clothes and obscene clothes to block it, and the injury was not deep.

Zhao Yichen lifted Song Zhi's dirty clothes and inadvertently touched Song Zhi's skin, and the slight coolness made Song Zhi hide back.

"What are you messing around?" Zhao Yichen pressed his other hand against the bedpost behind Song Zhi, blocking Song Zhi's way back.

The distance between the two was closer than before, and the breath that Zhao Yichen exhaled while speaking mixed with ambergris permeated into Song Zhi's snort, and she found for the first time that ambergris was a little seductive.

Song Zhi had no experience in men and women, and gave Zhao Yichen the first time, but that feeling did not linger on her, but left some not very good impressions, and she was a little resistant to this matter.

In order to alleviate this atmosphere, Song Zhi drilled out from under Zhao Yichen's arm, "The concubine is going to get medicine." ”

Seeing Song Zhi who fled in the wilderness, Zhao Yichen was a little embarrassed.

Although he is the Ninth Five-Year Honor, he doesn't have much experience in that aspect, and although there are two concubines in the harem, he has only favored Song Zhi.

He took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed.

After a while, Song Zhi brought a large box of large and small medicine bottles from the outer hall.

"Are you not well? How can there be so many medicines? As soon as Zhao Yichen spoke, he suddenly reacted, and it seemed that this medicine was prepared because he often injured her.

"This..."Song Zhi was speechless for a while, and he didn't know how to answer.

Not wanting to continue the topic at hand, Zhao Yichen took out a bottle of familiar medicine from the medicine box, "This is the gold sore medicine I gave you, right?" How is it useless? ”

Song Zhi held the medicine box and knelt in front of Zhao Yichen, "The concubine has no blessings, and the medicine of the imperial doctor is enough." ”

Zhao Yichen didn't say a word, opened the lid of the medicine, dipped a little in it with his hand, pulled Song Zhi up, and wiped it on her wound.

"I have given it to you, and you can afford it."

The brown medicine is a little greasy, and it is a little cool when applied to the wound, which makes the wound crack a little painful and itchy.

Song Zhi thought that Zhao Yichen had finished taking the medicine and put on his middle clothes.

"I didn't mean to do it that day."

Zhao Yichen rubbed the medicine bottle, and his words were full of apologies.

Obviously, he felt guilty, but he still spoke in a domineering tone, and he didn't even want to be inferior to others when he asked for peace.

At this time, Zhao Yichen did not see the anger of the emperor at all, he put the dignity of the emperor behind his mind, and apologized to the person in front of him who was once regarded as a slave.

In fact, Song Zhi thought that Zhao Yichen had no need to do this at all, whether she was injured or abused, she was already numb, and she didn't know when she started.

Maybe it's behind that peony, or maybe it's after that scorpion chamber.

She gradually understood the importance of power in this city, the man in front of her could decide something, and killing a person was as simple as killing an ant all the time.

Now that she has broken with Helan Zhuo, she has no backer behind her, and she has no use value for anyone, she is just surviving in this palace with a fluke mentality.

Faced with Zhao Yichen's sudden apology, Song Zhi didn't want to accept it.

Although she said that she wanted to save Zhao Yichen, it seemed to be out of pity for Zhao Yichen, and it did not mean that she forgave Zhao Yichen.

Song Zhi didn't pick up the stubble, but just silently put away the medicine bottle.

Silence again.

Xu felt a little embarrassed, and Zhao Yichen was not too embarrassed to continue to stay in the Yilan Palace, he put the medicine bottle into Song Zhi's medicine box again, and left a little apologetically.

After Zhao Yichen left, Song Zhi took out the gold sore medicine, put it with the blue hairpin, and wrapped it in a red cloth.

In the second year of Tianzhen, the ninth day of the fourth month.

Jiangcheng returned to Jinzhou, and the military reported that Zhou Wenzhi had quelled the civil strife, and he accidentally learned that the Jinzhou army intended to march farther and sent people to intercept it.

It is true that as Zhao Yichen expected, although Zhou Wenzhi asked Jinzhou for help, he did not have the heart to surrender to sincerity, and before Qiming's march, he deliberately avoided Qiu Jue and summoned Qiming alone.

"Your trip to Jingnan, first, to aid Zhou Wenzhi, but don't waste our army's military strength too much, and second, to be wary of Zhou Wenzhi, in case he turns against water halfway."

"Your Majesty, the minister thinks that Jingnan and Hunan are both on the Yangtze River, and Zhou Wenzhi has been mediating with Zhang Zongping for a long time, and most of the military strength is tired at this time, so it is better to start from the waterway."

"This proposal is very good, you take all the way by land first, and then secretly send a team to ambush on the waterway, don't tell Qiu Jue about this matter for the time being, and wait until Zhou Wenzhi really has the heart to try to stop it, and then inform this matter."

"Obey."

At the end of April, Qiming and Qiu Jue led the land and water routes to advance simultaneously, and a total of hundreds of ships were confiscated.

"Well done!" Zhao Yichen carefully read the military newspaper, and a sunny smile appeared on his face.

Seeing that Zhao Yichen was so happy, Qin Nei also laughed with him.

"It's been a long time since the old slave has seen His Majesty so happy." There were some tears in the corners of Qin's eyes.

"Reward! I want to be rewarded! Feng Qiming is the envoy of the festival, rewarding Qiu Jue a thousand taels of gold, and then rewarding Qiu Ming, feeling that his godson is well-organized, and sealing his youngest son Qiu Yu as a shell. ”

"Ridiculous! It's ridiculous!! ”

A few families are happy and a few are sad, the Autumn Mansion is lit up for a while, but no one asks in front of the Helan Mansion.