Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 72 The Sick Crown Prince (28)

After he was the only one left in the room, Xie Huaiyu put the map on the desk, and looked towards the direction of the palace through the curtains not far away with his eyes as deep as a deep pool.

The cool moonlight envelops the slender man lightly, and his long eyelashes are dotted with faint silver, drawing a shadow under the eye socket.Then he outlined his clean side face, from the forehead to the beautiful neckline, and finally blended into the jade-like white robe.

Xie Huaiyu habitually wanted to touch the beads on his wrist, but after throwing them away, he remembered that the beads were being worn by another person, and his lips were slightly hooked.

Emotions flashed in his eyes.

Judging from the news from the secret guard, the mother should have chosen to confront him head-on.

He knew what his mother was doing.

He doesn't blame his mother, but he refuses to give up.

He knows better than anyone else what a serious crime and difficulty it is to secretly send an imperial husband and deposed prince out of the palace.

But no one understood better than him that if he watched her in prison while he stood by, he would miss the whole world.

Cen Cen, just wait a little longer.

Right away, we'll see each other again.

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For several days, Ming Cen felt that something was wrong with him.

Although the pain was blocked, the weakness caused by the poison still seriously affected Mingcen's spirit.

Baishisan occasionally caused symptoms such as headache, dizziness, and hemoptysis during the suppression period, and recently these symptoms appeared more and more frequently.

Ming Cen's face was a little pale, and the wet hair on her forehead was wet with cold sweat. She slowly got up from the bed, and looked into the hall with piercing eyes.

The cold and clean palace was silent, the censer was burning, and a faint fragrance rose up, like a hazy veil, and then disappeared.

Ming Cen frowned, and got out of bed in his outer clothes.

In the past few days, she has been taking medicine on time, and she has never used any overly stimulating food, so there is no reason for frequent discomfort.

In this hall...something must have lured the poison on her body.

The mortal enemy who knew that she had been hit by Baishisan, besides His Majesty, was the second princess who sent someone to stab her at night.

His Majesty would not use such a stupid method to kill her. If she died in Yongcheng Palace during her confinement, His Majesty would be the first to be suspected.

So...it's time for the second princess, Minfu.

Ming Cen fixed his eyes on the incense burner, and asked: "Xiaoyi, is there something in this incense that can induce Baishi to scatter?"

Xiao Yi checked it and replied: "No."

Ming Cen was puzzled: "Is it not in the incense burner... or in those meals?"

Xiaoyi denied it again: "Not really."

Ming Cen: "Could it be... that the recent frequent poisoning is really my own fault?"

Xiao Yi: "...Don't you think the wood used to build this Yongcheng Palace is a bit different?"

Ming Cen's pupils trembled slightly and he looked around at the inner pillars in the hall: "The wood... seems to be dark."

"This is Xuanmu. Its woody fragrance is the culprit that induces the poison in your body. Although it is not fatal, it can torment you a little...so you should not trust your mother too much."

Ming Cen came closer and looked at the dark wood inner pillar, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's quite miserable."

If there is a problem with the incense and food, she can ask for a replacement.

But can she report to another dormitory for confinement?

Ming Cen smiled wryly.

Ginger is really old and spicy.

In order to minimize the number of poisonous attacks, Mingcen had no choice but to endure the cold and stay outside the hospital every day, including snowy days.

Although it was effective, the number of times she caught wind and cold increased greatly.

To be able to live, really exhausted physically and mentally.

Ming Cen sometimes thinks, since the task of this life has been completed, and the soul in the Buddhist beads has been taken back by Xiaoyi, it doesn't matter if she dies.

You don't have to suffer from the onset of Baishisan, you don't have to endure the discomfort of wind and cold, you don't have to be cold in the hands and feet in winter, and you can't sleep at night.

But whenever she had the idea of ​​letting go, the image of that person always appeared in her mind.

The way he feeds her sweets.

The way he carefully held her hand.

His cheeks were reddish and he kissed her jerkyly.

And... I saw him and himself living in Moxi in a dream.

Every time at this time, the medicine bottle that was thrown away returned to her hand again, making Xiao Yi unable to say anything when he took her soul out.

In the end, he took the medicine obediently and tried every means to save his life.

Although Ming Cen hasn't been able to meet him once since he was grounded, she knows it.

He gave up power and disobeyed the family, but never gave up on her.

...she couldn't do such a selfish act.

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Today, Ming Cen was still walking in the outer courtyard.

As he approached the palace gate, Ming Cen heard commotion outside the gate.

"It's not good, it's not good!! It's out of the water!!"

"Quick, hurry up!!"

"Hurry up and get the water, and go to Fenghe Palace to put out the fire!"

Ming Cen suddenly trembled, tiptoed, and flew up the palace wall to look in the direction of Fenghe Palace.

Sure enough, I saw the billowing smoke and fire.

Heart beating like beating.

The imperial guards guarding outside the palace gate saw Ming Cen standing on the wall, and said tightly: "Princess, please go back to the palace. Your Majesty has ordered that you are not allowed to step out of Yongcheng Palace during the confinement period."

Ming Cen glanced sideways at the guards surrounding him, and leaned over to the ground.

"Your Highness, please go back, otherwise don't blame your subordinates for being rude!"

When the imperial guards saw that Ming Cen ignored their warning and jumped over the wall, they all drew their swords and surrounded her, trying to force the girl to retreat.

Ming Cen went forward, exerting force suddenly, using force in his legs, knocking down the soldier who was walking in front, and grabbed the sword in her hand with his left hand.

The frail girl held a sword in her left hand, and her black hair, which was not pulled up by the jade hairpin, was blown by the cold wind. Her expression was calm, and her lips parted slightly: "Get out of the way."

A contemptuous laugh sounded.

"Sister, are you in a hurry?"

The imperial guards surrounding Ming Cen backed away, taking the initiative to give way.

Mingfu approached the girl holding the sword slowly, she was dressed in red like fire, her beautiful face was full of sarcasm.

Ming Cen raised his eyes and looked at her, without any emotion in his eyes.

"Mother, Your Majesty ordered me to supervise the elder sister Chujun... Oh, it's Her Royal Highness who grounded her feet. If you dare to step out of this palace gate, you will be disobeying the order, and the person who supervises you will be punished on the spot!"

"Get out of the way." Ming Cen repeated expressionlessly, the fingertips holding the sword turned slightly white.

Ming Fu raised her eyebrows, stepped back, and the imperial guards who followed her immediately stepped forward to surround Ming Cen.

"Big sister knows that Fenghe Palace is on fire, and wants to go to His Royal Highness?"

Seeing that Ming Cen's eyes turned cold in an instant, Ming Fu's mood was even more cheerful: "Don't be afraid, the emperor moved to Wanhe Palace this morning, and Fenghe Palace has long been empty."

Ming Cen stared slightly, and suddenly understood.

"You should worry about yourself, the protagonist of today's scene...but you, eldest sister..."

How much price did she pay to wait for this day?
As long as Ming Cen takes one step out of Yongcheng Palace, the imperial army behind her will be able to kill the deposed prince openly!
Thinking of this, Ming Fu subconsciously looked up at Ming Cen, wanting to appreciate her panicked look.

Unexpectedly startled.

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