Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

The small black-covered carriage was driving back according to the predetermined distance, and before reaching the door of the house, Imperial Doctor Zhou woke up.

When he reached the door, Imperial Physician Zhou got out of the carriage by himself, let the people who followed along the way show their approval, and lowered the curtain to make the carriage turn around.

Doctor Zhou staggered back to the room and lay down on the bed.

After a while, the half-deaf old servant at home came. Physician Zhou was about to gesture for him to go down, when suddenly a familiar voice sounded.

Doctor Zhou, how are you?

Physician Zhou straightened up suddenly, You? Yang Hui?

The old servant nodded, I'm afraid something will happen to you, so come and have a look. You're asleep in your own room, don't worry. It's just that there are too many people following you here, so I made this decision.

Doctor Zhou let out a sigh of relief, and lay back on the bed.

Yang Hui was extremely patient. He stood aside and waited for a while before Imperial Physician Zhou began to narrate slowly.

After listening, Yang Hui frowned.

Hurry up and write to His Highness, this matter is really difficult.

Yang Hui nodded, and was about to leave, when he suddenly turned around and threw a bottle of medicine to Imperial Physician Zhou.

It's for calming the mind, and it's not bad for your body if you eat it.

I am an imperial physician myself.

Yang Hui chuckled twice, doctors don't heal themselves, don't they? You're in such a state that you can't please the other side, and you can't make medicine yourself. Before I came, you tried to delay it, and I will try it as soon as possible. of.

Doctor Zhou held the porcelain bottle in his hand, with a complex expression, Okay.

Yang Hui left quickly, and after a while, another person dressed in the same dress came in.

Doctor Zhou waved his hand, and he stepped back.

Inside the bed curtains were two intertwined figures, the upper one was extremely tough, while the lower one was slender and round.

Xiaohua was in a trance when suddenly she saw the person on her body stop.

What's wrong, Your Highness?

King Jing didn't say a word, he put his lips in his mouth, and his movements quickened. In less than half a moment, the movement in the bed curtain stopped.

King Jing opened the curtain, put on obscene clothes and stepped out of the bed. Xiaohua heard a little movement, as if someone had come in, whispered a few words, and saw King Jing come back.

You sleep first, the lonely king has something to do.

Xiaohua nodded, guessing randomly what was going on, she was still busy at this point.

Seeing the letter handed over from the capital, King Jing immediately frowned.

He sat there without moving, his hands pointing at the table intentionally or unintentionally. Fushun served the tea and went down. His Highness was in such a rare state. It seemed that he was thinking about some big problem.

King Jing sat for a whole night, until the sky outside turned pale, and he moved slowly.

He didn't sleep all night, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, not haggard, but a little more bloody. He didn't go to his staff to discuss it. Such a matter cannot be negotiated. He can only think about it by himself, and he knows very well in his heart that if he makes a mistake at this time, the ending may be completely different.

Of course, he can also choose the safest way, which is to continue to hide his accumulated strength, which means that Zhou Taiyi's line must be discarded.

It's not that King Jing is reluctant to cut off this person, but he always wonders if he can find a safe way between the best of both worlds. Especially when the letter was handed over, various thoughts flashed through his mind, and what boiled in his blood was not helplessness or panic, but a kind of excitement.

King Jing is no stranger to this kind of excitement, which means there is an opportunity to take advantage of.

It was not until near noon that King Jing made up his mind. After thinking about it, he stopped hesitating and put the reply letter into the small brass tube on the eagle's leg himself.