Imperial Favour

Although the imperial physician has repeatedly assured that the princess is only a little feverish, and it will be better to drink the medicine slowly, but Tang Zhuozhuo still shows signs of regaining consciousness at night.

There was a smell of medicine in the room, mixed with the scent of mint, Huo Qiu sat on a soft stool not far from the bed, a kind of Ji Yue breeze.

He was driven to restlessness by the woman's soft and fragrant body and the nonsense in her mouth, and a wind suddenly rose in his calm and unwavering heart, causing waves of turbulence.

I had to stay farther away, so I could feel a little more peaceful.

But even so, his eyes couldn't help but look at the petite person on the bed.

Tang Zhuozhuo's face was still a little hot, his small palm-sized face was lined with long black hair, and his snow-white skin was fat under the candlelight, and his whole body exuded the temptation to make people dry.

Huo Qiu's eyes were like an overturned inkstone. Except for the darkness that was too deep to dissolve, he could not see any other emotions. It was dangerous and depressed.

Tang Zhuozuo was awakened by the rich concoction, and the bitterness spread from the tip of his tongue every inch to the bottom of his heart, and then to the back of his back, there were thin lumps on his forearms.

She finally opened her eyes, and subconsciously tilted her head to hide from the jade spoon beside her lips and teeth, her eyelashes quivered a few times, and she faced a pair of cold eyes.

Huo Qiu, dressed in a robe with a silver rim, frowned and sat on the edge of the bed, holding the spoon she disliked in his hand, and his cold face was full of familiar chill.

Tang Zhuozuo was a little awake instantly.

"Your Highness?"

She called out softly, her voice was a bit dry and dumb, but it was difficult to hide the surprise in her voice.

Huo Qiu looked at her condescendingly, and hummed softly from his throat, full of countless mellow and deep.

"Drink the medicine." He pinched the small jade spoon with his long, well-knotted fingers, which seemed awkward and a bit violent.

Tang Zhuozhuo's scalp tightened for a while, and he smiled flatteringly at him, "His Royal Highness, concubine come by yourself."

Huo Qiu gave her a deep glance, and passed the warm medicine bowl in her hand. During this time, he touched her soft fingertips, his body stiffened slightly, and his eyes darkened.

The concoction in the medicine bowl was rich, and the taste smelled bitter. Tang Zhuozhuo held the handle of the spoon, with the warmth of Huo Qiu's fingers remaining on it.

There was a sudden tremor in her heart.

In the previous life, I often fell ill in the cold palace, and often fainted for a day when I was sick. Every time I woke up, the house smelled of medicine.

She only thought that An Xia secretly got her some medicine back and boiled it for her to drink, but she never thought that An Xia had such great ability? People are in the cold palace, who will care about your life and death?

Not to mention such a cannibalistic place in the palace.

Tang Zhuozuo took a deep breath, her hands trembling faintly, and she was silently covered, and drank the bitter concoction in one gulp.

A bright and beautiful peach blossom noodles suddenly became a ball, and my heart wanted An Xia to bring a plate of candied fruit over, but Huo Qiu had a cold face on the side, so he had to press his lips and close his eyes to swallow the bitterness. .

Huo Qiu looked at her secretly shirking expression, a slight smile filled his eyes, and the ice-like momentum all over his body collapsed.

She had never shown such a vivid appearance before him.

When he finished drinking the medicine, Tang Zhuozhuo's eyes were full of crystal tears. An Xia saw him by the side. With his head down, he couldn't put a plate of candied fruit on the ground.

This is better.

People really changed with the times, she had suffered much in the cold palace, and now lying on this soft bed, even a bowl of medicine felt bitter.

The people waiting in the temple came in to change the fragrance, and a small window was opened for ventilation. The smell of medicine in the room was slightly dissipated, and the night entered the room, bringing a little bit of chill.

Tang Zhuozhuo lowered his head, his slender fingers poked Jin out of one or two pits. The man sitting on the edge of the bed had a strong sense of existence. From her perspective, his fingers were slender and overlapped in the moonlight. On her brocade robe, the mint smell on her body mixed with that in the temple, and her mind suddenly became dizzy.

"His Royal Highness...is there any meal available?" Tang Zhuozuo said, looking at the sky outside.

Huo Qiu raised his eyebrows, "The lonely waiter will return to the main hall."

Tang Zhuozhao nodded lightly, then pulled up the fine hair that had fallen down, revealing a corner of the elegant Mulan hairpin.

"Can my concubine disturb your highness today?"

Huo Qiu glanced at her lightly, stood up, and then noticed that Tang Zhuozuo had finally relaxed, and suddenly lowered his eyes.

Why on earth did Tang Zhuozuo call his name when he fell asleep, and then he was so alienated after waking up?

What is she thinking in her heart?

"Unexpectedly." He felt the gloom in his heart tangled into a ball, wishing he couldn't ask the person on the bed directly, but he was always calm and self-sufficient, stroking the jade finger on his finger, his eyes were full of The raging blizzard.

"The concubine is a little imaginary when she was born, so don't worry about it." She raised her head, her eyes clear and sincere.

She naturally knew that Huo Qiu cared about her. In her daily dreams, he was standing alone in the royal study room and stroking her portrait.

It's really uncomfortable.

"Since I know that I am not in good shape, why didn't the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician be boiled on time?" His voice was as cold as an ice cellar in winter, his sword eyes wrinkled, and his eyes were full of anger.

Today he caught the imperial doctor for a cross-examination, and learned that she should be fed with medicines, but today he got a pulse and the situation did not improve at all, and then asked the maid serving by her side, only to know that she did not drink the medicines, and all of them fell. Under those trees in the yard.

He almost laughed angrily.

When Tang Zhuozhuo swallowed silently before reaching his lips, before the smile at the corners of his mouth broke, his chin was lifted by a cold hand, facing the man's tough black eyes.

"When you were so confused today, you were calling the name of loneliness."

Tang Zhuozuo's pupils shrank. Since the day she was reborn, she had dreamed every night in the cold palace. Huo Qiu stood on the palace wall and looked at her.

She whispered before she thought about her words, Huo Qiu had already taken a step closer, and her deep gaze moved from her delicate face, not without a trace of obsession.

"Tang Zhuozuo, I know you very well, and what you want to please these days?"

His tone was indifferent and awe-inspiring, like a sharp-edged sword, tearing away the camouflage on the surface for a long time, leaving nowhere to hide.

Tang Zhuozuo was a little difficult to speak, and her white and tender palms were tightly squeezed: "Concubine..."

Before she finished speaking, Huo Qiu loosened her jaw and smiled deeply, her face full of gloom: "When have you ever called a concubine in front of Gu?"

Tang Zhuozhuo was dumb. She didn't like Huo Qiu at first. She was forced to marry into the East Palace and was forced to be helpless. It would be good to call him without name and name. How could she claim to be a concubine?

Thinking about it this way, did his behavior different from the past made him suspicious?

Seeing her not speaking, Huo Qiu made his chest rise and fall a few times with anger, disappointment and anger mixed, and he almost lost his reason.

It was such a person, he held it to his heart, and he wished to rub her into his body, but she looked indifferent.

Staying out of things like that, the use of affection like this is all his own business.

However, it is indeed his own business.

"Jiaojiao." Huo Qiu was very angry, pinching her slender waist, making her fit her body tightly, he finally felt a little comforted, and sighed hoarsely.

Tang Zhuozhuo's body was stiff and unbelievably stiff, his apricot eyes were round and round, and the tip of his nose was filled with the light fragrance of his body. Without the bitterness, all that was left was the tenderness.

"Can you let the loneliness worry?" His dumb voice seemed to be a low mockery, and it was like a mumbling between lovers, completely disappearing from the court.

Tang Zhuo's heart warmed, the ghosts and gods were too different, only feeling a little hot in the eye sockets.

"Except for not taking medicine, I am used to being a worry-free." She rubbed the tip of her nose and muttered very lowly, her small face wrinkled into a ball.