Imperial Favour

When the imperial doctor was arrested and treated the princess concubine again, he couldn’t help but persuade: "Niang Niang, although this disease of inaccuracy varies from person to person, it should not be underestimated. In addition, the body of the empress is not good. It is more important to drink medicines on time, and you must not avoid getting sick!"

Every time he said something, Huo Qiu's face darkened. When the emperor had finished the prescription, Tang Zhuozuo was afraid to look up at his face.

The room was brightly lit, the cabin was no bigger than the palace, and a place as big as the U.S. Kneeling was full of people. Even Zhang Desheng knelt down near the place with his head down. There was no sound except the sound of water and wind outside.

"Let's all go down." Tang Zhuozuo's voice was a little weak, and he really felt a little embarrassed. Huo Qiu's face was so dark that it could match the bottom of the pot.

But if you ask the next person to listen to her being trained, you will really lose face in the future.

Huo Qiu didn't say a word, his stern face gathered like ice, and after more than a month, he once again moved for Tang Zhuozuo.

Zhang Desheng and An Xia looked at each other, and both hunched back and walked out, and the court ladies behind also filed out.

The man sits on a soft stool, his eyes are like sharp arrows, his hands are turning his jade fingers, and he looks indefinable circle after circle.

Tang Zhuozhuo felt better, his stomach still ached, leaning on the soft cushion with a crying voice, tender and hoarse: "Your Highness, sit here a little bit."

Huo Qiu glanced at her coldly, unmoved.

Tang Zhuozhuo narrowed his mouth, lifted the quilt on his body and was about to get out of bed, but seeing Huo Qiu Ran looking over, he thought about it and stopped his movements.

"If this happens again, Gu Gu will send you back tomorrow." He finally opened his mouth, unambiguously every word, exactly the same as Tang Zhuozuo's reaction.

He was very angry, and he felt lingering at the thought of her face pale and thin when she just came in, and she felt lingering in her heart. Only after a few days of not watching her, she ruined herself into this ghostly appearance.

If another period of time passed, would he not even see her?

"It's just that the head of the waterway is a little dizzy. Your concubine is okay." Tang Zhuozuo closed his eyes, and the delicate flower at the end of the eye was poured by the rain as she liked. Chu Chu was very pitiful and very attractive. .

Huoqiu paused, tapping his long fingers on the table, don't look at her face, if this little thing did something wrong, the concubine was obediently obedient, and had the energy to shake the sky on weekdays.

Other things are just going, but her body is not a trivial matter, and the imperial doctor has repeatedly advised Huo Qiu to hate her improper appearance.

"Why don't you talk to Gu?" He felt a little irritable in his heart, and slowly stood up. Tang Zhuozhuo's body was a little stiffened by the momentum of a mountain. She grabbed a corner of the bed and bit her lip gently. Your Highness does things."

I dare not say the last half sentence truthfully.

She was even more afraid of being sent back.

But she didn't say it, Huo Qiu also knew it well. Seeing her now pretending to be pitiful, she frowned deeply: "I was so busy that I didn't even have the time to enter this house?"

When did Tang Zhuozuo receive such reprimand from him? Even in the past, those who went back with a tooth for a tooth, would definitely not be the one who was affected by the anger.

"no."

She lay on the bedside, leaning on the soft pillow, her voice was innocent and crisp, and her reddish apricot eyes looked straight at the tall man.

Huo Qiu sighed inwardly, looked at the bowl of concoction that was delivered, leaned over and sat on the edge of her bed, and saw her eyes light up.

"Now that you are afraid?"

When he finished speaking, he himself froze for a while.

Has she ever been afraid of herself?

However, the little girl has a plain face with black hair, white skin, a soft voice, timid and weak, and she is quite right: "I'm afraid, your Highness's face is as black as the bottom of a pot, it looks fierce and scary."

"..."

A dead silence.

Huo Qiu turned the jade pull finger in his hand, and smiled anxiously, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, "Do you know that you are afraid that you will not call the doctor?"

Tang Zhuozhuo was silent, and after a while he glanced at him quickly and whispered: "The concubine knows medical skills, but she has some vomiting and dizziness. When we get to Xijiang, it will be fine. Your Highness need not worry."

Why not worry?

Huo Qiu glanced at the bowl of thick black concoction, rubbed his eyebrows, his eyes were cold, and worried that she drank and vomited, so he picked up the bowl and fed her.

"The concubine comes by herself." Tang Zhuozuo only smelled the spreading scent of the concoction, and felt bitter water in his tongue and stomach.

Huo Qiu avoided the slender fingers that she stretched out, don't want to look at him, felt like he was stabbed in his heart.

She had lost a lot of weight, and only sickly white was left on the surface of the red hibiscus. Even if she only wore a middle coat, the outline of her slender waist could still be seen. He was really afraid of himself. She pinched her hands with one hand.

"Want to get on the board with them?" He took a spoonful of it to her lips without any haste, frowning slightly, with a deep warning in his words.

Tang Zhuozuo regained some energy, seeing that he was mostly out of breath, swallowing the juice in his mouth, frowning in pain, and muttering vaguely: "No."

"Why not? I really won't punish you?" Huo Qiu's expression suddenly became cold and severe, Tang Zhuozhuo was in a daze for a moment, and faintly saw the noble man in the previous life sitting on the dragon chair, the same expression.

She quickly lowered her eyes, concealed her emotions, and shook her head a moment later and laughed.

Huo Qiu frowned before he wanted to ask a question, so he heard her speak: "His Royal Highness can't bear it."

She was sure, her little brows raised slightly, she looked like she was pampered and arrogant, but Huo Qiu listened comfortably, and delivered the second spoonful of concoction to her mouth, seeing that she immediately collapsed. face.

Tang Zhuozhuo didn't hear the man's answer. He pulled Huo Qiuyue's white sleeves and asked, "Is your Highness really willing to play a concubine?"

Huo Qiu calmly raised his eyebrows, and then said in a low voice, "Well, I can't bear it."

Tang Zhuozuo smiled with satisfaction, and his slender fingers were slightly cold, as they got into the man's left cuff like a snake, causing Huo Qiu to let out a depressed sigh.

She rolled up the moon-white sleeve gown steadily and pulled it over her forearm, revealing a large piece of copper-colored skin. Huo Qiu followed her gaze and saw a meandering scar with scabs on it. Recovery is excellent.

A cold wind blew in from the cabin, Tang Zhuozhuo shrank slightly, her long black hair fell on Huo Qiu's arm, itching and numb, causing ripples in the room.

The atmosphere in the room was suddenly a bit charming, Huo Qiu was still like a mountain, feeding her the concoction one bite at a time, and his expression was as serious as when he was in command of the war.

Tang Zhuozuo looked at it, his heart softened, and he felt relieved.

At least in this life, he has suffered less.

Xu is in such a good atmosphere. When Huo Qiu spoke again, his voice was much gentler. He put aside the bowl with some medicine dregs aside, and said, "The Xijiang side is not very stable, I don’t feel relieved. I have been busy these days. some."

He paused and looked into the woman’s charming apricot eyes. He only felt that his heart was about to melt. He looked for her to hold her delicate hands, and his voice was a bit hoarse: "You behave and drink medicine. Wait until your body is better. You go out and play."

Tang Zhuozuo's hand held by him seemed to be scalded, and she was about to break away subconsciously, and held it back vigorously. She lowered her eyes, her tone was still extremely brisk: "Concubine is like this, your Highness feels distressed?"

She was too eccentric. The softness Huo Qiu held in his hand was as good as mutton jade, and it was as moist and exquisite, and it was false to say that he was not tempted. His brows were like distant mountains and mountains, and every word was clear and mellow.

"Distressed."

When she closed her eyes on the bed, he looked more distressed than anything.

Just two words, he said solemnly, even with Tang Zhuozuo's smile, she tilted her head, looking at the man's sturdy face, her slender fingers curled a strand of long hair, and smiled delicately: "A few days No, your Royal Highness has become more and more haggard, and the stubble has grown."

Huo Qiu reached out and touched his chin, and shouted in a deep voice: "Gutangtang seven-foot man, some stubble is normal."

"Among the Kyoto men, the appearance of His Royal Highness can be among the previous lives, but I don't know where it is now." She pretended to be sorry and smiled.

Huo Qiu squinted and laughed extremely lightly after a moment. Tang Zhuozhuo was surprised, but before he could react, his body was turned over vigorously, and then with a heavy noise, a sudden pain in his hip.

After a while, Tang Zhuo flushed his face and eyes, embarrassed and furious.

"His Royal Highness!" She had a louder voice, anxious and annoyed. Perhaps she had cried a while ago, and her nose was red, and her face was blushing.

Huo Qiu clasped her white wrists, her sword eyes were so heavy that she could **** people in, and there was a faint smile between her eyebrows, and the crescent-colored robe lined others like green pine, warm as jade.

"Such punishment, the lonely is still willing."

Tang Zhuozhuo couldn't stop struggling. She had the same strength as tickling it in the eyes of a man. On the contrary, with her struggling, she gave birth to some charming and strange thoughts.

She looked angry and annoyed now, her eyes, nose, and face were red, so cute.

"Isn't it used to flirting with orphans before? Why is this dumb?"

Tang Zhuozuo was half-pressed by him. He wanted to escape but couldn't escape. His body was turned over. He hated that he couldn't even see the expression on his face. After a moment, he choked off the golden peas.

"Hands hurt, Your Highness is bullying." Her voice was soft and soft with a crying voice. Huo Qiu turned her over and wiped her tears, and said, "Why are you crying so much recently?"

"My hands hurt and my stomach doesn't feel comfortable. Your Royal Highness still bullied me."

She rubbed the wrist clasped by him. Huo Qiu saw that the upper part was red, and he couldn't help frowning: "Why did the lonely do not exert any effort?"

Tang Zhuozhuo gave him a look, "Isn't all women's skin like this? Your Highness doesn't know how to pity Xiangxiyu."

Huo Qiu's eyes darkened, recalling the night of her wedding, the ice muscle and bones of her body were really maddening, and this ecstasy body was like a body made of milk, beautiful everywhere.

No wonder she has been coveted by so many people in Kyoto. How can the world's men not love her grand color and the influence of the Tang family?

Didn't he even force her to marry her?

As for this pity, Xiangxiyu, he really didn't have any experience. When he grew up, the only thing that reminded him that he couldn't sleep at night was this little woman who didn't know good or bad.

And that night, he thought he was still cautious and gentle.

After thinking about it, Huo Qiu's voice was dumb, and he reached out and rubbed her soft black hair: "I want to pity Xiang Yu Yu, but the princess doesn't give a chance."

Since she married into the East Palace, her food and accommodation are the same as him, and the things she uses are no better than those in the harem. He really wants to make her happy.

It's a pity that all the warmth has been torn apart by her hands.

Tang Zhuozuo suddenly became a little bit ashamed. She loosened the man's sleeves and violently covered the top of her head with a quilt. Only a vague voice came from: "It's getting late, your Highness will go back and rest soon."

Huo Qiu was still entwined with the faint fruity scent of her body, and he laughed blankly, then lifted up his steps and said, "That lonely left?"

The little ball in the quilt was motionless, as if he were asleep.

Huo Qiu grabbed the silver line's boots, and he snorted, and couldn't help but want to tease her.

"I will be busy in the next two days, I'm afraid I won't have time to come again, you..."

Before I finished speaking, I saw the little ball on the bed moving, revealing a pretty little face.

"Then can I go to your Highness?"

Huo Qiu took a deep breath, fire flashed in his eyes, nodded and went out.

Staying any longer, he was afraid that he really couldn't help it.

The author has something to say: Little Theater, Huo Qiu: I want to eat meat, I want to eat meat!

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