Imperial Favour

When the Ye clan came back, the setting sun went down, and the clouds were spreading like clouds into a brocade, which was almost magical.

Huo Qiu was in a daze, the high fever did not go away, nothing worked, but fortunately, the herbal medicine Tang Zhuozhuo ordered had analgesic effect, so that it would not be so painful.

After changing the veil again, both Liu Hanjiang and Li Desheng were a little restless, looking at the direction of the mountain pass frequently.

Liu Hanjiang's fan didn't shake anymore. It was obvious that the shade of the trees covered the courtyard, but he was sweating finely.

Needless to say, Li Desheng was worried. He turned around and said to Liu Hanjiang a few times: "The prince should be stopped. This mountain is the most dangerous. The two women went up the mountain without the power to bind the chicken. If something happens. , How can you explain to your highness?"

It would be okay if this came back safe and sound, but just in case, the prince is also the most expensive, and there must be three long and two shorts, not only on the master and son, but also in Kyoto.

I blame myself for being confused for a while and I went to the doctor in a hurry.

But Liu Hanjiang pursed his lips and did not speak. Seeing the sun getting smaller and smaller, until the last afterglow was left, he finally couldn't sit still, and said in a deep voice, "Send another team to the mountain."

At this moment, a noisy voice came from Houshankou. Li Desheng and Liu Hanjiang looked at each other, and at the same time walked up quickly.

When they got to the front, they could see the situation clearly. Their hearts were cold, and a chill rushed from the back of the back to the heavenly spirit cover.

Ye's body was stained with a lot of black mud, and when she saw Liu Hanjiang, her eyes immediately turned red. She choked and turned her body sideways, saying: "The lady found a clump of grass. She was caught by a bear when she was about to gather medicine. I was bruised and fainted."

Li Desheng was shocked, and when he looked behind her, he saw Tang Zhuozuo being carried by the guards. The latter's face was bloodstained, and the collision of white and red hit people's hearts especially. He lay on a temporary cloth shelf with unknown life or death, and his breathing was weak.

"This...this..." Li Desheng didn't speak so swiftly, and he calmly said in a hurry, "Go and get a doctor!"

When An Xia and Zihuan changed clothes to Tang Zhuozhao and helped them to lie down on the bed, they only shed tears when they watched the pot of faint blood. As for the hideous scars that appeared on the face of their master’s always beautiful hibiscus, even more I didn't dare to look at it.

The master is such a person who loves beauty. He can often admire himself in the mirror for a long time. If he wakes up and learns about this, it would be hard to accept.

An Xia stayed with Tang Zhuozuo for longer, and her feelings were deeper. At this time, seeing the doctor Li stroking his beard and shaking his head and sighing, she couldn't help but let out a low whimper from her throat.

Ye's didn't get any better, so he hurried over after only changing clothes. Seeing this situation, he frowned and asked: "Doctor Li, is the prince concubine's body a serious problem?"

The doctor Li sighed and bluntly said: "Madam, the prince concubine is not a serious problem, only some scratches and trauma are not a problem, just drink some medicine to make it healthy."

"It's just..." He paused, exclaiming with emotion: "It's just that the scratches on this face are a bit heavier, so there may be scars."

Ye's breathing was stagnant. Although Yuan had guessed it, it was even more uncomfortable to hear what the emperor said.

At this moment, Liu Hanjiang and Li Desheng were guarding Huo Qiu's bed, and they gave Huo Qiu a mouthful of the medicine they had just boiled out. After the potion in the bowl had reached the bottom, he and Liu Hanjiang walked out of the house.

The stars flickered in the night, and I looked extremely blurred and hazy, as beautiful as a dream, but now, no one is in the mood to appreciate it.

There was a burst of crows, and the chill came. Liu Hanjiang stayed on for two days and two nights. It was easy to see that the concoction had taken effect. The temperature on Huo Qiu's forehead dropped a little bit, and he had the intention to go back to his yard for a short break. .

Ye's was sitting at the small stone table in the courtyard, lowering his head not knowing what he was thinking, and seeing him come back, he just smiled far-fetched.

"My husband has been tired for two days. Let's go to the house for a break." Her voice was like water, facing Liu Hanjiang.

"Not in a hurry." He lifted his robe and sat beside her, Yushu's face like a crown of jade facing the wind, his every move was calm and smooth.

"I know you feel bad, but you can't be blamed for this." Liu Hanjiang took Ye's hand and rubbed it a few times, his eyes were far away, and said: "And this can't be regarded as a bad thing. After this incident, Your Highness will definitely Really understand that the royal family has no affection, and there is no need to hesitate to act."

The Ye family didn’t know, so, after a while, he tentatively said: "The husband meant that the plague of His Highness this time was caused by His Highness Six?"

Liu Hanjiang's eyes suddenly deepened, then nodded and laughed a moment later, "Yes, not all."

Ye clan has never cared about the situation in the court. Seeing that Liu Hanjiang didn’t want to say more, he didn’t continue to ask. He just sipped the tea ceremony: “The scar on the empress’s face is probably not going to get better. I blamed me for not calling people. Follow her."

Liu Hanjiang rubbed her black hair and murmured softly: "When I return to Kyoto, there is naturally a way. Don't blame yourself."

When Huo Qiu woke up again, the night was thick, the crescent moon hung right above the sky, and the bleak moonlight was flowing into the courtyard like water gurgling.

The smell of Chinese medicine in the room lasted for a long time, the tears of the red candle swayed, and the heaviness in his mind disappeared a little bit. Li Desheng stood by the bed and took a nap, opened his eyes after hearing the slight movement, and saw him wake up. Overjoyed: "Master, you are awake! Would you like some water?"

After sleeping for so long, his throat was indeed dry and hot. Huo Qiu sips the tea to moisturize his throat and noticed the changes in his body.

Although the head is still a little swollen, there is no longer the feeling of powerlessness that can't be moved anymore, and the originally congealed inner breath also starts to flow slowly, nourishing the whole body.

"How long have you slept alone?"

"His Royal Highness, it is the third watch now, you have slept for four hours."

Huo Qiu nodded lightly and moved his fingers. The bloodshot eyes in his eyes were mixed but still deep. He stared at Li Desheng and asked, "The princess has developed a prescription?"

He frowned, half-sit up, looked around, but did not see the figure of the squeamish bag, a panic suddenly appeared in his heart.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Li Desheng's forehead, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet to the back of his spine, making him afraid to look up at the master.

Liu Hanjiang was not here at this time.

It's terrible!

"Back to your Highness, it was the empress who tried out the prescription." Li Desheng replied respectfully.

Huo Qiu's index finger moved slightly, remembering that the little woman coquettishly approached in the day, and said that she, a genius doctor, would not be stumped by the plague, but she never thought that she would come up with a way soon.

It was enough for her to be proud.

His complexion gradually softened, thinking that she was tired and went back to the house to rest, and a faint sweetness overflowed from the tip of his heart.

These two days, thanks to this Jiao Di Di's sharp heart.

"That painting is still in the study?" Huo Qiu still had a soft smile on his face, even his voice was incredibly soft, only Li Desheng's head was a bit lower.

Master son, this is completely irritated!

"Back to your highness, the painting was thrown into the brazier by the princess and burned. The empress said that because of the painting, your highness was infected with the plague."

Huo Qiu was slightly surprised. She didn't expect Tang Zhuozhuo's mind to be so keen, she could find the source without mentioning a word.

When he first saw the painting, he only felt upset, angry and hated, and his jealousy was out of control, but he didn't expect Huo Qi to have such courage to make a move. When he realized that it was wrong, he had already been recruited.

He smiled coldly, coughed violently, then waved his hand and said, "Where is Liu Hanjiang?"

"Mister stayed for two nights, until the imperial doctor said that His Highness was out of danger, and he would return to the hospital for a short break."

The more nervous Li Desheng was, the more he dared not look at Huo Qiu's eyes. Who is Huo Qiu? Just one or two glances saw the clues, and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

Li Desheng's legs softened, and he almost knelt down on the spot, his face pale, he could almost imagine how angry he would be if the news from the prince's concubine reached his master's ears.

Seeing him not speaking, Huo Qiu's feeling in his heart grew stronger and he couldn't help but sink his face, and the temperature of his body dropped.

After all, he was very human, and after a little thought, he knew that the only thing that could call them this way was only about the little woman.

"Where is the crown prince?!" He really slumped his face to the pressure, even the old officials in the court could not stand it, let alone Li Desheng.

The anger in his voice was not concealed, Li Desheng did not dare to hide it anymore, and answered honestly: "Niangniang... Niangniang is in the Youqu Pavilion."

"What's up with her?"

Li Desheng answered cautiously, swallowing every sentence, but he didn't dare to look at his expression at all.

"Niangniang said that the herbs used to cure the plague still lacked a bit of grass, but her body couldn't hold it up when she saw it, so Niangniang gave the order to go into the mountain to collect medicine."

Huo Qiu was stiff when he heard that he went up the mountain to pick the medicine. After a while, he raised his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice: "Is the medicine I lonely taken from the mountain?"

Li Desheng nodded, his head lowered even further.

The fear in Huo Qiu's heart rippled, and she was so delicate that everyone was holding people who could not be unsatisfactory. How did she give birth to the idea of ​​going up the mountain to collect medicine?

There are many beasts in the mountains, poisonous snakes and broken pits, all of which can kill her. I won’t mention these for the time being. Just thinking about the appearance of her feet getting blistered when she climbed up the mountain with a medicine basket carrying a medicine basket. Can't hold it down.

"You keep talking."

"Xuncao is hard to find, it was so easy to find, but a brown bear came out. The empress was protecting the herbal medicine, and was knocked out by the animal."

Huo Qiu slowly closed his eyes and didn't dare to listen any more. He only felt a dull pain in his heart, and the feeling of weakness was even stronger than lying in bed unable to move.

"The imperial doctor just saw it. The empress is still in a coma. She only said that it was some scratches. It will be fine if she is healthy and recuperating..." Li Desheng swallowed, took a quick glance at the master son's expression, and then said: "It's just a scar on the face."

Huo Qiu overturned the tea cup and empty medicine bowl beside the bed with his backhand, and said angrily: "Who allowed her to go up the mountain? You all ate the bear heart and leopard gall? Will loneliness be the breeze?!"

He took a rough breath, and felt distressed just thinking about such a scene.

It hurts terribly!

Huo Qiu turned over and got out of the bed, wearing a coat with ice on his cheeks, and only when he went out, he ran into Liu Hanjiang who was walking towards him. Huo Qiu gave him a cold look and went towards Youqu Pavilion without a word.

Liu Hanjiang raised his eyebrows when he saw this, followed behind him kindly, and didn't ask much.

Next, they might not be immune to punishment.

Before they saw it, they felt distressed like this. If they saw it, the anger would be spread on them.

Hey, it is the middle man who is in dilemma.

In the end, Huo Qiu recovered from a serious illness. No matter how strong his body was, he couldn't hold back such exhaustion, but he had no time to take care of it. He was full of the little woman who was used to love to pester him and make a lot of noise.

When he really saw it, there was a moment of blankness in his mind, and the next moment he wanted to give himself countless fists.

A two-inch long centipede-like scar snaked around her white jade face, and there were countless deep and shallow scratches on the back of her hand.

He couldn't wait for the Jiaojiao whom he held to his heart to become like this because of himself.