Imperial Favour

The quietness in the Youqu Pavilion was terrible, the moon hanging hollow like silver hooks, and the light waves like water reflected on the silent red walls and green tiles, and the cornices of the roof covered the night with a thin layer of veil.

In the second half of the night, the moonlight receded, and a thin mist appeared in the forest. The sound of jackdaws hit people's ears from time to time, sobbing extremely desolately.

The room was quiet and terrible, Huo Qiu sat on a soft stool, his figure was thin, and the black stubble appeared on his face, but his eyes were sharper than ever.

Liu Hanjiang pondered for a moment, and moved back a few steps calmly, further away from Huo Qiu. With a light sigh from the bottom of my heart, Wuwang's disaster has affected the pond fish, and he has become this unlucky pond fish.

Ever since he went to see the princess in the cubicle, his highness has always had such an expression, and he did not speak, and the chill on his body became stronger.

Li Desheng still persuades, "Master, your body will get better, so you should go back to the main courtyard and rest. When the lady wakes up, seeing you like this makes me feel uncomfortable."

Huo Qiu lowered his eyes and moved his numb fingers, his broad sleeves concealed his slightly stiff movements.

"How did the lonely tell you before going to bed?" His voice was a little dry and hoarse, and his voice was soft and shallow. What could not be ignored was the extremely suppressed deep anger in his words, which was approaching Li Desheng and Liu Hanjiang.

Li Desheng knelt down silently, and said with a bitter face: "Your Highness, Niang Niang insists on going up the mountain, the slave can't stop it at all."

Huo Qiu twitched the corner of his mouth, and a sense of powerlessness swept through his body. That's right, the woman could dismiss his words, not afraid of heaven and earth, let alone going up the mountain after she fell asleep, who could stop it?

Needless to say, no one can stop it.

"What's Wang Yi doing?" His tone was indifferent, as if asking a trivial matter, but Liu Hanjiang suddenly smiled.

His Royal Highness finally decided to cut the grass and wipe out the roots instead of going to the east and west.

"Everything is as expected."

Huo Qiu's pupil color was darker than Mo, and he tightened the armrest of the chair, "Then do it."

Liu Hanjiang shook the feather fan in his hand and responded with a faint smile.

There is an inch-long scar on the face of the princess, and it is worthwhile to exchange for a worry-free throne for his Royal Highness.

In the middle of the night, Liu Hanjiang returned to his yard, Li Desheng guarded the front door of Youqu Pavilion and took a nap little by little.

He really hasn't had a good rest in these few days. His Royal Highness finally woke up, before he had time to loose a string, this happened to the prince again.

It's a natural exhaustion.

Huo Qiu sat on the edge of the bed. The person lying on the carved solid wood bed was still motionless, showing no signs of waking up, so quiet that the man was inexplicably flustered.

He coughed lowly, and the maid brought a bowl of boiled herbs, but he didn't even look at it.

"His Royal Highness, have you drunk the medicine? I should feel distressed again when I see you." An Xia persuaded her to take down the first bowl of cold concoction.

Where is Huo Qiu resisting this medicine? Obviously, she felt sorry for the woman on this bed. She was still fainted because of this medicine, let alone ruined her face. If she wakes up and knows, she might cry.

Every sip of the drink made his throat sore. Huo Qiu closed his eyes and drank the bitter medicine in the bowl. The hand holding the bowl was so hard that the veins burst and his fingertips turned white.

He has to get better quickly and return her pain one by one, so that he can relieve his hatred and anger.

When the sky was overwhelming, Tang Zhuozhuo opened her eyes with great effort, and her eyes were the familiar bed curtains with begonia embroidered face. She blinked and felt like her whole body was run over when she moved her fingers, and the sharp pain went straight into her head. Squeeze, especially the hot pain on the face.

Her little finger next to the bed was wrapped in a warm palm. Tang Zhuozuo looked up and saw Huo Qiu leaning on the back of the chair. His eyes were as deep and as precious as bamboo. He burst into a smile and said, "His Royal Highness" All right?"

Huo Qiu silently, handed her a glass of water to moisturize her throat, and then said dumbly: "It's good for loneliness, but Jiaojiao is afraid it won't be good."

Tang Zhuozuo only moved the corner of her mouth, and she was involved in the wound on her face. She was taken aback for a moment, and she knew what had happened.

The cheeks were cold, but even the best plaster couldn't suppress the hot pain. She remembered the scene before the coma, and she didn't say anything, scratching her hand on the piece of cheek.

If the severity is not serious, she should have a certain number in her heart and be prepared for it.

Huo Qiu caught her at the moment she was about to touch her. The man rubbed her hair, his voice was dumb, "Don't touch it, you should call it pain when the inflammation develops."

Seeing his appearance, Tang Zhuozuo was stunned and responded with kindness.

According to this man's temperament, there is a problem if she didn't pick her up and hit two boards to train her face straight, let alone talk to her in this way.

Is she disorganized?

Tang Zhuozhuo leaned on the soft pillow, endured forbearance and still covered half of his face with his hands, hanging his head and lowering his head and said, "His Royal Highness, don't look, it's ugly."

In the end there was some weak crying in her voice, and she tried hard not to drop the golden beans. No matter how bold she was at the time, she was still a pampered noble girl. Now she knows that she has broken her face and did not cry in front of a man. Coming out is already patience.

Huo Qiu's body stiffened, he got up and sat on the edge of the bed, holding her delicate little hand in his palm, so powerful that he could not wait to melt her into the blood.

"Next time I will dare to make such a good argument, Guding can't spare you." He swept the silly little woman, knocked his chin on her shoulder, and gave a warning for a long time.

Tang Zhuozhuo’s cheeks hurt fiercely, and he didn’t know how much to listen to what he said. He just tugged at his wide sleeves and said, "Your Majesty, can you bring the bronze mirror over here? Concubine wants to see what his concubine’s face looks like. Up."

Huo Qiu straightened her pale little face and looked carefully at it bit by bit. Her voice was as low and mellow as the sound of a zither, straight into the heart.

"Squeaky and beautiful, with stunning appearance, Daimei is far away from the mountains, and the eyes are sentimental." He said, Ji Er laughed, stroked her intact right cheek, his eyes carefully traced her facial contours, and raised his eyebrows: " Especially Jiaojiao's pair of apricot eyes, hiding the bright moonlight, lonely and happy."

Especially when he was bullied by him at night, the glamour in his eyes could almost kill him!

Men seldom praise her, she is the one who is infinitely brilliant with a little sunshine. If she praises her again, she won't be beautiful?

Tang Zhuozhuo shrugged her nose and buried her small head in his chest. The voice of grievance dripping into Huo Qiu's ears like running water, she said: "The concubine must be broken. Your Highness will praise her in every way. How can I dislike concubines in the future."

The large swaths of her exhaled heat spread on his chest, Huo Qiu closed her eyes, and felt that she was rubbing her tears on her cuffs. His Royal Highness, who always loved to be clean and could not stand a mess, did not dislike him. I feel that no matter how cold my heart is, it will be transformed by this little squeamish bag.

If someone else encounters such a thing, they may still be hysterical, but they definitely won't be like her to pull him so stubbornly and make his heart bloated.

Since ancient times, a woman's appearance has been the foundation of his footing. Tang Zhuozuo knows this truth well. Without the appearance, he can't just scream and make people hate.

"will not."

His Royal Highness is not used to coaxing people. When I said these two compliments today, he was already a poor word. He patted the woman on the back and said with difficulty: "We will get back to the best medicine in Kyoto."

Even if she can't recover, as long as she is Tang Zhuozuo, he will always cherish and take care of her.

But such sensational words, he couldn't say it, but his body became tighter and tighter.

Tang Zhuozhuo cried for a while, consciously ashamed, wiped the wet corners of his eyes, and then clicked on Huo Qiu's chest, and said: "His Royal Highness drank the herbs, and his body is vacant. Why don't you rest well? Concubine come to see the joke?"

Huo Qiu laughed, where did he come to see the joke? When he came, he clearly gritted his teeth one step at a time, thinking about waiting for her to wake up, no matter how much he begged, he had to teach this woman a lesson, so he could not even care about his own safety.

But seeing people really, he just wanted to push himself out to reflect on it.

"I didn't read the joke." Huo Qiu gathered her long hair, and the candlelight swayed. The scar on the side of her nose was curved like a centipede, diminishing the beauty on her face nine out of ten.

This woman loves beauty so much that she can't wait to hold that face every day. The bottles and jars of chewing cream in the room are the best evidence. If you see such a wound, you may be sad.

"Tell the people underneath to clean up, and set off for Beijing the next day." Huo Qiu said with a constricted expression. There are so many rare treasures in the East Palace that he will try the same, and there will always be a way.

If he left this little sweet bag all day long thinking about it, he might still feel distressed.

Tang Zhuozhao shook his head slowly, his eyes remained unchanged, and said, "His Royal Highness hasn't dealt with the affairs of Xijiang?"

Just let that hypocrite Wang Yi make a living? Then Huo Qiu and her offense suffered in vain?

Once let him escape and return to Beijing, he was protected by the six princes. I was afraid that for the sake of the overall situation, I had to bear it secretly. She felt that she couldn't bear it just thinking about it.

Wang Yi must never let it go!

Huo Qiu knew what she was thinking in her heart, and gathered her blouse to block the dazzling white skin, saying every word: "Jiaojiao and rest assured, no one involved in this matter can escape."

His most intolerable weakness was hurt for himself. How did the prince, who had always been arrogant and arrogant, swallow this breath?

Tang Zhuozuo only then concealed the dark color under his eyes, humming and urging the man to the next room.

As soon as he left, the smile on her face disappeared quickly, and An Xia and Zihuan who were waiting outside were called in.

The eye sockets of both of them were a little red, or Zi Huan was the first to laugh with a forced smile: "Manny, what do you want to eat? Your Royal Highness has ordered people to keep hot and prepare, do you want sweet-scented osmanthus cake or candied dates?"

Both of these are her favorite snacks, but it is a pity that His Royal Highness has made a statement that she can only eat one or two a day, which often makes her heart itch.

Now that she is injured, she is generous.

Tang Zhuozuo observed earlier, and the bronze mirrors around the room were all removed, leaving no one side. She took a breath and pointed to the scar on her face. She collapsed a small face and said, "Come in with a bronze mirror."

An Xia and Zihuan looked at each other, both shook their heads, looked at their toes and said, "Manny, your Royal Highness ordered that you should not hang a mirror in the house until the wound on your face is healed."

Tang Zhuozuo lay on the soft pillow and said, "Who is your master?"

Zi Huan wanted to say something more, but was tossed by An Xia, who had been with Tang Zhuozuo for longer and understood the character of her master better.

I'm afraid that I can't see the wound, the master will be more sad.