Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Chapter 952 I have imprisoned the queen, how to break it 04

Shaochun was dissatisfied and pouted and acted coquettishly. Although he also wanted to go to Jinchen,... Jin Xiaomo was more important.

"Silly words, the emperor trusts me so much. Wouldn't it be easy to enter the palace?" Jin Xiaomo kissed Mao'er's forehead.

"Oh well…"

Shao Chun reluctantly agreed.

In the Qixin Palace.

On the way back, no matter how careful Jin Chen was, it was still bumpy. Wen Zhiheng's body couldn't bear it, and his face became as pale as paper, as if he might faint at any time.

"Huaifeng, you still need to drink some medicine and go to sleep later."

Jin Chen felt terribly distressed, fearing that Wen Zhiheng would faint just like that, and regardless of whether he agreed or not, he forcefully held him in his arms and caressed him gently with his palms.

However, Wen Zhiheng really didn't have the strength, so he could only look at it with his strength, his eyebrows were bleak, and his thin lips were pursed tightly.

My mind was groggy and I couldn't figure out what happened today.

Why did Jinchen suddenly change his temper? When they had just gotten married, he would never have been so gentle.

But Wen Zhiheng had lived in the cold palace for half a year, and was often provoked by Shao Chun from time to time. He really didn't have the slightest reliance on the emperor's mercy.

It is common for the emperor to be cold.

Today and now, Jinchen can take him out of Youyue Palace, arrange the marriage and serve him tea, and tomorrow he can lock him back again, but it's just a matter of words.

Wen Zhiheng thought to himself that he didn't want to compete for favor, but he didn't want to compete for it either.

It was his fate to live such a hasty life.

"Your Majesty, the medicine is here."

The eldest palace maid Yunwu came in with medicine. Seeing Wen Zhiheng in such a state, she almost couldn't hold back her tears. She had served His Highness for so long, how could she be tortured like this by the cold palace in just half a year.

Jinchen took the medicine bowl with his own hands, tested the temperature, and then put the spoon to Wen Zhiheng's lips, "Huaifeng, this medicine is a bit bitter, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Zhiheng had already sat up from his arms, took the medicine bowl, drank it in one breath, and placed the bowl in Yunwu's hand.

Jin Chen stared at him blankly for a moment, then put the spoon back. With a clang, he seemed to regain his consciousness, and glanced at the prepared snacks in confusion.

"Huaifeng..." Jin Chen's voice was a little hoarse, and he gently stroked the waterfall of black hair scattered on Wen Zhiheng's back, "Weren't you the most afraid of suffering in the past?"

Wen Zhiheng frowned, wiped his mouth, lowered his eyes and thought before replying, "Your Majesty, that happened when I was a child."

When he was studying with the prince, he was not in good health and had to take medicine every now and then. It was always at that time that he left the impression that Jin Chen was afraid of hardship.

"But I grew up with you, but I don't know when Huai Feng changed his taste."

Jinchen felt even more uncomfortable and whispered in a low voice.

Unexpectedly, Wen Zhiheng chuckled mockingly, "Your Majesty, it's not the minister who has changed."

He was too lazy to say anything more. Just as he was about to drink tea to relieve the bitter taste, he suddenly started coughing again.

Wen Zhiheng raised his hand to cover his lips, arched his body,

"Cough...cough..."

His throat felt like it was pricked by tens of thousands of needles, and his heart felt like it was being burned. A rusty taste gradually spread from his mouth.

He coughed violently and his body was shaking. Jinchen didn't care much. He hugged the person and patted his back to calm the air. His heart felt a dull pain. Spiritual power was input from the back of his heart, bit by bit, slowly but more effective than medicine. .

Wen Zhiheng gradually stopped coughing. The cold and pungent air lingering on the tip of his nose was no longer the cold and pungent air, but the warmth of agarwood. His body was hugged, and it seemed that it was not as uncomfortable as the previous cough.

The long and thin hand moved away, and the handkerchief was stained with blood again. Jinchen looked at it and felt it was so red and dazzling.

He took the handkerchief and threw it away, then brought a cup of hot tea to Wen Zhiheng. His voice was deep and painful, "Drink the tea quickly to suppress the smell of blood."

Wen Zhiheng followed his hand, took a few sips of tea, and spit it into the basin held by Yunwu.

Leaning in Jinchen's arms, Wen Zhiheng's eyelids were heavy and he had no energy to think much, so he fell into a deep sleep.

Jinchen waved his hand to signal Yunwu and the others to retreat, covered him with quilt, and hugged the weak person in his arms tightly. His breathing became heavy, his palms caressed his cheeks, his eyes showed pity and heartache.

"Embrace the wind... embrace the wind."

He murmured, gently resting his chin on the top of Wen Zhiheng's hair, and softly called out Wen Zhiheng's calligraphy, which he had chosen personally during the crowning ceremony.

Outside the Qixin Palace.

Yan Fu'an, Shunping, and Yunwu all guarded the door, looking at each other in silence.

In the end, Shunping was really curious and broke the silence. He first bowed respectfully to Yan Fu'an, "Eunuch Yan, do you know why your Majesty suddenly went to Youyue Palace today?"

Yan Fu'an shook the fly whisk and sighed, "How dare we try to figure out the Holy Will? It's just that the Queen and Your Majesty fell in love when they were young. It is always important to Your Majesty."

As he spoke, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a large number of people rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye. The person at the head of the group was not Lord Shaochen.

Yan Fu'an was startled and quickly bent down to salute and blocked the door of the palace.

"I have met Your Highness."

Yunwu was also a few steps behind and knelt down to salute.

Shaochun was blocked by the three of them, and he put his hands on his hips in dissatisfaction, "Stop kneeling, let me in quickly!"

"This... I want to return to Mr. Shao Gui. The Queen is resting. I am afraid she will not be able to return to Mr. Gui today to pay her regards."

How could Yunwu fail to see what this noble lord was here for? However, His Majesty finally regained his love for his master and could not let him take it away from him again.

"Who said that I am here to pay my respects to the Queen!"

Shao Chun said, "I want to go to His Majesty, don't stop me!"

Yan Fu'an was sweating profusely, and he was afraid that he would be punished for saying something he shouldn't have said, so he declined a few words. Seeing that Shao Chun was really tough, he could only go in and ask Jin Chen what he meant.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door with his front foot, the palace maid and eunuch who had given up his back foot stopped Shunping and Yunwu, and rushed in with agility.

"His Majesty!"

Shao Chun's voice was crisp as he trotted into the dormitory. He happened to see Jin Chen hugging Wen Zhiheng and sleeping with him. He suddenly became unhappy and pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.

"Your Majesty! Why did you bring him out again!"

It was actually a questioning tone, but also had a coquettish aura, as if he was sure that Jin Chen would not punish him.

"You didn't even play with me today..."

"Shut up."

Jinchen subconsciously covered Wen Zhiheng's ears and scolded him coldly, "Who allowed you to come in?"

Yan Fu'an knelt on the ground, "This... slave really can't stop me."

Shao Chun was yelled at by Jin Chen, and he stopped in his tracks, his cat eyes widened and filled with mist, "Why are you so mean? How can you be so mean to me!"

The noise was so loud that even if Wen Zhiheng was sleeping deeply, he was woken up.

Wen Zhiheng opened his eyes weakly and glanced at the noisy Shaochen. Wen Zhiheng put his hand on his forehead.

"His Majesty."

"I'm here. Is Huai Feng feeling better?"

Wen Zhiheng avoided Jin Chen's hand, forced himself to sit up, and left his arms. His voice was very soft, but extremely indifferent.

"Since Mr. Shaogui wants you to accompany me, just go."

Why bother making noise in his place, it seems like flirting?