The return of the late emperor

Gao Yue specially found a vacant room for Min Ke. After all, although he doesn't drink wedding soup, he still has to do enough tricks on the surface.

The long follower had nothing to help him, so he withdrew from the house and stood guard at the door, so as not to cause any troubles for the future if any irrelevant people entered by mistake.

About half an hour later, the people inside opened the door, and the long follower saw Ming Ke was sweating profusely and Gao Yue helped him out, his face was pale and his limbs were weak. torture afterwards.

The long follower hurriedly stepped forward to help, shook his head to Gao Yue, motioned him to let go, and asked carefully, "Are you all right?"

"My lord, please don't worry, people will not be able to see it." Gao Yue smiled triumphantly, "As long as this lord comes to Duofu Pavilion regularly, I can guarantee that no one will ever know about it."

Seeing that he frowned, he hastily added a low-key explanation: "Of course, if the news leaks out, it's all due to the obsession of the little ghost, and Madam Ren doesn't know about it."

Chang Sui frowned, and glanced at him: "It's natural for senior executives to do things at ease."

Minke didn't have the time to listen carefully to what the two of them had to say at this time, he was in so much pain that he hadn't recovered from it yet, and even the bones still had the aftertaste of the pain just now.

Although what I drank was not Xitang, the medicine that could be faked was not a candied fruit. It hurts as much as it should hurt. It can't be faked.What's more, I already have half my life left, so I don't know if I can last two years after such a toss here, Min Ke smiled wryly.

The long follower supported Min Ke, and left the Duofu Pavilion step by step, and entered the inner palace again.

A servant of no rank who just entered the palace like Ming Ke now, naturally cannot be driven in a sedan chair.However, the gate of the inner palace was quite a distance away from Zhaoping Hall, so even though he was supported by his entourage, Ming Ke stopped and stopped all the way, another half an hour passed, and he had not yet reached halfway.

When Maolin went to Duofu Pavilion to find someone, he was told that the person had left, so he ran into the two of them on the way back to the palace.

"My lord, Your Highness wants you to go back quickly." Mao Lin finally found the long attendant, very happy, he hurriedly waved his hand to signal the sedan chair to stop, and walked to them in two or three steps.

Min Ke could barely pull up some strength. Hearing this, he pushed away the long attendant's hands supporting him, and said calmly, "My lord, go back first, I'll be there later."

Seeing Ming Ke's current appearance, and looking at the long follower who was still standing still, Mao Lin became anxious, "My lord, His Highness will be waiting later. Leave this brother to me, you Go back and report back first." After saying that, he stepped forward and reached out to support Min Ke.

Chang Sui thought that there would be no problem in this inner palace, and besides, with Mao Lin accompanying him, Emperor Jingdi would not have any accidents, so he hesitated for a moment, then jumped onto the sedan chair that Mao Lin was riding just now, and beckoned to the bearer to go immediately. Go back to Zhaoping Hall.

Changed to Mao Lin to accompany Min Ke, walking back and forth slowly back to Zhaoping Hall along the way.

There was crisp bird singing outside the window, and the house was already full of sunlight.

Changsun Qiyi woke up from a lethargy, and felt tired before she opened her eyes, her whole body was sore like a frame falling apart, as if she had run thousands of miles last night.Last night...he opened his eyes abruptly, got up from the bed, and saw an unfamiliar environment around him.

"It turns out that everything that happened last night was really not my own illusion." Changsun Qiyi murmured, as if he had lost his most cherished treasure all at once, his face gradually turned pale, and against the empty eyes, it was just shocking to see. Distressed.

But no one came to pity him, and he didn't need pity from others.

"Your Highness, break it when it's broken." Qu Feizhang has been drinking for a long time. If the grandson Qiyi still doesn't wake up, he might want to do it himself. After all, he has never been a patient person.

Even when he was still thinking about it, his patience was only given to He Wen alone. In the end... don't mention it, Qu Feizhang threw away the cup, raised his head, lifted the jug and raised his hand to directly pour it into his mouth.

Changsun Qiyi didn't expect that there were other people in the room. When she heard someone talking, her first reaction was to pull up the quilt to cover herself, and then she looked towards the source of the sound.

The clothes are disheveled, and the breasts are exposed.

These eight characters are Changsun Qiyi's first impression of Qu Feizhang. When he saw his face clearly, he was taken aback. This person is actually eight points similar to the person in a painting in the palace. So Then he unconsciously stared at Qu Feizhang for a long time.

"Don't look at me again. I don't like to be taken advantage of. If others owe me a little, they have to change their ways to get it back." Qu Feizhang drank all night, but the more he drank, the more sober he became. Seeing Changsun Qiyi sizing him up, he casually said something, and at the same time subconsciously touched the abacus on his waist, but it was a pity that it was in vain.

He froze for a moment, then withdrew his hand, put down the wine jug held by the other hand, and stroked his chest with both hands. At that moment, his heart suddenly ached.

Being said like this, Changsun Qiyi felt a little embarrassed, looked away in a panic, and brought out the usual cool and cold Yuan Jun.Thinking of what this person said just now, and thinking that I am in a different place at this moment, I belatedly feel vigilant, "Who are you?"

"Qu Feizhang."

The Qu family, the eldest grandson Qiyi knew about it, it could even be said that he knew it very well, but, "What kind of deal did my father make with you?" He suddenly had a terrible guess, but he didn't dare to think about it any further.

"Hasn't Your Highness already guessed it?" Qu Feizhang took a wine glass from the table again, and carefully played with it in his hand.

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