Funing Hall

Tomorrow is Zhao Cong's birthday, Zhao Cong and Qian Yue have been staying silently in the inner room of the main hall, and no one bothers them.

Zhao Shishi had been sitting alone at the desk, staring at the painting in front of him.

It is a picture of the pavilion in autumn, and it is also his birthday present to Zhao Cong.He paints intermittently, from summer to early autumn now.

He has been sitting at the table since sunset, until now.

Cha Xi came over to look at it several times, but every time he saw Xiao Langjun looking down at the painting, she didn't dare to disturb him.When it was time to go to sleep, she came in again and whispered: "Young Lord, you are going to sleep. Doctor Bai and Imperial Physician Deng have both told you not to hang your hands for a long time."

Zhao Shishi slowly came back to his senses, he looked up at Chaxi.

When Zhao Cong dies, Cha Xi will be very sad too.In other words, everyone in the Funing Palace will be very sad.Although Zhao Cong is weak, he is also a very powerful person. It seems that people who have been in contact with him a lot will prefer him.Even though that boy Jixiang didn't dare to tell the truth in front of him, he could tell that Jixiang had lost his mind occasionally in the past few days.

He thought about it, and comforted himself, even they would be reluctant.

He was a little reluctant, which was normal.

He stretched out his injured right hand, picked up a small seal at hand, and printed the three characters "Little Eleven" in the lower corner of the scroll.This small seal was also given to him by Zhao Cong, and he finished it slowly.

Cha Xi asked him: "Xiao Langjun, is it still in the brocade box you selected yesterday?"

He nodded, and Chaxi walked to the table, trying to help him roll up the drawing paper.

Zhao Shishi blocked her hand, and he rolled up the drawing paper again slowly, and then tied it with silk rope.He took the scroll with both hands and placed it in the brocade box meticulously.

Cha Xi vaguely sensed that there seemed to be something wrong with Mr. Xiao Lang today.

I don't know if she noticed a mistake, but she always felt that Xiao Langjun was covered with a faint layer of sadness.

But what is there to be sad about Xiao Langjun?

Not to mention that tomorrow is His Majesty's birthday, what a day.

She didn't understand very well, so she looked carefully at Zhao Shixi, but Zhao Shiyi had already got up and walked outside.

"Xiao Langjun, will you personally deliver this brocade box to His Majesty tomorrow morning?"

Zhao Shishi was stunned, and shook his head with his back turned to Chaxi.

"Hey—" Chaxi was puzzled again.

Zhao Shishi had already walked out of the study.

He and Zhao Cong will never meet again.The hasty side in the morning should be the last.He himself knew that even if he saw each other again, even if it was only for a moment, he would definitely regret it.

But he can't go back on his word.

He finally lived a new life, finally had such a starting point, and he couldn't be ruined by himself.

If Zhao Cong is not killed this time, it will always attract Zhao Zongning's attention, and it will be difficult for others to harm Zhao Cong in the future.No matter what, he would not kill Zhao Cong.

But if Zhao Cong did not die, he would never be able to cross that river for the rest of his life.

He can't ruin this life of life.

He said to himself again.

Zhao Cong's 16th birthday bowl of noodles, he can no longer accompany him to eat.

At the same time, Zhao Cong is still negotiating with Qian Yuemo.

"Your Majesty, everyone in the palace knows that you often go to the pavilion in the back garden to read and rest."

Zhao Cong nodded.

"Outside the pavilion is the lake. My concubine went there once a few days ago. Just sitting, I could touch the lotus leaves left in the summer with my hands. It was very close. And under the pavilion, there is a section of gravel road , very unfair."

"Do you suspect that they want to make a fuss about the pavilion?"

"Your Majesty, using this hallucinogenic food is nothing more than trying to make you hallucinate, and when you are dizzy, then—"

Zhao Cong understood what she meant, if Zhao Cong was not him at this time, he might have been dizzy by the poisonous mushroom.If someone tricked him to the edge of the lake, even if he slipped and fell into the water, it would have nothing to do with others after the investigation.After all, he was not poisoned. Who can find out this so-called phantom mushroom, which is rarely seen at this time?

Even if he didn't just fall into the water, or fall into some other pothole, he didn't fall to his death.It is not impossible to lead him to a place where there are few people, and hit him with a stick on the back of the head.

Everyone is dead, so what will happen then?

The person who harmed him has exhausted all the tricks and used such a subtle method, so he must be sure to win.They also thought that they were leading this matter, how could they know that from the very beginning, they fell into the stage set by Zhao Cong himself.

He couldn't help but smile again.

Qian Yuemo raised her eyes, seeing him smiling, she also smiled.

It's worth laughing. When this scene ends, some people will really end up.

She got up and bowed to salute: "Your Majesty, I will go back now, and I will meet you tomorrow." When she said "meet Your Majesty again", her voice dragged.

Zhao Cong helped her up and sent her out personally.

They went outside, only to find that it was raining outside.

Qian Yuemo looked up and smiled: "Your Majesty, God is helping you."

It's not helping him, the rain is so heavy, the road is so slippery, wouldn't it be better to act?

He wanted to ask Rantao to take her back with an umbrella, but was stopped by Qian Yuemo: "Your Majesty, there must be someone waiting for news about my concubine."

Zhao Cong smiled: "Be careful on the way, Yueniang."

"Remember, concubine." Qian Yuemo bowed again, reached out to hold Piao Shu's hand who came to pick her up from the steps, and walked into the rain together.Piaoshu held an umbrella for her, and there were two little maids holding palace lanterns in front of her.

The group of them walked out of Funing Palace, walked around the palace road, and walked back to Xueliu Pavilion.

As soon as he entered the Xueliu Pavilion, a little palace lady greeted him.

They stopped, Piao Shu took a closer look, frowned and said: "It's raining, how dare you block our wife's way!"

The little palace maid didn't think the ground was wet, so she knelt down immediately and said in a low voice, "Please forgive me, my maidservant is served by Mrs. Qi's side. Mrs. Qi is worried about your majesty, so she specially ordered the maidservant to wait for Concubine Shu. Our lady said, tomorrow will be done." It's His Majesty's birthday, I want to go to greet His Majesty, and ask Concubine Shu to help her speak in front of His Majesty."

Qian Yue said softly: "Your Majesty is not feeling well today, and I'm afraid he won't be able to get up tomorrow. If you Madam Qi really want to say hello, you can kowtow outside the hall."

The little palace maid lowered her head, her eyes lit up, and she said in fear, "Your Majesty... isn't your body in good shape?"

"Hey, it's autumn and it's cold, and His Majesty's health is getting worse day by day. Today... Forget it, you can go down." Qian Yuemo didn't want to say any more, and walked into Xueliu Pavilion.

Piao Shu whispered: "Miss Qi is too ignorant of the rules! How can there be such a reason?!" After finishing speaking, she whispered again, "Lady, the servant girl just looked at His Majesty's face, and it seems that there is nothing wrong..."

Qian Yue smiled silently: "Swallow it in your stomach."

Where is the little palace maid belonging to Mrs. Qi?

Madam Qi is also pitiful, quick-tempered, and stupid, and she doesn't know she's being used like this.

As she expected, the little palace maid left Xueliu Pavilion in an orderly manner after the group left, seemingly heading back to Yanming Pavilion.

After rounding the corner, he ran towards the empty Kunning Hall.

Due to the rain, there was no one on the palace road, and in the silent night, the only sound was the sound of standing water as she ran.

Zhao Cong was still thinking about what Ji Li said about Zhao Shiyi's first ejaculation.

In the evening, he had something to discuss with Qian Yuemo, and no one came to the side hall. Since Zhao Shixi had obediently taken the medicine, he didn't go to the side hall either.

At this time he went to the side hall, because it was raining, the people in the side hall did not expect him to come at this time.All the little eunuchs in the corridor knelt down: "Your Majesty."

"Xiao Langjun has rested?"

"Yes."

"Who's keeping watch there?"

"Your Majesty, it is the chief of the Jixiang Pavilion."

Zhao Cong nodded, Rantao stepped forward and opened the door, and he walked in.

Zhao Shishi had really rested, but he couldn't sleep anymore.

He knew he couldn't sleep on this bed for too long, but in fact he hadn't slept on this bed for too long.

He heard the sound of rain outside the window, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch the wound that was still bandaged.At the beginning, he touched slowly, and the sadness, disappointment and worry that quickly surged in Zhao Cong's eyes when he saw the injury on his body appeared in front of his eyes, as well as the scene of Zhao Cong standing in the back garden furiously, and even Zhao Cong standing Angrily saying "You're still laughing!" at the bedside.

Unconsciously, he pulled out a smile.

He opened his eyes and looked at the top of the bed, but he could still see Zhao Cong standing in the light at the entrance of Kunning Hall, reaching out to him calmly, saying "come here".

His eyes are a little bitter.

Zhao Cong is really the best person to him.

He is really a heartless person, he is not even a person, he is not a thing, his mother treats him well, because that is his mother.

Zhao Cong was the only one who treated him too well without any blood relationship with him.

He was the only person who treated him well in his two lifetimes for more than 30 years.

For such a good person to him, he wants to watch him die.

He scratched the wound hard, and the wound was painful, but he didn't even blink his eyes, but the astringency in the corners of his eyes finally stopped.The wound seemed to be open again, and blood flowed out.

Blood is fine, as long as it's not tears, it's fine.

He pulled the quilt over his face.

He was immersed in this emotion.

Suddenly footsteps came from outside the curtain, and his body froze.

Ji Xiang hurriedly knelt down, saluted, and whispered: "Your Majesty."

Zhao Cong also asked in a low voice: "Asleep?"

"Yes."

"I'll take a look at him." Zhao Cong stepped forward, lifted the curtain, and saw Zhao Shishi covering himself in the quilt.He chuckled, and stretched out his hand to pull down the quilt, but Zhao Shishi seemed to have used all his strength before going to bed, and the quilt was pulled tightly.If he pulled it down again, he might wake up Zhao Shishi, but seeing that there were still some gaps, he stopped.

He put down the curtain again, lowered his head and said to Jixiang, "Come here."

Ji Xiang walked out of the inner room with him, Zhao Cong randomly picked a chair and sat down, looked at him a few times, this is also a strange person, holding poisonous goji berries but not harming him.

He asked: "Do you know about Mr. Xiao Lang's ejaculation last time?"

Ji Xiang was stunned, and looked up at Zhao Cong, only to see that His Majesty's complexion was a little pale again, and he was poisoned again.

Zhao Cong himself thought that Zhao Shishi's fear of the mutton soup because of such a thing was very cute, but he didn't have a good attitude towards Jixiang. He sneered: "What use are you guys for?!" Only then did he realize that he was still pretending to be sick, but in front of Ji Xiang, he quickly coughed a few more times.

Ji Xiang hurriedly replied: "It's a small negligence!"

"He was bullied in the palace, and now he managed to be more active in the palace. How does he know about that? You're lucky, you can't comfort him, and you don't even know it!" Zhao Cong said angrily. , the voice is very soft, and the breath is obviously insufficient.

"The small ones are wrong."

"Forget it, this matter is over. You will watch carefully in the future, and once again, come and let me know immediately!"

"Yes!"

Zhao Cong got up to leave, but his body was crooked, Rantao quickly came up to support him, worried: "Your Majesty, hurry back and rest."

Rantao was a little restless today, but His Majesty and Concubine Shu kept talking inside, and she couldn't go in to disturb her.When His Majesty came out again, his complexion became bad again.Fortunately, she still remembered His Majesty's words, and His Majesty seemed to have plans in mind.

That day in the Chui Gong Hall, the Empress Dowager Sun had nothing to do with His Majesty, so why be afraid? !

She comforted herself like this, and helped Zhao Cong back.

After Zhao Cong left, Jixiang walked into the inner room silently.

He didn't speak, neither did Zhao Shishi inside the curtain.

Jixiang didn't know whether he should tell him about this, but even he couldn't bear to hear it. After hearing this, can you still watch His Majesty die?

If His Majesty does not die, what is the meaning of Lang Jun's plans over the past few years?

It's not easy for your majesty, but is it easy for your lord?

And who is easy.

He hesitated so much, Zhao Shiyi lifted the curtain and looked back at him.

Jixiang couldn't help but knelt down on the ground.

"What did he say to you?"

Jixiang gritted his teeth, bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty asked Xiao Haosheng to take care of you, and asked you to take medicine on time."

After a long time, Zhao Shixi said slowly: "Understood." He put down the curtain again.

Jixiang heaved a sigh of relief, but his heart was filled with endless sadness.

Such a good emperor.

After all, it is a pity.

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