Qinse is in the imperial court, forgetting both favor and disgrace

Zhao Rang was devastated, and had no choice but to go back to the room. How could he fall asleep again when he was too ugly, and sat by the window, his heart was full of furious waves.

Li Lang's sudden and frightening act really shook Zhao Rang to his wits, as if it were a fantasy.The two of them are no longer ignorant teenagers, they have already understood Zhou Gong's etiquette, so it is even more difficult for Zhao Rang to believe that Li Lang's move was purely unintentional or accidental.

Although it was only a flash, it was undoubtedly a more intimate and different action than the previous one of raising eyebrows and touching eyebrows, Zhao Rang couldn't understand Li Lang's intention.

This matter really made him feel more restless than the sudden death of his wife and sister. After all, he had prepared for the first event, but the latter event caught him off guard.

Thinking to no avail, Zhao Rang stood up from the window and was about to open the door to check the wind, but the door opened first, and a girl came in with a plate of food in her hand. The girl just stepped into the room, and the door closed again. The guards outside the door really did their duty , dare not neglect.

The girl put the food plate on the round table, picked up a porcelain bowl on top of it, carefully bent down, raised her hands to Zhao Rang, and said in a soft and trembling voice, "General, please drink ginseng soup."

Zhao Rang took it. Although the candlelight in the room was weak, it was enough for him to recognize that the person who came was the younger sister who had glimpsed before.

When he went out with his father, this younger sister was still an infant, and she still remembered that she was a little baby with pink makeup and jade. He was sent to prison miserably, but at that time he was already cold-hearted and lazy, and almost lost all thoughts. In addition, the only biological mother who was close to him died a few years before this matter. To him, this sister seemed to have never existed.

But now that the young girl Tingtingyu is standing in front of Zhao Rang, it is hard for him to imagine how much she has suffered because of her identity as the rebellious general's sister. It was he who lost another sister that night, and both of them suffered from guilt and guilt. Zhao Rang suddenly felt extremely depressed, his eyes went dark, and he almost dropped the bowl. Fortunately, the young girl took it quickly, so that the soup boiled with good ginseng was not spilled cleanly.

"If the general is not feeling well, you might as well sit down and let the servant wait on the general." The girl's voice was like a human being, and she was as weak as a willow in the wind. Zhao Rang smiled wryly, looked at her eyebrows and eyes carefully, and answered after a long while: "You... ...Or is it called Changle? Just now...did you hear what the emperor said? Do you know who I am?"

"Returning to the general, the maidservant's nickname is indeed Changle, the Changle of Changle Weiyang. The maidservant does not know who the general is, but His Majesty orders the servantservant to serve the general, and the servantservant will do it with all his heart." Changle lowered his eyebrows and looked respectful, "Please sit down, general. The servant waits for you to drink the soup."

Zhao Rang didn't get her way, and sat at the table, seeing Chang Le kneeling beside him, he couldn't help saying: "No need, I will come by myself. Chang Le...you don't need to call yourself a slave in front of me, you and I are of the same blood... I I don't want you to call me elder brother, but I also ask you not to call me 'general'..."

Changle skillfully scooped up a tablespoon of ginseng soup and sent it to Zhao Rang's mouth. Zhao Rang couldn't avoid it, so he had to open his mouth to swallow. His hard-boned arrogance was never used to showing women, children, old and weak, even if this was not his own sister, He is not good at refusing.

After the soup bottomed out, Changle put the bowl back, took out a delicate embroidered handkerchief from his bosom, and wanted to wipe Zhao Rang's mouth, but Zhao Rang turned around and said again: "Changle? You...can you tell me speak?"

Chang Le was speechless for a moment, and suddenly smiled softly: "General, why must you be so polite to your slaves? You are a general of Eastern Chu, or the monarch of South Vietnam, and you are high above you, but your slaves have been despised since they were sensible, and their families were ruined. Comparable to ants, it is the slaves who should beg the general, don't say anything like 'blood of the same origin', the general will be ridiculed for his self-deprecation, and others will also scold the slaves for being shameless and climbing dragons and phoenixes."

These words were still as soft as a spring breeze until the last words, but Zhao Rang only felt the coldness blowing towards his face, no less than that emanating from the sword that Li Lang held around his neck before, piercing through the flesh and blood, Pierce into the bone marrow.

Zhao Rang stared at Changle, the girl's facial features were soft and charming, although she was somewhat similar to him, she was a bit prettier than him, and in a few days, she would be able to grow into an extraordinary and beautiful woman.

He couldn't bear to look at it anymore, turned his head and said, "If that's the case, tell me about you."

"Please, general, I will tell you everything."

Zhao Rang thought for a while, then said softly, "How are you doing?"

This question can really be regarded as a "big question". If it is vulgar, it can even be called a bullshit question. After Zhao Rang said it, he regretted it. He is the chief culprit of Changle's fate, but now he is so lightly addressing her wound. Sprinkle salt--

But Chang Le did not change his color, and smiled brightly: "Thank you, General, Chang Le has no worries about food and clothing. Compared with other people in the clan, it is extremely fortunate."

She was young, with a gentle face, but what she said was a needle hidden in the cotton. Zhao Rang heard the severe pain in his heart, and he was speechless, with mixed feelings stagnating in his heart, and he became short of breath and chest tightness.

As black shadows flashed by in front of his eyes, Zhao Rang felt that his back and armpits were profusely sweating. He tried his best to hold on, waving his hands to push Chang Le back, fearing that if he fell to the ground, he would hurt her.

Changle obviously thought that Zhao Rang was furious and unwilling to face the tragedy he had created. Now that she had suffered the pain, anger, hatred and hatred of the remnants of the traitor family for many years, she no longer forced herself to smile and speak softly. The elder brother who had never met but pushed her into the abyss with one hand, trembled with excitement: "Do you really want to know if I am doing well? Zhao Rang, the whole family fell to the ground because of you, and only I survived to be your traitor!" The thief's younger sister survived, a lowly servant, to serve you, tell me, how am I?"

The hatred in her eyes was not something that Zhao Rang could bear any longer, he just felt dizzy, his throat was unbearably sweet, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, which couldn't be covered up, and splashed directly on Chang Le's skirt, Chang Le's face turned pale with shock, Turning around to open the door for help, Zhao Rang hurriedly stopped him: "No!"

Although his voice was weak, his tone was extremely firm, Chang Le stopped in his tracks, hesitant: "But you..."

Zhao Rang shook his head and said, "It's okay. You go out first and don't make a sound. If someone asks, you just say... just say that I asked you about your family's recent situation, and don't mention anything else."

Seeing that Changle was hesitant, Zhao Rang wiped the blood from his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "Go get someone to come in now, I'm in such a shape, you must be held accountable, and I... can't protect you, you try to leave me alone." It's always right to clean up the relationship. Let's go."

Chang Le froze for a moment, bit her lip slightly, turned around again, walked to the door, and heard Zhao Rang whisper behind her: "I'm sorry...you take care..."

She is both sad and angry, her hatred is like a poisonous snake biting her heart, but she has no choice but to bring self-pity and compassion. This is obviously her last relative, her only brother, why does she look like this, so that she can't love him? , Are you tired?She almost couldn't bear to ask the question she couldn't understand: Zhao Rang, why did you betray?

But Zhao Rang's urging again made Chang Le shut up, she silently wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks, opened the door and left.

After Changle left, Zhao Rang couldn't sit still any longer, slipped from the chair, and fell to the ground limply. Although his body was weak, his mind was clear. He suspected that the soup was a medicine, but soon found out that it was not Li Lang. It was superfluous, but his depression, rain, damp and cold, and shoulder injury directly caused the residual poison in his body to cause trouble.

He has experienced this poisonous hair several times. First, he vomited blood urgently, and soon his internal organs were on fire. Although there are medicines to suppress the poison and relieve the pain, it still cannot be eradicated. Or be in a daze and look like a useless person.

Whether it is the Eastern Chu doctors or the Nanyue people, they are at a loss for this poison. They can only take care of them and suppress the toxin.Over the past few years, the poison has penetrated deep into the spleen, although it is not life-threatening, every time the poison occurs, it is extremely unbearable.

Zhao Rang lay on the ground with his eyes closed, unaware that his whole body was soaked in sweat. He thought to himself that the longer he was away from Chang Le, the better he would be able to keep her safe. There was blood everywhere.

It wasn't until he felt that if he didn't call out that he was going to faint, he got up from the ground, staggered and rushed to the door, the door opened, and the two guards were all shocked when they saw him in such a miserable state.

Zhao Rang grabbed one of them and said calmly: "Don't panic, this is an old illness, it's nothing to do, it has nothing to do with that--that dancer girl..."

As soon as the words fell, his eyes suddenly went dark and he fell unconscious.

After receiving the notification, Li Lang hurried over and listened to the guard's report. He immediately understood the root cause of Zhao Rang's "old disease". But he missed that girl's low status, how could she not harbor hatred?

In this way, Zhao Rang, who was already mourning the loss of his love, was even more irritated. Li Lang couldn't help but secretly scolded him, he was as stupid as a pig.

However, because of this, he was also alert in his heart. He knew the truth of "caring for chaos", but he had never experienced it personally. Zhao Rang could make him lose his calm judgment. This person may be just like what Cao Lin said. Useless.

It is useless to keep it, and it is unbearable to kill it.

In the end, it was Li Lang's fault for making a wrong decision, not Zhao Rang. Li Lang looked at the unconscious person on the bed, and felt the regret of being powerless back then. He forcibly turned his eyes away and asked Wei Yixiao who had just finished his pulse diagnosis: " How? Is it important?"

Wei Yixiao couldn't help sighing, he had been traveling all night without rest, and at dawn there were waves on the ground, he could only feel sorry for his fate: "Life is not important, it's just that his unusual illness is poisonous."

"Poison hair?" Li Lang was startled, could it be that Xie's family had such supernatural powers to poison him secretly?

"I'm afraid this poison has been in his body for some years," Wei Yixiao hurriedly said, "It's just been suppressed by his own cultivation and medicine, so it won't cause a big mess. Now it's internal and external troubles, and the evil poison took advantage of it. It takes a while to recuperate so that you won’t suffer from physical weakness.”

At the end of the conversation, Wei Yixiao hesitated, how long can Zhao Rang survive in Jinling?What's the point of raising him until he's as strong as an ox before imposing capital punishment?

Li Lang pondered for a moment and then asked: "Can't this poison be completely cleared?"

"It's difficult," Wei Yixiao shook his head bluntly, "at least this humble minister is helpless. The poison is hidden in his internal organs. It's not easy to detoxify without harming the body? Even if the poison is cleared, this person... gone."

Knowing that Wei Yixiao's medical skills are superb, since it's not easy for him to say it, there are few in the world who are able to rejuvenate. Although Li Lang was disappointed, he didn't give up, and asked: "Then let's talk about how to avoid the poison."

Wei Yixiao couldn't help but look at the emperor one more time when he heard the question. He felt the same puzzlement as Cao Lin. This Zhao Ranglun's behavior is the most chilling betrayer, and his appearance and appearance are really nothing special. The emperor What is the purpose of being so attentive to this person?

But when the emperor asked, he had no choice but to answer, Wei Yi said with a smile: "There is no need to pay special attention, don't be like this tonight, I will prescribe medicine for him to recuperate."

Li Lang nodded, hesitated for a moment, dismissed Wei Yixiao, sat alone by the bed, looked at Zhao Rang's pale face that had lost all color, and couldn't help reaching out his hand to gently caress his cheek.

Although the beard and beard on Zhao Rang's cheeks were not yet formed, they were quite prickly. Li Lang didn't feel uncomfortable, but felt a slight touch in his heart.

Before it was too late, he got up and called someone to pass on the Changle. Looking at the girl kneeling on the ground, he said peacefully: "When we return to Jinling, I will order the Ministry of Rites to remove your music, and you will stay with your brother, so that you can live happily ever after." take care of."