bluestone

After that day, there was no news from Lu Xiang.

Lu Yun knows the seriousness of the book, and Qingming is not worried that he will tell the matter; as for the matter between him and Mu Lei, Qingming thinks that he will never be Mu Lei's opponent.

Not surprisingly, it won't be long before it should be confirmed.

One night a few days later, it rained suddenly.

Because Qingming didn't like people keeping watch at night, and it was midsummer, and the windows were open, cold air entered the emperor's bedroom unscrupulously.

If in the past, Qingming was in good health and possessed internal strength, he would not have any problems; but now...

The summer quilt was cold, and the cold wind that blew all night not only caused Qingming's old injuries, but also caught a cold.

Waking up in the morning, Qingming felt that his limbs were sore and limp, his head was dizzy, and his left shoulder and knees were tingling.

He resisted the discomfort in his body, got up, changed his clothes and washed his hands.

Dong Gui brought someone to serve breakfast, and saw that his expression was not right, so he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, I see that you feel unwell, do you need to summon the imperial physician?"

"No rush, let's talk about it later in the morning."

"……Yes."

In the early morning, Qingming leaned lazily on the dragon chair, listening to the important matters being played by the ministers below, answering one or two from time to time, with a dry and hoarse voice, and coughing twice from time to time.

The courtiers could see that the emperor was not feeling well, but they were not surprised. After all, the young emperor had been in poor health since he was seriously injured five years ago.

On the other hand, Han Tuo, since returning to Beijing, has been going to court every day, but he has never interfered in the affairs of the court, just standing there quietly, without looking at the people above.

Hearing his hoarse voice, suppressed cough and heavy panting today, Han Tuo's heart was shaking up and down along with his voice. look.

It's okay not to look at it, but I was shocked when I saw it.

Pale and weak face, tired and weak black eyes, no longer the high spirits of many years ago.

In his never-fading memory, that handsome young man in blue was so chic and glamorous, but now, he has a thinner body than before, a paler complexion, and that inexplicable scar... What did he suffer back then? what?

The hand hanging by his side kept clenching his fist, his five fingers clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and the joints were bluish-white; his dark face was even more gloomy, and even released a murderous intent that made everyone terrified in an instant.

All the ministers above the main hall shivered involuntarily.

Qingming's consciousness became more cloudy and drowsy, and his senses became much more sluggish, but he felt that the atmosphere below seemed to be cold for a moment, and he didn't notice anything else, let alone Han Tuo's gaze.

Finally waited until the retreat.

The moment Qingming stood up, his eyes turned black, and he fell back to the dragon chair.

The bowed courtiers didn't notice it, only Han Tuo who had been quietly paying attention to him from the corner of his eye noticed it, and moved half a step forward involuntarily, resisting the urge to step forward to support him after all.

He watched helplessly as Dong Gui, the chief eunuch, helped Qingming away.

The officials exited Chengqian Hall and walked towards the palace gate, and saw the little eunuch hurriedly leading the head of the imperial hospital towards the emperor's bedroom.

Han Tuo looked at the backs of the imperial doctors, stopped slightly, and finally turned away.

That night

A black shadow escaped the palace guards and guards and came to the door of the emperor's bedroom.

After looking around for a while, he stepped into the inner hall.

Dong Gui originally wanted to keep a few palace servants to wait in the inner hall, but Qing Ming insisted on refusing, and the servants had no choice but to leave the imperial bedroom.

Qingming was lying alone on the bed in the emperor's bedroom, seemingly asleep, but his body was hot and cold, his hands and feet were cold, he was sweating profusely, and his mind was so dizzy that he couldn't tell whether he was asleep or not.

Han Tuo quietly walked to the side of the couch, lifted the bed curtain, and saw his unusually rosy face.

Sitting short on the edge of the couch, he raised his right hand and stretched it towards his cheek.

The slightly rough warm fingers lightly touched his cheek, which was as smooth and delicate as in memory, but now it was so hot that he was greedy for the familiar touch, and unconsciously his entire palm was attached to his face .

Qingming rubbed his palm suddenly, so frightened that Han Tuo almost thought he was woken up by himself, and sat there stiffly, not daring to move.

Qingming opened his eyes slightly in a drowsy state, his eyes were blurred, he could only see a hazy black shadow, so he had to close his eyes again.

"Nuan...so warm..." He couldn't stop raving, with infinite nostalgia.

When Han Tuo heard the sound, he paused for a while when he was about to withdraw his hand.

Afterwards, Han Tuo reached out and took out his hand hidden under the quilt, his eyes were focused, and the internal force in his body was poured into Qing Ming from the hands they held.

However, he soon noticed that something was wrong. The internal force that should have smoothly entered the meridians of his body encountered a blockage, and the location happened to be the injury on his shoulder.

He withdrew his inner strength, thought for a while, lifted the quilt slightly, and then pulled his clothes away.

He didn't have time to check it out last time, so now he just happened to take a closer look, what's going on, carefully feel the touch of his hand, there is a bulge on the delicate skin, the same position as the front, and there is also a bulge on the back .

Arrow wound?And it's still a penetrating wound.

What puzzled him even more was how could such an injury, the methods of the etheric doctors and countless good medicines in the palace make his internal strength disappear for nothing?

As far as he knew, the assassination was done by the killer of Heimen, it seemed that he needed to find a way to clarify what happened back then.

"...cold...cold..." Qingming murmured hoarsely.

Han Tuo hurriedly pulled his clothes back, but he was still shaking; he wanted to use his internal energy to drive him away from the cold, but this method was not feasible.

He stood up abruptly, pulled off the quilt, took off his shoes, turned on the bed, and held him in his arms.

Feeling the warmth, Qingming took the initiative to nestle into his arms. He seemed to smell a familiar smell at the tip of his nose, and his lips could not help but smile.

"Yaoyan..."

Han Tuo opened his closed eyes suddenly, and looked at the person in his arms in surprise.

After a while, he pursed his lips and closed his eyes again.

Second day

Qingming woke up from a deep sleep, feeling warm all over his body.

He has not woken up from the warmth for a long time.

I am used to the constant coldness for several years, but I feel that this kind of warmth is too illusory, just like the dream last night.

He actually dreamed of Han Tuo again, dreaming that he was hugging him and falling asleep with him.

Ridiculous, after all, it was just a dream.

I feel that my condition is getting better, but I am still very weak. Thinking that I have just had such a dream, and I have to go to the court to face the person who has never looked up at me, I feel infinitely tired.

It's only been six years, and he can't hold on any longer.

"Dong Gui, the order is not early today, if you have important matters, come to the emperor's bedroom to report." Qing Ming ordered outside.

"Yes."

On the other hand, after Qingming left from the Emperor's bedroom before Qingming woke up, Han Tuo did not return to the residence immediately, but went to the Huacao Pavilion by detour.

In addition to being a brothel, Huacao Pavilion is also a place to buy and sell news from Jianghu.

"Brother Han, why are you here? And it's still so early? Don't you need to accompany your wife?" You Lan looked at Han Tuo in surprise.

"I came today to ask about something." Han Tuo avoided answering.

Ever since she heard about Han Tuo's marriage, You Lan has been wanting to ask him what's going on, but because she didn't have the chance, now that she finally has the chance, how could she not ask.Just seeing his expressionless and preoccupied face, I couldn't ask any more questions.

"Brother Han wants to ask my younger sister what? My younger sister must know everything."

"The first one is about the assassination at Lingquan Temple five years ago. I want to know the details at that time."

"This..." You Lan didn't expect that this was what he wanted to ask, so she hesitated and didn't answer.

"What's wrong?" Han Tuo asked when she saw her hesitation.

"Well, regarding the assassination five years ago, the master ordered that no details should be disclosed to anyone. In addition, the matter of Heimen is the same. No one is allowed to provide any information. I'm really sorry, I can't help you. You are busy." You Lan was full of apology.

"What if I insist on knowing?" Han Tuo was unmoved, without any intention of retreating.

"Then how about this, little sister will help elder brother ask the master for instructions."

"Then trouble you."

"No trouble, it should be."

After speaking, Youlan backed out.

Han Tuo didn't wait long, and You Lan came back.

"How about it?"

"Master asked me to take you to his place."

Han Tuo frowned, but still followed.

The top floor of Grass Pavilion

"Brother, please." You Lan pushed open the door and backed away sideways. When Han Tuo entered the room, she closed the door again and backed away.

Han Tuo entered the room, hesitated for a moment, walked slowly behind the screen, and saw the two people standing one by one and sitting on the edge of the collapse.

"General Han, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come here to be safe~" Ji Yueliu smiled coquettishly.

"So it was you." Han Tuo was slightly surprised, but immediately returned to normal.

He had long heard that the backing of Fangcao Pavilion was very strong, but he hadn't cared much about it, so he didn't think about it. Now that he knew it, it was reasonable and nothing to be surprised about.

"Come and sit~" Ji Yueliu tilted her head slightly, motioning for him to sit opposite her.

Hearing this, Han Tuo walked over and sat down.

"The smell of ambergris is so strong, he must have just come out of the emperor's bedroom. How is he?"

"I'm not here today to answer your question." Han Tuo paused, but finally answered his question, "It's not very good."

"Really? However, it's no wonder that the injury was so severe back then, and I didn't take a good rest after that. The trauma was healed, but it also left hidden dangers; and then I worked hard all day to deal with government affairs and exhausted my efforts. How can I get healthy?" What!" It seemed to be a soliloquy that came casually, but in Han Tuo's ears, it seemed to be hinting at something.

"Oh~ I accidentally said too much, where did I talk about just now?" Ji Yueliu pretended not to remember clearly, and suddenly said, "By the way, you are here to ask for news? You can ask, everything I know I can tell you everything."

Ji Yueliu changed the subject lightly, as if she hadn't said anything just now.

Han Tuo frowned, but didn't ask him what he meant just now.

"I want to know the details of the assassination of the emperor at Lingquan Temple."

"The incident at Lingquan Temple!" Ji Yueliu thought for a while, and then replied, "Actually, there is nothing worth mentioning about what happened back then, it was nothing more than what you heard. I went to Lingquan Temple to offer incense, and when I was enjoying the scenery in the back mountain, I was assassinated by the killer of Heimen, outnumbered and outnumbered, the emperor was seriously injured in order to protect the queen."

"That's the only way?" Han Tuo obviously didn't believe it would be so simple.

"What else do you think?" Ji Yueliu asked without answering.

"As far as I know, the emperor followed at least a thousand inner guards and a hundred hidden guards when he left the palace. Stay intact until the guards arrive."

"Well, what you're talking about is the hidden guards~ how can there be a hundred of them, but only ten of them followed the empress that day!"

Han Tuo suddenly felt cold all over, and the air froze instantly.