[Wu Zetian colleagues] Wu Lingchun

Wan'er sprayed Wu Zhao's body with a mouthful of porridge, and even sprayed a few grains of rice on Wu Zhao's face.

Next to him, the faces of the imperial physician Ling and Zhao Ying turned green with fright.

The two of them almost knelt down on their knees.

Wu Zhao didn't seem to notice it, but raised his hand to touch his cheek, and there was a grain of rice and a little porridge sticking to his fingertips.

Then, under Wan'er's astonished gaze, Wu Zhao put his fingertips to his lips and tasted it.

"It tastes good, reward!" Wu Zhao said.

This "reward" was ordered by Zhao Ying, and the reward was the imperial chef who cooked the porridge.

The phrase "it tastes good" sounds like praising the porridge's good taste, but the porridge grains don't come from the bowl, but from...

Wan'er's face blushed again in shame.

She had to admit: In terms of thick skin, compared with Wu Zhao, she was willing to bow down.

However, if she admits it in her heart, Wan'er doesn't show it at all on the surface.

As if nothing had happened before, Wan'er calmly held the bowl and spoon, and drank the rest of the porridge without any haste.

During this period, Wu Zhao watched Wan'er's every move with a smile that was not a smile, as if frozen.

Wan'er pretended not to notice the obsession in her eyes at all, she was willing to stare at it, so she let her look.

After finally finishing the porridge, Wu Zhao took over the empty bowl so attentively that she almost became a little maid serving Wan'er.

Wan'er felt weird.

Wu Zhao didn't know it, and called the imperial physician to order: "Wang Qing, take a pulse."

The Imperial Physician Ling couldn't wait for the sound, so he hurried forward, felt Wan'er's pulse, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Miss Shangguan is fine. According to my opinion, there is no need to use medicine, right?" the imperial physician ordered.

It is a three-point poison of medicine, which is not bad.

Wan'er was not sick at all, but was caused by hunger, hunger and exhaustion.

Thinking of how "tired" she was, Wan'er's eyes drifted into the couch uncomfortably.

It's true that the same rice feeds two different people. She is so tired, but Wu Zhao is still doing everything as usual, as if she has never experienced that kind of desire, life, desire, and death at all, so angry!

Wu Zhao listened to the imperial physician's order and nodded, "That's fine."

It was rare for her to say "Thank you" to the imperial physician's order politely, and then ordered Zhao Ying to "send Wang Qing for me".

The imperial doctor Ling was scared to death by her, the first reaction in his head was not that the queen mother was in a good mood, but whether he had done something to offend the queen mother or said something he shouldn't have said.

Otherwise, why is the Queen Mother so abnormal?

On the way out of the palace, the imperial physician Ling thought about his words and deeds before the drive from the beginning to the end twice back and forth, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Maybe...the Queen Mother is really in a good mood?

Wu Zhao, who was slandered by the Imperial Physician Order, didn't know.

She only knows to guard Wan'er at the moment, this kind of "guarding" mood is really subtle——

In short, it is a feeling that is inseparable from the feeling of "good".

Wu Zhao felt as if he was several years younger.

Zhao Ying backed out with a particularly winking look, saying that he was going to obey the Queen Mother's order to reward the imperial chef. In fact, would it take a long time for that kind of thing?

Wan'er guessed that the old eunuch must have rewarded the imperial cook and then hid himself out of sight.

It's nothing more than fear that he will be an eyesore here, or that Wu Zhao will think he is an eyesore, and he will not let go of his hands and feet if he wants to do something.

Wanna do... do something?

What else do you want to do!

Wan'er rounded her eyes, looking at Wu Zhao vigilantly.

Wu Zhao also opened his eyes slightly, looking back at her rather innocently.

The two of them really stared wide-eyed——

The hall was so empty that only the two of them were left, and then suddenly fell silent, neither of them spoke.

I am most afraid of the sudden silence in the air...

Wan'er pursed her lips.

"How long have I been asleep?" she asked, taking her eyes off Wu Zhao's face.

Wu Zhao raised his eyebrows: "Not long."

How long is not long?

Wan'er frowned.

Why did the conversation between the two suddenly become so unnutritious?

Wan'er began to miss the time when the two of them were mixed with each other, and the burning oil that they experienced not long ago...

Unexpectedly, Wan'er's little face became warm again.

"If it's been a long time, it's not just the imperial physician's order here." Wu Zhao said quietly again.

Wan'er heard that there was something in her words, and looked over with slanted eyebrows.

"If you sleep for another seventeen hours, I will only be able to summon the soul again." Wu Zhao said in a normal tone, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.

Wan'er was startled by the word "calling the soul".

It turned out that when she was in a coma for seventeen hours and her soul almost returned to her original body, Wu Zhao really summoned her soul?

It was also because of Wu Zhao's summoning of the soul in this time and space that her body in another time and space could not be revived. Was her soul dragged back in the end?

Calling back souls, it sounds like feudal superstition could not be more feudal.

However, there are so many things that cannot be explained by science in this world, how do you know that they have no possibility and rationality for their existence?

Otherwise, is it just a coincidence that my soul was forcibly pulled back?

Wan'er shook her head silently in her heart.

"If I don't wake up again, will you really summon my soul?" Wan'er asked.

"Don't you believe it?" Do you believe I can do it?Still don't believe that I will summon your soul?

There are two layers of deep meaning in a sentence, and only the two of them can understand it.

At this moment, if there is a third person in the room and hear the conversation between the two, they will all be terrified.

Wan'er was silent for a long time when asked.

"I've heard..."

heard?

Wu Zhao stared.

"...Sanskrit sounds curled up, and there was the sound of chanting Taoist scriptures." Recalling that dreamlike experience, Wan'er couldn't help but sigh.

"You invited the eminent monks and daoists to build a dojo, so you can recruit my soul?" Wan'er looked at Wu Zhao intently.

Wu Zhao nodded slowly.

"This time, are they also prepared to summon my soul again if something happens to me?"

Wu Zhao frowned, then nodded again.

Wan'er was silent again.

Let out a soft breath: "Do you still remember what I told you in Zichen Palace?"

Wu Zhao narrowed his eyes, and immediately understood what Wan'er was referring to: "Are you trying to say, just as I took over Li Tang's power, you're going to take over mine?"

Wan'er's heart trembled when she heard the words, but her gaze refused to let go: "Yes."

Wu Zhao chuckled lightly.

"You don't believe it?" Wan'er raised her eyebrows.

Wu Zhao shook his head lightly.

Wan'er looked at her inquiringly: "Since you believe it, you should know that keeping me is a disaster. I know everything, everything, and of course I also know how to hold all the power in my hands."

Wu Zhao's eyes darkened: "But you overlooked one thing."

"what's up?"

"I haven't got Li Tang's power yet, how can you imitate me and get the power of the country from my hands?"

The corner of Wan'er's mouth twitched.

This man is really smart, and his ability to grasp the key points is extraordinary.

In Wan'er's heart, she doesn't feel lost because of this, but instead has a kind of pride of "this is the person I love", which arises spontaneously.

The disdainful expression on her face remained unchanged: "How do you know that I won't take a shortcut?"

"Take a shortcut?" Wu Zhao tilted his head in interest.

She smiled suddenly: "Let me think about it for you, how do you take the shortcut?"

As he said that, Wu Zhao really counted for Wan'er with his fingers: "If you want to bypass Zhen and gain power in the country, the most convenient way is to gain a foothold in the harem first... So you have taken a fancy to Zhen Two unworthy sons?"

When Wan'er heard this, she silently rolled her eyes in her heart.

Wu Zhaoxu said again: "The two sons of mine, one was abandoned outside, and the other gave birth to a son hiding in the comfort zone... You can tell me, which of the two of them do you like? Perhaps, Can I help you build a bridge?"

The corner of Wan'er's mouth twitched again, this time because of Wu Zhao's anger.

Wu Zhao smiled slightly: "However, at least we have known each other for many years. Don't blame me for not reminding you: My two sons, one is heartless and heartless, and the other is hypocritical and timid. If this is the case, you will You can see it, I will doubt your vision."

Not only the corners of her mouth, but also the corners of Wan'er's eyes twitched.

How confident is this man!

Seeing Wan'er's chest rising and falling, as if she was really angry, Wu Zhao secretly panicked.

"Eh? Don't be angry!" She said, stretching out her paws to caress Wan'er's chest.

Was mercilessly slapped away by Wan'er.

Wu Zhao awkwardly clenched the paw that had just been photographed.

She knew that Wan'er couldn't take a liking to her two unbearable sons, but she still couldn't help but test her words.

It's all because, when she knew that Wan'er came from a distant time and space that she didn't know, and knew the people and things in this era for sure, the previous confidence in controlling Wan'er's feelings began to be firm. shaken.

Even if he is as powerful as Wu Zhao, facing a "terrifying" existence like Wan'er, he can't help but doubt himself——

Wan'er's strength has surpassed the understanding of Wu Zhao and everyone in this era.

Wu Zhao even began to believe that if Wan'er wanted to, she could get everything in this era, including power and feelings.

What ability is more powerful than knowing the result in advance?

What's more, if she wanted to, Wan'er could kill herself at any time, her soul would be ethereal, and she would return to the place she came from, so she would have no ties to this world.

If Wan'er had really killed herself, Wu Zhao wasn't sure if he could summon Wan'er's soul back if he summoned the soul again.

This feeling of being uncontrollable and out of control makes Wu Zhao's heart skip a beat, and it also makes Wu Zhao extremely excited——

Frightened because of the fear of losing, and extremely excited because of facing a huge challenge that has never been faced before.

Wu Zhao was tormented and torn by this contradictory emotion, yet excited and looking forward to it.

She felt like she was back in her youth, the time when she wanted to control everything but didn't know what she would face in the future.

Her character is that the more frustrated she becomes, the more courageous she becomes, and the more she faces a strong enemy, the more excited she is.

She used her two unsatisfactory sons to provoke Wan'er, but she got angry with Wan'er. What does it mean?

It means Wan'er cares about her!

You will only be angry if you care!

This result made Wu Zhao couldn't help but let out a "ha" in his heart.

When her mind became hot, she suddenly pressed Wan'er's body down, and said in a charming voice, "I'll teach you a shortcut, okay?"

As Wu Zhao said, he leaned forward and kissed her.