Return to the rumor

Sweetwater Lane.

Going around and going back to this place.

When Tang Ci woke up, it was in the middle of the night, she clutched the corner of the quilt, opened her eyes and vigilantly discerned the furnishings around her - not the Shangshu Mansion, not the Prince Yu Mansion.The simple bookshelves, tables and chairs, and even the soft bed... gave her a great sense of belonging.

There was only one oil lamp burning in the room, the oil was almost burnt out, the wick was limp and half of the body was hanging down, and the light was flickering on and off.

There was a lot of darkness, the doors and windows were closed, and there was no one there.

Tangci's tense heartstrings slowly relaxed, and he raised his hand to lightly touch his left cheek, a thick piece of gauze, slightly soaked with cool ointment.She didn't have a bronze mirror at hand, but guessing that the scars would be hideous and ugly after the gauze was removed, she suddenly smiled in relief. She used to want to cut off her obstructive skin to hide from others, but now she has got her wish.

Lowering his eyes, he could vaguely see a corner of the yellowish bandage in the white and clean coat.

The sword wounds on the waist and abdomen were not serious at all, but the sum of various large and small wounds was a bit scary. She couldn't help jokingly laughing. Back then, Lancang River escaped death, and now she survived a catastrophe, but where is the good fortune?

The door creaked softly, very clearly in the quiet night.

Tang Ci is like facing a formidable enemy. When she is unconscious, she is unable to control her. When she is awake, she no longer wants to face people, especially her loved ones. She must not see her ghost like this.

"Get out." He clenched the corner of the quilt tightly, covering his head, and when he shrunk down, he inevitably used two broken legs with broken bones. , there was a lot of sweat on his forehead, he clenched his teeth so that his face was completely drained of blood, and he pricked up his ears to listen to the movement in the room-the man paused slightly, as if staying in place for a while, and then tried his best to Walked towards the bed with light steps, without saying a word, put something like a bowl on the edge of the bed, and left.

After a long time, Tang Ci got his head out of the dull quilt, surrounded by a familiar fragrance.

A bowl of black medicinal soup and a plate of sweet and sour hawthorn fruit were placed on the edge of the bed.

Licking wet fingertips, he poked a hole in the window paper.

Standing outside the door, Rou Ke saw her finish the medicine in one gulp, with a wind-blown smile on her face, and she didn't feel cold when the night wind howled in her ears.

For a moment, she saw that she drank the medicine, did not eat the hawthorn fruit, and did not show any signs of suffering. She just closed her eyes and rested her mind. There was only one light in the room, and large black shadows fell on her face and body. He actually saw a frightening taste of decadence and decay.

Rou Ke couldn't laugh any more, the corners of her lips were still hanging slightly, her eyes were serious, her mind was worried, and she abruptly turned into a wry smile.

She was only thankful that she still understood her after all, so she overcame all arguments and brought her here to recuperate.

The next day.

The fisher boy was chopping firewood in the courtyard. He was usually very lively, and he would shake his head and hum a little song when he was working. Today he just hung his head and kept chopping firewood.

He doesn't care if Tang Ci is a man or a woman, a princess or a county horse, he will be willing to treat anyone who treats him well, thinking that he is such a gentle, kind, delicate and beautiful little master who has been tossed into this No matter what he looked like, he didn't get angry at all.After thinking about it, he has no power and power, although he has the power to restrain a chicken, is he still like an ant in the eyes of dignitaries?There was nowhere to vent the anger in my heart, so before dawn I took Zhang Zhuzi to sit in the yard chopping firewood, and when I chopped a stick, I cursed the dog emperor Yunyun in my heart.

Hearing the sound of the porcelain bowl being smashed again, the fisher boy raised his head, and Qiao Qing came out of the house in a huff with a wooden plate filled with broken porcelain, and he did not forget to goug out the fisher boy who had suffered in vain in the pond. glance.

Rou Ke was kneading noodles in the kitchen, and there was steaming hot bone soup on the wooden table.

Hearing the sound of the door, he glanced at it and saw that it was still broken porcelain.

"Take a look at the soup bowl and see if it's enough. Also look at the teacup, spoon, and porcelain plate. If it's not good enough, let the fisherman go and buy some and prepare it." Rou Ke placed a handful of noodles in her hand and paused. Cai said, "Let him stop by He's restaurant to buy a small jar of wine."

Don't eat food, don't drink water, wine is water anyway, just have some if you can.

Qiaoqing lost his temper and couldn't bear it any longer. He threw the wooden plate on the wooden table and said angrily: "The princess is willing to be a good gentleman, but the servant girl can't do it! Who is she angry at? Body It's her own and not ours. She kicked you out last night, and you stood guard outside the door all night in fear that something would happen to her if she broke her leg and broke her foot. Cooking soup, taking recipes to make medicine, rolling out dough and cooking noodles... She is good, she smashed it all! She is no longer what she used to be..."

"If you don't want to stay here, go back to the palace. If I hear you say this again in the future, you don't have to serve me anymore—you are old enough to get married."

When Qiao Qing heard this, his eyes turned red, and he pulled Rou Ke's sleeve and muttered, "I don't want to say anything..." Rou Ke brought the bone soup, scooped up the cooked noodles, drained the water, and put it on the bone. Sprinkle finely chopped green onions on the soup, and Qiao Qing hurriedly picked it up, "It's better to come here as a servant, I just saw that she was a little relieved..."

"Okay, you go there again and see if she eats." Rou Ke raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, "If she still doesn't eat, you can ask her if she wants to eat, and then tell me."

Qiaoqing listened, stepped half a foot out, and wanted to ask if she didn't eat and said she didn't want to eat, but after thinking about it for a while, she only answered: "Okay."

Jing Ci's entry into the Central Palace to hold the Phoenix Seal again, but it's just a well-known empty shelf.

The emperor doubled the number of guards in the central palace, and named it Huyou, which is actually a surname.

Although she transformed from Master Jingci back to Empress Yici, but she moved from the backyard of Biyun Temple to the palace, and she still recites sutras and Buddha with no desires.The emperor knew her temper, so he only went to her to review memorials and talk to her every day.

Yici can't leave the palace, but Chunhua, who is serving her personally, is fine.

Chunhua carried the pastry in his hand and entered the courtyard.

Hearing what she said about her visit, the fish boy hurriedly wiped his dirty hands with the corner of his clothes, and led her to the kitchen.

When Chunhua saw the broken porcelain piled up in the corner of the wall, he felt a little relieved, put down the food box in his hand, and said worriedly: "Princess, you might as well tell me honestly—the leg...is it really broken?"

When Yongjia was born in the second year of Kangle, Yici was frail and had little breast milk. Chunhua acted as her half-nanny, presumably he cared more than ordinary people.

Rou Ke couldn't hide it, so she just pretended to be relaxed and said: "As you know, she has been riding a horse and archery since she was a child, and she won the bow and won the prize riding a pony when she was young. She is strong and healthy, and slowly Nursing fingers may not be able to heal. The doctor at the Imperial Hospital also said that there have been examples of walking as before after receiving the shin crutches. After you returned to the palace, you also said the same to your aunt, which made her feel at ease."

"That...face..." Chunhua unconsciously caressed his wrinkled face, feeling even more worried.

Rou Ke took her hand and said comfortingly: "I just got a tattoo, the size of a flower petal, and the ink is light, and it's an excellent ointment for removing scars." She suddenly smiled, "Besides, even if Ugly, that's my husband too, would I dislike her?"

The emperor made several decrees, but the marriage was not withdrawn. Now everyone in the government and the people know that Tang Ci is actually a woman.

Chunhua's heart skipped a beat, and after a long while of apprehension, he said what Yici entrusted to him before leaving: "Anyway, there has never been such a reason to delay others. Just wait patiently. Your Highness is in the middle palace. I will make plans for the two of you." Yici has become a queen, so she changed her title.

Planning to plan or flattering against one's will as a last resort?

Before Rou Ke could say her refusal, Qiao Qing walked straight in from the door, still holding the wooden tray covered with broken porcelain pieces in her hand.

Chunhua looked at it and frowned.

"I gonna go see……"

Rou Ke hurriedly got up to stop her, took the food box she brought over, and said apologetically, "Maybe it's because the food I cooked didn't suit my taste, I should go - it's time to change the dressing, she's grown up now, always Sorry to make you look naked."

Chunhua covered her mouth with a smile when she said it, and her mood improved a bit: "Well, well, all the things in it are made by His Highness, and she likes them since she was a child. I will come back another day."

Watching Chunhua go away, Rou Ke breathed a sigh of relief.

Right now, only the three of them are staying in the courtyard, and she is still blindly evading, how could she want to see Chunhua.

Stepping into the room, it was a mess. Although the tiles and food residues were cleaned up, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and the smell lingered.

Before approaching the bed, a teacup flew over unexpectedly and hit Rou Ke precisely in front of her eyes.

"I said I don't eat, go out."

Rou Ke walked forward, teacups were thrown one by one...

Holding the last teacup in his hand, Tang Ci saw who was coming, gritted his teeth, and threw it forward with red eyes——

Rou Ke held her wrist, and said in a cold voice, "Even I want to smash it, is it enough?"

In the past, it would not be difficult to break free, but now this broken body can't take advantage of it, Tangci hangs his head in dejection, and turns his face away: "I didn't make trouble, you go out, I don't want to see you."

"Do you not want to see me, or do you not want to face yourself?"

Tangci was speechless, and instead roared like a wounded little beast with reddened neck: "I don't want to see anyone! Let me go!"

"If I don't let go, what do you have the strength to do to me?"

Tang Ci smiled with the corners of his mouth: "Yeah, what can I do to you, I'm just a laughing stock of the world now, disfigured and broken legs, I can't even beg for death..."

"What joke talk?"

Avoiding the scabbed welts and pinching her wrists, she was firmly imprisoned under her body, Rou Ke lowered her waist, and kissed her forehead all the way to the dry lips covered with fine lines.She was struggling, struggling very hard. In the past, she would have easily counterattacked herself, but now she was struggling needlessly like a trapped animal.The smell of the medicine was strong, and it tightly locked her like an iron chain, pressing her in this small world, absorbing every ounce of nutrient in her body, until it squeezed her dry, making her look like withered.

With just a brief glance, the white gauze on his left cheek pierced his eyelids.

No matter how good the ointment in the world is, it can't erase the scars of tattooing. It will be a brand that will accompany her for the rest of her life—as evidence of her daring to violate the majesty of the emperor, it will be seen, pointed out, and ridiculed by others.

Rou Ke has been looking at that place, and the water around her eyes is blurred.

Tang Ci hurriedly raised her hands to cover her face, but was suddenly photographed aside by Rou Ke.

The hickey fell on the gauze, and it was pressed lightly, with just the right amount of force, it wouldn't hurt her, but it poked softly into her heart and scratched it.

"You probably don't know that because of your pass, there have been a lot of ministers pleading for Uncle Sheng in the past two days, and my father and Qin Shangshu also mediate among them-not to talk about brotherhood with the emperor, just Ordered Xuzhou's third division to file files for years, and blindly used the credits as a shield, and the people of Xuzhou jointly signed the letter. The situation in the court is changing rapidly, and even the death penalty may get away with it. You say you are a laughing stock, but if you didn't Insisting on rescue, Uncle Sheng Wang has now been torn apart by a car, and the blood relatives have been tortured through the ages, and the anecdote is utterly tragic."

Tang Ci was a little unbelievable, his eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but his lips were bitten by Rou Ke, which was crispy and numb, and half of his body softened for a moment, only to hear her whisper in his ear He added: "Ah Yue—you are the hero in my heart."