Improper stepping stone for men

Not noticing the unkindness in the woman's eyes, Xianqing walked lightly to the bed, twisted her waist, slowly put the food plate on the high stool, and picked up the bowl containing the hot porridge .

He sat lightly on the edge of the bed, stirred it and said, "The emperor hasn't slept well these two days, my servant, please tell the imperial dining room to make Zaojia Guiyuan porridge, which can invigorate the spleen, nourish the blood, nourish the heart? Calm the nerves... ..."

Without waiting for him to be tricky? After finishing speaking, a thin, pale hand with blue blood vessels could be seen suddenly hit him on the arm, and the bowl in his hand was knocked over by surprise, and the hot porridge water poured over him all over.

"Ah!" Xian Qing screamed and jumped up. It was April day? The weather was still relatively cold. He wore several layers of clothes, but his body was not injured, but his delicate hands suffered.

Half of a bowl of hot porridge was spilled on my hand, and within a few moments, two large patches of redness and swelling appeared, and the worst part had a few burnt blisters.

"It hurts! Your Majesty, what are you doing?" With ten fingers connected to the heart, Xianqing was in unbearable pain, and she couldn't even pretend to be weak. Unscrupulous accusations.

Le Xiaoyu still loves him? At first, he felt a little regretful when he was hurt so badly, but when he heard his sharp voice, his anger surged even higher: "You What are you doing dressed like this? I'm not dead yet, so I'm in a hurry to go to the funeral?"

"Your Majesty..." Xianqing was extremely wronged, and his eyes filled with tears instantly, "Didn't you love to see ministers in white clothes in the past? You said that white is pure, just like? Clean?."

In the past, this trick of his never failed in front of the emperor. No matter what happened, he only needed to cry weakly, and the emperor would like to hold everything in front of his eyes to make him happy.

But now Le Xiaoyu is already sick and irritable, just now he yelled so much, his strength lost most of his strength, and he fell back on the bed with chest tightness and shortness of breath, how could he have the mood to coax him ?

"Why are you crying? What mourning?" She tremblingly raised her finger and pointed to the door, "Get out of here, I don't want to see you."

If it's normal? I'm afraid Qing Shi was terrified, but Xianqing was spoiled by her, and he raised his head in disbelief: "Your Majesty, you are treating me like this?"

"Get lost..." Le Xiaoyu was very restless in her heart, and said it again impatiently.

"Okay, just get out? Get out, I won't come to see you again!" Xian Qing stomped in anger, turned around, covered her face, and ran away with tears.

"Sword, man!" Le Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and cursed, with a lump in his throat, he couldn't help coughing heart-piercingly, his thin body trembling non-stop.

Her eyes blurred for a while, as if she could feel that death was approaching step by step, and her heart couldn't help but despair rose again.

Ever since the emperor knocked over the bowl, all the servants and servants in the room fell to their knees on the ground, so frightened that they dared not make a sound, but now they all stood up, called the imperial doctor, rubbed their chests Recited, one by one busy in an orderly manner, obviously already accustomed to it.

Besides, Xianqing slowed down after rushing out of the bedroom. There was so much commotion in the hall, so naturally he couldn't fail to hear it. He hesitated in his heart whether to go back or not.

But after taking a look at the swollen blisters on his red and swollen hands, and then thinking about the insults he had just received, he finally turned his heart and walked towards the East Palace.

After these days, he has also seen clearly that the emperor's body probably has no possibility of recovery in this life, and it seems that she will not live for a few years, so it seems that there is no need for him Continue to hold on? Her.

Anyway, my daughter is the empress dowager. When the emperor dies, he will be able to inherit the throne. At that time, he will at least be a prince. If he kills that swordsman Cen Yangyan, he can still be the emperor. Taijun!

Although Yuanjun is in charge of the government now, he doesn't pay attention to people. What can a man do?It's just temporarily helping their father and daughter? Keep an eye on it? When Yi'er ascends to the throne, won't she have to return all her rights!

Thinking about it this way, Xian Qing can't wait to look forward to it? The emperor is going to die, after all, she promised? No matter how good the position of Yuan Jun is, can it be better than the Emperor Taijun?

People in the world say that a man's honor and disgrace is tied to his wife and his daughter's, but in fact, placing his hope on his wife is far less than placing his hope on his daughter. The latter is much stronger than the former.

He has heard a lot about wives abandoning their original wives after getting rich, but he has never heard of a woman who is not filial to her father. No matter when, a daughter is always more reliable than a wife.

Xian Qing calculated the pros and cons clearly, and went to the East Palace with a smile on her face, and was quickly ushered in after only a short notice from someone.

Along the way, he was very grateful in his heart that the emperor had told his real identity to his own daughter at the time, and he had known her in private and developed a relationship with her. Otherwise, how could it have been so smooth now? ?

"Yi'er," when he saw the empress, he even forgot to use the pistol in his hand to sympathize with Bo, and was very surprised, "Why are you so thin?"

It's no wonder he was so surprised. Back then, the emperor kept the matter of the empress dowager's poisoning and injury to him so as not to make him sad. He still used the banner of not arousing the suspicion of the Cen family to prevent him from going to the East Palace to meet her. ?Son.

Afterwards, Le Xiaoyu was poisoned in his body, and he devoted all his heart to her, taking care of her every day, only returning to his bedroom when he went to bed.

Counting it, since Le Qianyi was poisoned, the father and daughter haven't seen each other for almost half a year, and the originally healthy "Emperor Dowager" has become sickly.

Although you can't say that you are skinny, but your pale skin with a bit of bluish tint, your lips that are so pale that you almost don't have any blood color, and your slightly bluish eye circles, none of them seem to be related to health .

"Your good father, don't you know?" The Crown Princess? Not as agile as usual? There was a little sarcasm in her eyes, "The poisonous pastry you sent last time ruined the orphan's body. I guess he won't recover in this life." It's possible."

"What?" Xianqing's face was full of shock, and then he covered his chest and said in pain, "It's all my father's fault, I was too careless, so I fell into the scheme of the villain and killed me." My daughter deserves to suffer like this."

His appearance is not fake, after all, the empress dowager is his own flesh and blood, and her weight in his heart is far higher than that of the emperor.

Besides, he has already understood that the emperor is unreliable now, and all his life's wealth and glory are entrusted to his only daughter. He can only be good if she is good. What a mistake...

Xianqing shook his head violently and denied that possibility, and said firmly: "What the imperial doctor said may not be absolute, Yi Er, don't worry, my father will definitely send people to visit the famous doctors, and he will definitely be able to cure you. Yours, you must not be discouraged yourself."

Ah!The mother emperor sent people to look around for famous doctors, but nothing could be done. He is a small virtuous minister, and the largest official of his mother's family is only a fifth-rank? Small family, what use can he be?

The crown princess lowered her head and hid her eyes? Sarcastically, she waved her hand and asked someone to serve a plate of exquisite pastries, then changed the subject and said, "Let's not talk about that, the Imperial Dining Room presented a new dessert today. Dad, does it suit your taste?"

Xianqing suddenly got such news, where did it come from now? Appetite to eat?But seeing his daughter getting close to him, looking at him eagerly, he didn't want to brush off her kindness.

So he casually picked up a small piece of pastry and handed it into his mouth, chewed it casually and swallowed it, but he couldn't even taste the taste, but he showed a forced smile and said, "It's really delicious, Yi'er has a heart."

"Is it delicious?" The Crown Princess smiled inexplicably, and said, "It's good like this."

Xianqing was startled, not understanding why her expression was so strange, but before he could figure it out, there was a sudden sharp pain in his throat, and he strangled his neck violently, terrified Open your mouth to speak.

But at this time, he realized that he couldn't make any sound, so he opened his mouth in vain. He stood up in a panic, knocked over the pastry on the small table, and pointed at the scattered place. The thing silently warned her daughter: 【Toxic. 】

There is no need for him to point fingers and gestures, everyone in the hall has already seen that something is wrong, the empress dowager said with a low face, "Quickly send the imperial doctor."

After a period of panic, the imperial physician came to make a diagnosis and treatment, and finally said with regret: "His Royal Highness has been poisoned by dumb medicine, and his voice has been completely destroyed. Please forgive my incompetence. I can only relieve His Highness's pain. way to recover."

"How could this happen?" The Empress Dowager was shocked and said angrily, "Who is so bold to poison the East Palace over and over again?"

She looked at the "weak" Xian Qing, and said with guilt on her face: "This time, this incident must be aimed at "the orphan, but it just happened to be met by the virtuous father, and it hurt you."

Xianqing heard that he would be a mute for the rest of his life, and his heart was in great pain, but seeing his daughter feel so guilty, he comforted her with gesticulations: 【You are fine? It's okay, father? . 】

"My dear father," the empress dowager was very moved, "Don't worry, I will never let anyone who hurt you go away."

Immediately after she finished speaking, she ordered someone to report the matter to Yuan Jun, and also asked someone to send the imperial physician away, and then sent away the waiters, leaving only her father, father and daughter in the room.

[Yi'er, don't worry?] Seeing that everyone is gone, Xian Qing cheers up? Pulls her? Hand writes in her palm, 【Although father can't speak, he can still write. Doesn't matter? of?. 】

Although there are not many words, it still takes some time to write. The empress dowager waited patiently for him to finish writing, then suddenly "hummed" and said, "What should I do if I forget about it, Father? How about writing, otherwise you will I'm afraid I can't keep my hands."

Ok?

Xianqing looked up at his daughter in a daze, and didn't understand what she meant for a moment. When she saw that there was no emotion in her eyes, only a gloomy? ? Suddenly woke up.

His eyes widened in horror, his lips trembling? He uttered two words silently: [Is it you? 】