It's easy to be a villain, but hard to be a princess

Chu Muqing fed him the bowl of porridge, handed the empty bowl to the maid beside her, and said casually: "The servants of your mansion came to this palace to look for someone early in the morning. It can be seen that he is very fond of Lord Han. The camaraderie is extraordinary."

For Chu Muqing's sudden mention of Ye Qing, Han Zixiao felt a little surprised, and didn't know why he brought it up, so he could only smile and replied: "He has been with Xiaguan for many years, Xiaguan and him are like brothers."

Chu Muqing hooked the corners of her lips, "That's really a deep love between master and servant."

Han Zixiao caught a glimpse of the smile on Chu Muqing's lips, and his heart trembled, and he didn't know why he felt this way.Chu Muqing said: "My king has official documents to approve, Lord Han rests first."

"My lord, go slowly."

Han Zixiao slept in the dark for another afternoon. At dusk and sunset in the evening, Chu Muqing came over again and touched his forehead. Although it was still hot, it was much better than in the morning.Han Zixiao took the medicine and a bowl of porridge before Chu Muqing left.

Han Zixiao lay on the bed for a whole day, and his mind gradually became clear, but if he continued to sleep like this, he would have to continue lying down at night.Han Zixiao got up and wanted to go out for a walk to get some air.

Uncle Song thoughtfully presented a cloak, and Han Zixiao tied it on. He rubbed his waist unobtrusively as he walked, and he didn't feel any pain when he was lying down today. The spine comes up.

At night, lanterns were hung everywhere in the palace, and Han Zixiao wandered around the palace alone.Walking outside Chu Muqing's study, I wanted to go in to say hello, but I heard someone talking inside.

"My lord, I have found out who was behind the last Jiangnan assassination." A guard in blue clasped his hands and said.

Chu Muqing's eyes glowed coldly, "Who?"

"It's King Ling." The guard in blue said.

"It really is him." Chu Muqing said thoughtfully.

"The humble official thought that the mausoleum king was just trying to deceive people, so he didn't need his own people, so he specially spent a lot of money to invite three martial arts masters." The guard in blue looked at the thoughtful regent, and said, "the mausoleum king knows that the prince is safe and sound. You will definitely not be willing to let it go, but you want to send more people to protect it secretly?"

"No need, the capital is my king's territory, and he hasn't the courage to send people to chase here." Chu Muqing said: "You continue to let people keep an eye on him, and report to this king immediately if there is any trouble."

"Yes, the humble post takes orders."

Han Zixiao, who was outside the door, was extremely surprised. He didn't expect that the mastermind behind the assassination in the south of the Yangtze River was King Ling.King Ling and Prince Regent are brothers of the same father and mother, so they want to kill each other?

Chu Ruihong always thought that Chu Muqing prevented the cutting of the feudal clan in order to preserve King Ling's strength for his own use in the future. It seems that this guess is wrong.

Han Zixiao was secretly happy in his heart, he didn't expect to hear such important news after taking a breath.

The guard in blue turned around to go out, Han Zixiao wanted to find a place to hide, but his body was not well yet, and his steps were clumsy and made noises.

"Who's outside?"

Han Zixiao broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately turned around to pretend nothing happened, Chu Muqing and the guard came out, Han Zixiao wrapped himself in a cloak, and said, "I have seen the prince."

"Why are you here?"

Han Zixiao said: "I feel bored in the room, so I went out for a walk."

Chu Muqing looked him up and down with his hands behind his back, Han Zixiao thought he would be suspicious, but unexpectedly he just said: "You are not in good health, it is not suitable for blowing, go back to your room and rest."

Han Zixiao smiled awkwardly, "I'll go back now, sir."

Back in the room, Han Zixiao took off his cloak, sat at the table and poured himself a cup of tea.Originally, he wanted to take advantage of his illness to stay in the palace for two more days, but now that he knew such important news, he had to tell the emperor face to face as soon as possible.

Not long after, the regent opened the door and entered.It was only then that Han Zixiao remembered that this was Chu Muqing's bedroom.

As soon as Chu Muqing entered the door, she looked at him and said, "The fever is gone? How dare you run out to have a shower?"

Han Zixiao said: "The lower official just felt bored after lying down for a whole day, so he went out to catch his breath."

Chu Muqing came over and raised the back of her hand to touch his forehead, "It's better than in the evening."

Han Zixiao got up and said: "It's not early, the officials are here to disturb the prince for a day, it's time to go back."

Chu Muqing sat down, poured a cup of tea and drank it, "You also know that it's not early, so don't suffer any more bumps when you're in better shape, stay here tonight."

Han Zixiao arched his hands, "Thank you, my lord." Han Zixiao looked at the bed where he had been lying all day, and then at Chu Muqing, "I don't know, which wing will I sleep in tonight?"

Chu Muqing wrote lightly: "The palace has never kept foreigners, and the wing rooms have been vacant. If people want to live in, I'm afraid it will have to go through a lot of tidying up. I'm afraid it's too late to come tonight."

The smile on Han Zixiao's face was ugly, "I don't know where the lord is going to leave the official tonight?"

"Where were you last night, that's where you are tonight."

Want to sleep with him again?Thinking of the scene of being abused yesterday, Han Zixiao felt a shudder in his heart. The wound in his secret place has not healed yet, so he can't add another wound.

But today everything is calm, Han Zixiao sleeps on the inside, Chu Muqing sleeps on the outside, each in their own way.On the contrary, after Han Zixiao fell asleep, he uneasily squeezed towards Chu Muqing, pressing his head against his ear.

Chu Muqing woke up once at night because of Han Zixiao's disturbance, she turned her head to look at Han Zixiao who was very close, let him cling to her, closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

The next day, Chu Muqing got up early and went to the morning court.After Han Zixiao got up, he greeted Uncle Song in the house, and then went back to his house.

When he returned to the mansion, Ye Qing said that someone came to the palace just now and brought some medicinal herbs to nourish his body.Han Zixiao caught a glimpse of the herbs on the table, they were all high-quality treasures, which could not be bought even with money.

Han Zixiao stayed at the mansion for half a day, and in the afternoon he entered the palace in a sedan chair and reported the news he had heard to the emperor.

When Chu Ruihong saw him, he immediately asked for warmth, "I heard that Zixiao was ill, is he better now?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. I'm much better now."

Chu Ruihong looked left and right, "Your complexion is very bad, I called the imperial doctor to show you."

"No, it's just a common febrile illness. It will be better if you rest for a few days."

Chu Ruihong said: "Then why don't you rest at the house?"

Han Zixiao said: "I have something important to report to the emperor when I enter the palace today."

"What's the matter?"

Han Zixiao looked at the eunuch standing in the imperial study, and Chu Ruihong understood that he was taboo and the Prince Regent's eyeliner, "Just say it, the people here have already changed a lot."

Han Zixiao understood, and said: "Yesterday, I accidentally learned about the mastermind behind the assassination of the Prince Regent at the Prince Regent's Mansion."

Chu Ruihong pricked up his ears, "Who?"

Han Zixiao lowered his voice and said, "It's King Ling."

"Him?" Chu Ruihong was surprised, "Are you sure?"

Han Zixiao said: "Yesterday, the regent's subordinates reported to him, but I accidentally overheard it."

Chu Ruihong was puzzled, "Why did King Ling kill the regent?"

"I don't know either."

Chu Ruihong thought for a long time, and then smiled, "In any case, it's a good show for their brothers to kill each other, and I should watch it carefully."

"Then what is the emperor's plan?"

Chu Ruihong narrowed his eyes, "King Ling wants to kill the Regent, why don't I let him go."

Han Zixiao understood that Chu Ruihong wanted to see them fight with each other, and reap the benefits in the end.

Chu Ruihong patted him on the shoulder, "Zi Xiao, it's really difficult for you to sneak into the King Regent's side. You have done your best for me, and I will always remember it in my heart."

"The minister is the emperor's minister, so he should serve the emperor as a matter of course."

With a gentle smile on Chu Ruihong's face, "You take good care of your illness these days. In two days, I will choose a embroidered girl. At that time, you will also come over. Even if you don't help me choose, you can still marry me before I decree to marry you." See the true face of Lin Hexu's daughter."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Han Zixiao went out of the palace, returned to the mansion and continued to sleep for a while. Later in the evening, he invited a doctor. The doctor took the pulse and said there was nothing serious.Seeing that Han Zixiao's health improved, he went to court the next day.

After going down the court, as soon as he reached the gate of the palace, a voice came from behind, "Master Han."

Han Zixiao turned around, seeing that it was the regent, he immediately bowed his hands and greeted him, "I have seen the prince."

Chu Muqing looked him up and down, "Are you feeling better?"

"Thank you, Prince, for your concern. The officer's body is fine."

"Even if there is no serious problem, Mr. Han should pay more attention to recuperating in recent days."

Trying to curry favor with Chu Muqing everywhere was nothing more than stealing news, Han Zixiao felt guilty when he heard his words of concern.

On the day of the draft, Han Zixiao entered the palace and stood by Chu Ruihong's side, while the queen mother sat on the phoenix chair next to Chu Ruihong.Thirty or so selected embroidery women lined up in six rows and stood in front of the hall, all of them graceful and graceful, like flowers and jade.

The embroidered women took turns to greet each other, Chu Ruihong on the dragon chair was expressionless, and the queen mother was smiling, Han Zixiao only looked at his future wife, and Lin Hexu's daughter Lin Yumei was really beautiful, even more beautiful than the one on the painting How nice it is.When he came forward to pay his respects, he had a smile on his face and looked at the city.

Han Zixiao looked at her, although it wasn't love at first sight, but sooner or later he would marry, and being able to marry such a beautiful woman was considered his own.As for the relationship, it won't be too late to cultivate it slowly after becoming a relative in the future.

In the end, the emperor bestowed flowers on the embroidered girls he wanted, and finally left six embroidered girls to be selected into the harem.

Lin Yumei, the daughter of Lin Hexu, was naturally out of the six, because the emperor had long wished to betroth her to Han Zixiao.

The eunuch who was in charge of the draft came to report to the regent, "My lord, the emperor has selected six women to fill the harem. Daughter of Lord Huang, the young supervisor in the palace, daughter of Lord Qiu, the servant of the household department, and daughter of Lord Zuo Chengfu, the minister."

Chu Muqing frowned slightly. Those selected were all the daughters of officials who supported the emperor in court. It seemed that the little emperor had ulterior motives.Chu Muqing said casually: "I remember Huizhi Lanxin, the daughter of Master Lin, Zuo Shaoqing of Dali Temple, who is like a fairy. Could it be that the emperor is not satisfied?"

The eunuch holding the whisk in his hand hesitated for a moment, "It seems that the emperor intends to marry the daughter of Mr. Lin, Zuo Shaoqing of Dali Temple, to Mr. Han, the censor Zhongcheng."

Hearing this, Chu Muqing's eyes glowed coldly, her tone was still calm, "What did you just say?"