forced to fall in love

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Lingxi raised her head suddenly, and Zhao Qingsui's faint eyes were covering her, and the only warmth left in her hand was lost in a minute and a second.

Zhao Qingsui held her hand, absorbing her temperature.

With the soft and cool touch of the palm at that moment, Lingxi understood better why God always carries a hand stove with him.

The light fragrance invades in along the way, like ten thousand tentacles wrapping around the tip of the nose and caressing the consonant eyes, disturbing one's mood.

Zhao Qingsui frowned slightly, a smile flashed on the corner of his lips very quickly, and then disappeared in an instant.

Lingxi seems to have caught it, but also seems to not see it clearly, blinking his eyes lightly.

"Sister Huang is angry with Sheng'er..."

When the two entered the main hall, Zhao Sheng chased after them.

Zhao Qingsui led him to the side, patted his head and said, "Cheng'er, sister-in-law knows that you are worried that sister-in-law won't find a satisfactory son-in-law, but today is your birthday, so you question the son-in-law in front of so many people. , this is tantamount to questioning the father, and it is also embarrassing the emperor."

"Sister Huang, Cheng'er knows it's wrong, don't be angry, okay, Cheng'er will never do this again." The little prince tugged at the corner of Zhao Qingsui's clothes, coquettishly.

"Sister Huang is not angry, so don't cry."

"Okay!" The little prince nodded.

When the two of them came out, the prince, who was still crying just now, suddenly laughed again.

Lingxi looked up, Zhao Qingsui said something to him, they separated, and she returned to Lingxi.

"Your Highness." Lingxi called her in a low voice.

"Ah."

Zhao Qingsui looked at her sideways, and then Lingxi held up the hand stove that he had found and held in his palm in front of Zhao Qingsui's eyes.

"There's a draft in the hall, His Highness, it's better to cover your hands if your hands are cold."

Zhao Qingsui's eyes were fixed, but his expression was slow, "The son-in-law is very considerate."

"His Royal Highness still needs to focus on the body."

Lingxi put the hand stove into her hand, and there was a slight touch with her fingertips, but she took it back quickly.

Zhao Qingsui noticed her small movements, and when he wanted to look again, the man had turned around and sat upright, with his hands in front of his knees as usual.

"Lu Mu is cruel and merciless, with a surly personality."

When Zhao Qingsui thought of this sentence again, he felt helpless for no reason.

She didn't notice her surly personality, but what about being cruel?

As long as there is a point of cruelty, they will not retreat just because they are in the same room because of skin to skin contact.

The heat of the hand stove eroded along the fingertips, Lian Xin could feel such a temperature.

Zhao Qingsui gently caressed the outer wall of the stove with the outline of a black eagle flying high with his fingertips. He didn't know what he was thinking.

After the birthday banquet began, there was singing and dancing first. The dancers wore dark red costumes of foreign races, and there were bells around their wrists and ankles. The crisp bells would resonate with their dancing movements.

Lingxi lost interest after just one glance, and even felt that the ringtone was a bit noisy.

In the middle of the performance, a new group of people came in, dressed in light pink Tai Tai costumes, and then they were accompanied by jade flutes and guzheng.

The flute is melodious, and the guzheng has its own charm.

Lingxi's eyes were cast sideways on the wine glass on the table, but his ears were listening to the accompaniment carefully.

After Zhao Qingsui scanned the audience, he only saw the person next to her, and he didn't look at the dancing girl who was shuttled in front of them, who was swinging her sleeves and shaking her fan.

Instead, he followed her gaze and looked at a place as if he was thinking about something.

In an instant, Zhao Qingsui thought of the people she saw at the banquet at the prime minister's mansion the day before the wedding, and they were just like today.

"Does the son-in-law feel that the singing and dancing are not eye-catching?"

Lingxi suddenly came back to his senses, and came out from the accompaniment: "Return to Your Highness, I dare not, the singing and dancing are beautiful."

"Why did the son-in-law bow his head?"

Zhao Qingsui held the wine cup and looked at her.

"I'm a vulgar person, I don't know how to dance."

"Really." Zhao Qingsui shook the liquid in the wine cup, and a bright figure danced across the table, "Can't beauties understand?"

Lingxi didn't follow her gaze towards the table, but looked at her seriously.

The candlelight behind him flickered with the breeze, but it was just an extremely small one among the countless candlelights in the hall, even if it was extinguished, it would have no effect, but Lingxi saw Zhao Qingsui slightly bent by the wine cup through the faint yellow light. lips.

"I understand."

Lingxi blurted out, but immediately felt impolite, but the person in front of her reacted faster than her. One second before Lingxi was about to lower her eyelids, Zhao Qingsui stopped her movement.

Wen Run's fingertips rested on her chin, and with just a slight push, even if Lingxi lowered her eyelids, Zhao Qingsui's appearance was reflected in her eyes.

Since seeing him in the prime minister's mansion for the first time, Zhao Qing could tell something from the way this man looked at him today.

Just like the restraint he had before bowing to Zhao Sheng and saluting outside the court.

When Zhao Qingsui looked in, panic flashed in Lingxi's eyes, but he tried his best to suppress his emotions, and a layer of mist covered his eyes.

The two looked at each other in this posture under the candlelight, with a dancing girl beside them, and the accompanying music behind them. The music interacted, sometimes brisk and sometimes slow, just like the silent tug-of-war between the two.

"Why doesn't the son-in-law dare to look at me?"

With red lips parted slightly, Zhao Qingsui's voice was soft and slow, like a feather brushing by.

"Your Highness misunderstood, the subject did not dare to look at His Highness."

Lingxi clearly had a calm face, but his words lacked confidence.

Zhao Qingsui raised slightly his brows slightly, and the warmth of his fingertips invaded along Zhao Qingsui's eyes. He should be on guard, but Lingxi couldn't guard against it, whether it was the identity of the person in front of him or her With a faintly shaking heart, she was helpless.

The floating board on the sea was out of control, and could only follow the incoming waves and drift towards an unknown direction.

Lingxi's cheeks gradually became blush, Zhao Qingsui looked at her, and the sense of familiarity from before surged up again.

She seemed to have seen it, but couldn't remember anything.

The music suddenly stopped, and there was a burst of applause from the side. Zhao Qingsui regained his thoughts and withdrew his hands.

Without that suppression, Lingxi's eyes relaxed for a moment. She raised her hand to grab the wine cup, but just as she touched it with her fingertips, the wine cup tilted and fell down, and the clear liquid flowed out. Not a moment later, there was a small "squeak" sound from the place where the liquid flowed, and then Lingxi saw that the wooden tabletop was corroded and faded.

Pupils shrank, and Lingxi suddenly reached out to stop the wine cup in Zhao Qingsui's hand.

"Be careful, Your Highness!"

Due to Lingxi's movement, the liquid hit the wall of the cup, and a few drops splashed out, and accurately landed on the surface of the back of Lingxi's hand protecting Zhao Qingsui. The transparent liquid instantly turned into a white smoke and rose.

"There are assassins! Seal the entire palace!" Lingxi endured the pain and shouted out of the court.

The hand that was protected by her held her from bottom to top.

On top of the white background is bright red ulceration, the epidermis is instantly eroded, and the liquid seeps down and touches the inner flesh. In just a short moment, it seems to be torn open by countless insects.

Zhao Qingsui's eyes darkened in an instant, he stood up with a flick of his sleeves, and said coldly:

"Pass down the order that everyone who enters the palace today will not leave the palace!"

"Su Rui took my token and summoned the imperial guards to surround the palace."

"Those who violate the order and leave the palace will be killed without mercy!"

"Yes!"

Su Rui lowered her head and took the token with both hands and just turned around, the next second, Zhao Qingsui called her back.

The coldness in Zhao Qingsui's eyes leaked from the inside out, and even his voice was piercing, "You bring the imperial physician back too."

"Yes!"

Lingxi struggled to stand up, and poured the wine vessel on the table, the liquid in it flowed down, but there was no reaction when it landed on the table.

Lingxi frowned, explaining that the poison was accurately poured into their wine cups.

"Little Highness! Little Highness!"

The panic of the servants came from beside him, mixed with the hurried footsteps of the guards in the courtyard.

Zhao Qingsui searched for the sound and strode over.

"Your Highness, take a quick look at your little Highness. Just now, when Master Lu discovered that someone had poisoned you, your little highness had already swallowed the wine. Although your little highness spit it out quickly, it's still..."

The servant knelt down, his body trembling, and he couldn't even continue to speak. After all, something like this happened, it's good that Zhao Sheng didn't have an accident, but if something happened, he wouldn't have enough heads to bear it.

Zhao Sheng opened his mouth, his facial features were wrinkled into a ball, and he was huddled in the wide seat, unable to even speak.

"Come here! Quickly invite the imperial physician, no matter who it is, I have only one request, hurry up!"

"Yes!"

Lingxi was a step behind Zhao Qingsui, came to see this scene, immediately held back the pain and said: "Hurry up and fetch water from the courtyard, the more the better."

Lingxi suddenly feels lucky that he studied medicine in his last life.

Zhao Qingsui looked at her when he heard the sound, and seemed to avoid her with coolness.

"Your Highness, I know the superficial aspects of medical skills, and I can use emergency methods."

Lingxi bowed to her to salute, but Zhao Qingsui held her hand, looked at the servant at the side and said, "Didn't you hear what Master Lu said?"

"Yes, the servant will go here."

The person kneeling on the ground tremblingly got up and ran out. It didn't take a while for several people to come in one after another, each holding a full bucket of water.

Lingxi fetched an unused bowl and cleaned it roughly. After confirming that there was no problem, he filled the bowl with water and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, I will wash you with a lot of water. You can take a big sip of water in your mouth." , spit it out and replace it with new water, and repeat this, but remember that you can’t swallow it.”

Zhao Sheng nodded in pain, and Lingxi ordered his servant to support his body.

Zhao Sheng took the bowl in Lingxi's hand, poured it in one by one, spit it out again, and Lingxi gave him the freshly filled water again.

After repeating it several times, he suddenly stretched out a hand from the side to take the bowl in Lingxi's hand, looked at the servant who was waiting on the side and said, "Come here."

"Yes."

The servant bowed down, took the bowl from Zhao Qingsui's hand with both hands, and stood in the position of the previous consonance.

Zhao Qingsui took Lingxi's hand, and the two walked aside.

Zhao Qingsui took a ladle from another bucket, and the burning sensation on the back of Lingxi's hand was instantly relieved by the pouring cold water.

The water fell into the soft carpet without a sound.

The fingertips of Zhao Qingsui resting on her arm, a little bit of cold seeped into the skin, rinsed with clean water one after another, Zhao Qingsui's hands were also submerged in the cold water again and again.

Lingxi's fingers moved slightly, as if she was about to take the water ladle in her hand, "Your Highness, the water is cold in late spring, you are already weak, you can't..."

"To shut up."

Immediately afterwards, another stream of cold water poured down, completely covering what Lingxi wanted to say.

The water flows along the fingers, and finally gathers at the fingertips and drips again.

Lingxi's slightly raised hand hung in the air for a while, and was pressed down again by Zhao Qingsui.

Zhao Qingsui lowered his head slightly to look at the wound on the back of her hand, his eyes could not hide the chill.

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