"Hiss." Xie Qingyao felt a pain in her back when she soaked in the bathtub.
Hearing the sound, He Zheng took three or two steps to her side and his eyes fell on her back.
There were some small scratches on the snow-white skin.
He Zheng's eyes were gloomy, and he asked coldly, "Why is this place injured?"
Xie Qingyao didn't even turn around to look at his expression. If she had, she would have known how sharp and fierce it was.
She thought for a moment and whispered, "It must be that when the monk knocked me unconscious, he pushed me and my back hit the stone wall."
It happened so fast that she didn't have time to react.
Otherwise, I would have to feed him a handful of medicine powder to make him suffer excruciating pain.
He Zheng rubbed her back lightly with his fingertips, "Wash quickly and apply the medicine on you."
"I understand." Xie Qingyao nodded lazily.
She turned around at this time and only saw his profile. She thought vaguely, he seemed a little cold?
After a while, Xie Qingyao shouted "OK".
The sound of splashing water was heard and she came out of the bathtub.
The figure behind the screen moved.
He Zheng immediately stepped forward and wiped her with a cloth, then wrapped her in his clothes, carried her to the couch, let her lie down, exposing her smooth back.
Xie Qingyao's ears turned slightly red. He clearly didn't do anything, but she actually felt a little embarrassed.
Seeing He Zheng coming over with the medicine box, she said, "The green bottle is specially used to treat abrasions."
Xie Qingyao had just finished bathing and her body was filled with the scent of gardenia.
He Zheng smelled her scent at the tip of his nose, his thick eyelashes half-closed, and a dark color flashed across his eyes.
It was as if he was going to tear the person apart and swallow him in the next moment.
He dipped his fingertips into the ointment and applied it to the wound gently.
A cool touch.
"Itchy." Xie Qingyao muttered, shrugged, and reached out to grab He Zheng's sleeve, "It's so itchy when you do that."
"Like this?" He Zheng's tone deepened slightly and he increased his strength a little.
Xie Qingyao tilted her head slightly, "Well, this is better."
Sure enough, after applying the medicine, Xie Qingyao felt a cool sensation on her back and no more stinging sensation.
"Princess Yong'an is dead, Concubine Yin and Prince Qin will not let it go," she said.
"Yes." He Zheng responded, "But it's not important."
“…”
Why is it not important?
Xie Qingyao chuckled, grabbed He Zheng's hand, and asked, "My Lord, have you already figured out how to deal with them?"
He Zheng held her face in his hands and kissed her on the lips, "If they were smart, they shouldn't have messed with me."
There was a dark look in his eyes, and his voice was low and indifferent.
"Your Majesty will stop them."
"Hmm?" Xie Qingyao propped up her upper body with her arms, "Your Majesty favors you?"
The dress was originally draped loosely on her body, and the collar was now completely open.
He Zheng paused and then closed her clothes in front of her chest.
Xie Qingyao looked down, her porcelain-white cheeks stained a light pink, and she murmured happily: "Why cover it up? It's not like I haven't seen it before."
"Xie Qingyao." He Zheng called her and tapped her forehead with his fingers.
"Oh, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me." Xie Qingyao wrinkled her nose and vaguely saw the corners of He Zheng's lips curled up.
She leaned over and hooked her arms around He Zheng's neck, pressing her body against him. "Go to sleep."
He Zheng avoided the wound on her back, put his big hand on her waist, and looked at her with gentle eyes.
"Um."
It was a cold winter night, but the temperature was rising silently.
Both of them were hot.
He Zheng: "Your Majesty is not biased towards me, Your Majesty is protecting Prince Qin and Concubine Yin."
Because Emperor Jinde knew very well that if they moved, He Zheng would send them to reunite with Princess Yong'an and her family, in perfect order.
Stopping them is to prevent them from going to their deaths.
Xie Qingyao looked straight at He Zheng, leaned forward and kissed him twice, then snuggled into his arms, "Is that so?"
"Your Majesty favors them, but I will always favor the Marquis."
A simple sentence is enough to shake people's hearts.
He Zheng curled the corners of his mouth imperceptibly and pressed his forehead against hers.
He replied, "I heard it."
His nose touched hers, their lips touching.
The kiss was particularly long and passionate.
Light snow was falling outside the window. Inside the house, two people whose souls were intertwined hugged each other tightly, feeling very sad.
…
He Zheng had a very accurate understanding of Emperor Jinde’s thoughts.
At the morning court, Emperor Jinde announced that the king should go to his fiefdom and not be allowed to enter the capital without being summoned.
King Qin was very surprised and filled with anger, but now he looked very sad, as if he was extremely reluctant to leave.
"Father, I cannot bear to leave you and my mother. I want to stay by your side and fulfill my filial duties."
Naturally, he was extremely unwilling to do so. Staying away from Shangjing meant staying away from the center of power. How could he fight for power and inherit the throne?
Yesterday he was still thinking about how to retaliate against Marquis Anguo, and he couldn't sleep all night, but today he was hit hard.
Father, oh father, are you so worried about him dealing with Marquis Anguo?
Are you so partial to Marquis Anguo? You won't tolerate him harming Marquis Anguo in the slightest?
Prince Qin really wanted to ask Emperor Jinde who was his son, him Zhao Tingyu or that unrelated He Zheng?
The ministers were also surprised. They had just heard the news that Princess Yong'an had died unexpectedly due to a serious illness, and in the blink of an eye, the king was sent away to his fiefdom. What could be the connection between the two?
At this time, someone from the loyalist camp stood up and said, "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness is still young. I'm afraid it's too early for him to go to his fiefdom now."
"Yes, Your Majesty," another person echoed. "Princess Yong'an passed away unexpectedly, and Concubine Yin is deeply saddened. It is only right that His Royal Highness Prince Qin stay in Shangjing and wait until after the princess's funeral before heading to his fiefdom."
Anyway, Qin Wang can't leave now no matter what, he has to find a way to stay.
Emperor Jinde's face remained calm as he said calmly, "Prince Qin has reached adulthood, so it's only natural for him to go to his fiefdom."
"Yong'an's funeral is simple, and the king does not need to stay for it."
"Father." Prince Qin was very moved, "I am reluctant to leave..."
Emperor Jinde remained unmoved and said frankly: "If the king goes to his fiefdom and does something good for the local people, I will be comforted."
"Your mother and Yong'an will be happy to see it."
"Once you have settled down and made achievements, I will naturally summon you to the capital. I hope you will not disappoint me."
King Qin's face turned ugly and he felt very disappointed. All his rebuttals were blocked.
My father is determined to drive him out of Shangjing.
He is the emperor's son.
His father actually treated him like this.
King Qin looked at He Zheng with extreme resentment, his eyes seemed to be filled with poison.
Look at the culprit who got him expelled.
Emperor Jinde noticed his look and suddenly said, "The king will leave for his fiefdom in three days."
The King Qin's voice choked with sobs: "Your son obeys your command."
Sooner or later, he would return to Shangjing, turn Marquis Anguo into a homeless dog, and let his father see how foolish his decision today was.
"Marquis Anguo, we met by the mountains and rivers, and we will meet again in the future." He said as he passed by.
He Zheng's expression remained indifferent as he said calmly, "Maybe."
If that day really comes, it will be his death.
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