Sai Huatuo is indeed a miracle doctor. Nangong Lian'er's injuries have gradually healed in the past few days and she is able to get up and move around.
Because she risked her life to save the emperor, everyone was full of respect for this delicate and beautiful girl. Even the Queen Zhu Lian came to visit her in person with a big belly, which made Nangong Lian'er very happy.
Zhao Huan would come over every day to sit and chat with her for a while. However, his sexual nature would be exposed within a few words, and he would be chased away by Nangong Lian'er every time.
One day, Zhao Huan hummed a little tune and came to Nangong Lian'er's residence. Because she had not been canonized, Nangong Lian'er only lived in the palace maids' quarters. However, Zhao Huan gave her a single room, which was decorated more luxuriously than the concubines' palace.
"Miss Lian'er, what did I bring you?" Zhao Huan walked in with a smile.
Nangong Lian'er curled her lips, pouted her pink little mouth and said: "What else do you have?"
Zhao Huan smiled and took out something from behind him: a plate of lychees.
Nangong Lian'er was overjoyed. Zhao Huan had recently discovered that she loved eating lychees. Yes, she shared the same hobby as Emperor Minghuang of Tang's Yang Guifei, and was just as stunningly beautiful. The difference was that Lian'er was slender, not as plump as Yang Guifei.
Zhao Huan sent the lychees over: "Alas, a red-dusted concubine smiled, but no one knew it was the lychees that came."
Nangong Lian'er was eating a lychee and said, "Oh, it's rare that His Majesty is showing off his knowledge today."
Zhao Huan was very pleased with himself: "Of course, would you like me to write you a poem?"
Nangong Lian'er sneered: "Forget it, I've never seen you write poetry before, so how can you write a good poem?"
What she said was indeed true. How could the unlearned Zhao Huan write any elegant poems? He could only sing "geese, geese, geese" with his neck curved to the sky.
But this didn't bother him. "I can't write poetry, so how could I not know the poems of the Yuan and Ming dynasties?" "Wait until I get a poem from the Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties and read it out to you, and see what you say."
"Who said that? I'll write a poem for you to listen to. There's a Peach Blossom Hut in Peach Blossom Valley, and under the Hut is a Peach Blossom Fairy. The Peach Blossom Fairy plants peach trees and picks peach blossoms to exchange for wine... There are no flowers and no wine, so I'll just hoe the fields."
Nangong Lian'er was stunned: "Did you write this?"
"Of course, I am a man of both civil and military abilities."
"Boring," Nangong Lian'er rolled her eyes at him.
Zhao Huan had expected her to praise him, but Nangong Lian'er wasn't interested at all. Little did he know that Nangong Lian'er and Zhao Huan were equally matched. She was okay at martial arts, but forget about poetry and couplets. In this respect, Nangong Lian'er was far inferior to Li Shishi.
"I'm so bored in this palace." Nangong Lian'er pouted.
"Then I'll take you out for a walk someday?"
Nangong Lian'er was overjoyed and grabbed his arm: "Really, when?"
With tax reforms and official assessments these days, government affairs are incredibly busy. Zhao Huan only has a moment of free time like this, so he comes over to chat with Nangong Lian'er.
But seeing her happy face, Zhao Huan couldn't bear to refuse, so he said: "Well, let's do it tomorrow."
Nangong Lian'er happily hugged his neck and kissed him on the cheek: "You are the emperor, you can't go back on your word. I'm leaving now." After that, Nangong Lian'er jumped out with her plate of lychees. She went to find Tang Wan'er. These days, Nangong Lian'er liked to run to Tang Wan'er whether she had something to do or not.
Zhao Huan stood there in a daze. His cheek, kissed by Nangong Lian'er, was still burning hot, and her fragrance still lingered on his nose. He couldn't help but feel ecstatic.
There are many fun places in the capital, but Zhao Huan thought of a better place, which is Jiuxian Mountain.
The scenery at Jiuxian Mountain is beautiful, and Nangong Lian'er will definitely like it. Zhao Huan also wants to find Chen Guoting and ask him to explain how to deal with corrupt officials.
The next day, Zhao Huan invited Cao Dongsheng to join him as he headed for Jiuxian Mountain. This time, all three of them were in disguise. Nangong Lian'er was wearing her fiery red robe, which accentuated her beautiful face, making Zhao Huan's heart pound.
Nangong Lian'er was as happy as a little bird. Although she had just recovered from her injury, she didn't feel tired at all and kept chattering all the way.
When Nangong Lian'er reached the hillside of Jiuxian Mountain, she realized she had been tricked. Zhao Huan had no intention of hanging out with her. He immediately went into Chen Guoting's thatched cottage, where the two of them chatted for the better part of a day.
When Zhao Huan came out, he noticed Nangong Lian'er's unhappy expression, so he had to smile and say, "Miss Lian'er, why don't we go to the top of the mountain to take a look?"
"No, I want to go back to the palace." Nangong Lian'er said angrily.
Cao Dongsheng noticed the awkward atmosphere and hurriedly advised, "Your Majesty, it's already past noon. Miss Nangong has just recovered from her injuries, so we should return to the palace as soon as possible to prevent her from overworking herself."
Zhao Huan pretended to be enlightened: "Right, right, right, why didn't I think of that? Lian'er, your health is the most important thing. I will bring you here when you recover from your injuries."
Nangong Lian'er said nothing and walked down the mountain silently.
If it were Tang Wan'er or Mu Xin, they wouldn't dare show it in front of Zhao Huan even if they were unwilling. Nangong Lian'er didn't care. She had been the beloved eldest daughter of the Nangong family since she was a child. In her eyes, Zhao Huan was just a powerful man. If you pissed her off, she would give you a hard time.
The three of them were silent as they went down the mountain. Zhao Huan tried his best to come up with an idea to make her happy. But whenever he faced Nangong Lian'er, Zhao Huan felt like his brain was short-circuiting.
It was past noon, and the families at the foot of the mountain had already eaten lunch and gone to work in the fields. These farmers always woke up earlier than the chickens and slept later than the dogs, because they had to work hard to make ends meet.
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