Chapter 38: Sacrificing Oneself to Save
Whenever Xiao Jingheng traveled, he was accompanied by an imperial carriage, and countless palace maids followed him.
But Song Zhao only has his own pair of legs.
The only one who can travel in a sedan chair in the palace is the head empress of the palace. Her status is far from that.
But Jamel Xiao was also thinking of her.
When he came to the outside of Chaoyang Palace holding Song Zhao's hand, he told Zhang Deshun, "Go prepare a sedan chair for Concubine Song."
Song Zhao hurriedly said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, but I am of low status and cannot bear such an honor..."
"I reward you, so you deserve it." Xiao Jingheng held her hand tightly, and said jokingly with a smile: "If you feel that riding in a sedan alone is ostentatious, you can ride in the imperial carriage with me, so that we can be closer."
If someone saw him riding in a sedan alone, he would inevitably give people a chance to talk about him. But if he rode in the same sedan with Xiao Jingheng, it would cause even greater trouble if the news got out.
Song Zhao had something important to do today, so she could only half-heartedly say, "Your Majesty is always making fun of me."
After that, under the guidance of Jiang Deshun, he got on a mahogany sedan chair carried by two people.
Chaoyang Palace is located near the Imperial Garden.
It only took about half an incense stick of time to reach the southeast corner of the Imperial Garden.
After the sedan stopped, Xiao Jingheng opened the curtain of Song Zhao's sedan and reached out to her.
"Give me your hand."
Song Zhao let him help him get down from the sedan chair. When he landed on the ground, he deliberately staggered and fell into Xiao Jingheng's arms without leaving a trace.
She dressed up carefully when she came to Chaoyang Palace today.
At this moment, Xiao Jingheng looked closely at the beauty in his arms, and bursts of fragrant fragrance emanated from Song Zhao's body.
The smell was fresh and light, like her own body odor, but more alluring than the scent of flowers.
The concubine had been accompanying him these past few days. She loved luxury, always wearing heavy makeup and smelling heavily of perfume.
When you first see someone dressed like the Concubine Chen, you will always be amazed, but after getting to know her for a long time, you will find that she is a little lacking.
It's just right to be like Song Zhao.
She is gorgeous but not coquettish, with the cuteness and clarity of a young girl, as well as the brightness and charm of a mature woman.
Song Zhao accidentally bumped into Xiao Jingheng's arms at first, but at this moment Xiao Jingheng's broad hands tightly grasped her shoulders, not allowing her to break free.
Song Zhao lowered her eyes, her long and thick eyelashes drooping naturally, and said shyly:
"Your Majesty...many people are watching~"
“Hahaha~” Xiao Jingheng loved to see her shy look, which made her look even more delicate and made people want to kiss her.
He lifted Song Zhao's chin and moved closer to her lips.
But when Song Zhao closed her eyes and thought he was going to kiss her, he suddenly stopped, leaned close to her ear, and said in a low voice,
"I pamper you, if they want to watch, let them watch."
"Your Majesty..." Song Zhao pouted and buried her head in Xiao Jingheng's arms, her ears turning red with embarrassment.
Which man can stand a beauty like her rubbing against Xiao Jingheng's arms?
Xiao Jingheng held her waist and led her to the depths of the Imperial Garden.
Jiang Deshun and the others took two steps forward, and then heard Xiao Jingheng turn around and say to him:
"Stay where you are, and don't follow me."
Jiang Deshun understood immediately after hearing this.
It seems that the emperor wants to do something fancy today.
He was also tactful and immediately stopped all the palace servants and just waited from a distance.
After the two people walked away, Xiao Jingheng's hands began to become restless.
"What do you think of the scenery here, my dear?"
Song Zhao felt a little itchy when he touched her. She hummed sweetly, bit her lip and nodded, "Very good."
"Oh?" Xiao Jingheng leaned close to her ear, gently bit her earlobe, and said in a low and scratching voice:
"But I feel that the scenery of this imperial garden is not even one ten-thousandth as beautiful as that of my beloved concubine."
As he said this, his palm had already covered Song Zhao's waist belt.
Spring is about to appear before our eyes.
But at this moment, I suddenly heard a palace servant behind me exclaim:
"Your Majesty, be careful!"
Xiao Jingheng, who was intoxicated by the gentleness of the place, suddenly shuddered and subconsciously looked back.
He saw countless pieces of rubble suddenly falling from the rockery behind him, and were smashing towards him and Song Zhao at a very fast speed.
The guards were too far away, and it was impossible for them to rush over to rescue the emperor.
At the critical moment, Song Zhao suddenly pushed Xiao Jingheng away with all his strength.
Then she took a quick step and stood in front of Jamel Xiao, letting the falling rubble hit her back like raindrops.
She groaned in pain, her knees softened and she half-knelt on the ground.
Xiao Jingheng, who was pushed away by her, immediately stepped forward to check the situation: "Is anyone injured?"
Song Zhao frowned slightly and shook his head, then asked, "Is the emperor injured?"
Xiao Jingheng helped Song Zhao up and looked at the rubble scattered on the ground behind her, among which were a few larger pieces.
If it falls from such a high place, even if it is gravel, it will be extremely painful when it hits a person.
"Why are you so stupid?"
He looked at Song Zhao with earnest eyes, the heartache in his eyes almost overflowing.
Song Zhao smiled weakly and said softly, "We just encountered a dangerous situation. I was afraid that I might hurt the emperor, so I couldn't care less."
Xiao Jingheng gently stroked Song Zhao's back. His force was very light, but at the moment his palm landed, he heard a slight "hiss" from Song Zhao's mouth.
His eyebrows jumped, and his heart ached. "You still say you're fine? You must be hurt."
Jiang Deshun rushed over with his guards, and said in a panic, "Is the emperor hurt?"
Xiao Jingheng's face darkened, and he gently picked up Song Zhao and carried him horizontally. He walked quickly towards the imperial chariot, and said solemnly:
"Send the imperial physician to Yaohua Palace. Also, find the palace servants in the Ministry of Internal Affairs who are responsible for repairing the rockery and have them all beaten to death."
Later that day, Song Zhao and Xiao Jingheng rode the imperial chariot back to Yaohua Palace together.
At first, when Concubine Yao saw the imperial carriage coming, she thought it was Xiao Jingheng who came to see her, so she went out to greet him.
As a result, just after she finished greeting, she saw Xiao Jingheng carrying Song Zhao walking down from the imperial sedan chair. She was so shocked that her eyes widened and she was speechless for a moment.
The imperial physician arrived quickly. When he heard that Song Zhao had injured his back while blocking rubble for Xiao Jingheng, he said he would examine Song Zhao carefully.
Song Zhao clutched her clothes tightly and shook her head with difficulty, "Your Majesty, I am really fine..."
Xiao Jingheng saw through her girlish thoughts.
Well, as a girl, how could she have the nerve to let the imperial physician look at her back?
He sent the imperial physician to wait in the outer hall, and then said to Song Zhao:
"The imperial physician cannot see it, but you are not shy about it. Let me take a look."
Xiao Jingheng was extremely concerned, so Song Zhao had no choice but to turn his back and let him take off his clothes.
The gauze shirt was gradually removed, revealing the girl's delicate white back and beautiful butterfly bones.
Further down, several conspicuous purple scars were revealed.
It was obvious that these scars were caused by the rubble that had just fallen from the rockery.
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