Huo Wuyou kissed him so deeply that Xue Zhiyi's consciousness became a little blurry, as if he was in the clouds.
The groping movements of his hands were clumsy and anxious, and his anxious breathing seemed to carry a burning sensation.
Indulging in such closeness, the two of them only had each other in their eyes. It was not until the knock on the door sounded for the third time that Xue Zhiyi woke up from a dream and pushed Huo Wuyou away a little: "Someone is coming..."
"No matter who he is..." Huo Wuyou once again eagerly swallowed up her soft voice.
Xue Zhiyi's look full of lust made it difficult for him to control himself, and it had a temptation that made him do anything for it.
Pushing him away again, Xue Zhiyi said, "Maybe... there's something urgent."
Huo Wuyou felt like crying. He pounded the bed in frustration and said in a slightly hoarse voice towards the door, "What's going on?"
Xue Zhiyi sat up straight and pulled up his clothes to cover the snow-white shoulders that had just been exposed.
Just outside the door, I heard the voice of Yan Gui: "My Lord, I have something important to report."
The two looked at each other, Huo Wuyou closed his eyes, sighed long and irritably, and was extremely sad.
Huo Wuyou's clothes were half-open, and under his well-defined collarbone, there was a rise and fall that was not visible when he was usually wearing clothes. Xue Zhiyi felt deeply regretful and reluctantly closed his collar and said, "Go."
Seeing Huo Wuyou's extremely aggrieved look, Xue Zhiyi did not forget to considerately wipe off the traces of lip balm on his lips and neck.
Yan Gui entered the house, but he was still some distance away from the inner room where the wedding bed was, so he could not meet Xue Zhiyi. He just handed a secret letter to Huo Wuyou and left.
Holding the letter, Huo Wuyou sat on the marital bed and read it with Xue Zhiyi in the light of the dragon and phoenix candles.
Xue Zhiyi was slightly surprised: "You have been arranging to keep an eye on Prince Cheng's secret agents in Huajing, and finally there is a result."
Huo Wuyou's discontent at having his wedding night interrupted intensified his hatred for Prince Cheng. "It must have been the news I passed on to Prince Cheng that made him take action. I only suspected he had spies in the palace, but I never imagined the identity of those spies would be so surprising."
Xue Zhiyi got up from the bed, folded the letter, and placed it on the candle flame, letting the flames engulf the letter: "If your majesty's illness is related to Prince Cheng, then the cause of your majesty's serious illness is most likely..."
"Seven Days to Eliminate Hatred."
In an instant, a layer of coldness appeared in Huo Wuyou's eyes.
The Seven-Day Recipe for Eliminating Hatred can also be used as a chronic poison that can drain a person's body bit by bit without being detected as toxic.
"Awan." Huo Wuyou also got off the bed. He hugged Xue Zhiyi from behind and said, "I have to go to the palace. His Majesty can't die yet."
If the emperor died, Gu Shichong, who was in Huajing, could control Huajing as quickly as possible and then ascend the throne.
Prince Cheng's goal was definitely not to kill the emperor and let Gu Shichong take advantage of this opportunity, but poisons are not good at seeing things, so who knows what accidents might happen? This matter concerns the life and death of the emperor, and also their own lives. Huo Wuyou dare not neglect it.
And he must enter the palace tonight. If anyone wants to do something while the emperor is seriously ill, tonight is the best time - the emperor's confidant and close minister are getting married, and this is the time when the emperor is at his weakest.
Xue Zhiyi naturally understood this truth. She turned around and held Huo Wuyou's face: "Be careful, don't make me a widow after my wedding."
Huo Wuyou tutted his words: "You have such a poisonous tongue."
The person with the most experience in detoxifying this poison right now is Sui Yunlang. At this hour, Sui Yunlang must have been extremely drunk. It's a pity that he was dragged into the palace to do work while drunk.
…
Outside the palace gate.
Huo Wuyou only brought Yan Gui and a drunk Sui Yunlang.
As the commander of the Cavalry Battalion, according to the rules, if there is an urgent matter that needs to be reported to the emperor, he can ask for an audience at any time, and no one can prevent him from reporting.
However, Shen Qingwei, who was informing Huo Wuyou of the news, did not seem to be having much luck.
As the emperor's personal guard, Shen Qingwei strictly abided by his duties and did not leave the palace tonight.
He looked anxious. "When I went to pass on the message, it was Consort An who was attending to the sick. She said that Your Majesty was seriously ill and had just fallen asleep after taking medicine. The emperor's health was the most important thing, and we must not disturb him. As Your Majesty's personal guard, I cannot go to Jianzhang Palace to ask the Empress Dowager to intervene."
After that, he continued, "Marquis Lin'an, what on earth has happened that you are so anxious to find His Majesty?"
But Huo Wuyou said, "It is precisely because Your Majesty is seriously ill that I am here to see you for the most urgent matter."
Under Shen Qingwei's puzzled gaze, Huo Wuyou said, "Your Majesty's condition may not be caused by illness, but by someone else's intervention. I have brought a doctor here. We will know if there is any problem with your condition once we check."
Shen Qingwei was shocked and lowered her voice: "Marquis Lin'an, what are you talking about? Even if you have doubts, how can you casually say such a thing? What if someone hears..."
"What can't others hear?"
Suddenly, a man came out in the night. He was wearing black clothes and a golden crown, striding with his head held high, followed by a group of guards. It was Gu Shichong.
"Marquis Lin'an, you left your bride alone in the empty room on your wedding night and ran to the palace gate and spoke wildly. Are you crazy?" He narrowed his sinister eyes and looked at Huo Wuyou with a malice that could not be ignored.
Although the two did not openly quarrel with each other, they were both well aware of each other's secret confrontation. Otherwise, why would Gu Shichong come here in such a hurry at night when he heard that Huo Wuyou was making a scene at the palace gate?
But Huo Wuyou turned around to face Gu Shichong. He was still wearing red, but it was a wedding dress that he had not had time to change. The intricate beads on it shone brightly under the light of the torch. It did not look cumbersome, but instead made his bright features more charming.
Huo Wuyou stopped playing the cousin game and simply smiled, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. Madam, like me, cares deeply about Your Majesty's health and is more aware of priorities. Your Highness has never married, so perhaps you don't understand the feeling of shared destiny."
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