shock!Crazy criticism of treacherous ministers was dumbfounded by soft beauty kiss

Chapter 111 Decoction
"Nu Ale, see Your Majesty, see Your Majesty."

A young eunuch followed Dong Ruo into the palace.He looked young and his face was immature, but he didn't show timidity here, and his etiquette was perfect without any mistakes.

"Are you from the imperial garden?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, it was the slave's turn to be on duty in the Royal Garden that day, and I happened to meet Zhao Cairen."

"What have you seen, tell me verbatim."

Emperor Liang leaned forward slightly, his tone slightly lowered.

"Yes. I saw that Zhao Cairen looked sleepy, so I didn't dare to disturb him. I just trimmed the flowers and trees at the side. But after a while, I heard Cairen shout, and I hurried to see him. At that time, Cairen had fallen on the ground. The ground, already... already sees red."

A Le said that he occasionally stumbled when he came, but he was still smooth.Emperor Liang raised his eyelids again: "What about the others?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, everything else is the same as what the Caiyi girl said, only... just..."

Ale seemed to be taboo about something, his face was uncertain.

"The holy driver is in front, what are you hemming and hawing?"

Jiang Zhi frowned and urged, Ale carefully looked up, her eyes flickered, it seemed to outsiders that she was glaring at Ale.A Le quickly lowered his head, Wei Wei said: "Yes... yes, I will just say it."

"Before Zhao Cairen came... I saw a strange Gong'e squatting on the cobblestone road and didn't know what to do. I thought it was strange and went up to ask her, but the palace'e turned around and ran away as soon as I saw the slave. What is it called?" Neither should."

"If what Ale said is true, then... someone intentionally killed Zhao Cairen?"

Jiang Zhi's eyes froze: "Have you ever seen the appearance of that palace maid?"

"Returning to the empress, I was in a hurry at that time, and I didn't get to see the truth. I just remember...the clothes of the maid, not like ordinary sweeping maids, as if...as if she was working next to some young master."

When Ah Le spoke to the end, his voice became softer and softer.After all, such words can be said to make everyone present suspect. For a while, everyone looked at each other, and those who were close to each other began to whisper.

"You really don't remember anything else?"

Ale was silent for a moment, hesitatingly said: "Slave... I still know something, but I don't know whether I should mention it..."

"Although you say, with His Majesty here, are you afraid that someone will harm you?"

Ale paid homage: "A few days ago, when I went to the flower house to pick up flowers, I heard the palace people chatting there, talking about going to Changle Palace to ask for a pot of pebbles."

"Pebbles?" Jiang Zhi raised her eyebrows, and looked at Liu Qiyun with a half-smile, "Dare you ask me what you want the pebbles for?"

"I want some pebbles to serve the flowers and plants, is there a problem?" Liu Qiyun snorted, how could she not have noticed anything at this time.

"Have you never been to the other palaces?" Emperor Liang said slowly.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, this... I don't know, but the conservatory should have a record."

"Then the servants from Xuanhuafang will come." Jiang Zhi glanced at Emperor Liang, and after obtaining permission, she gave the order.

Song Qing'an rubbed his forehead, feeling a little tired.

"Your Majesty," she stood up and gave Yingying a blessing, "I feel unwell and want to go out to get some air."

Emperor Liang frowned, but after thinking about it, it was a matter of concubines in the harem, and it had nothing to do with her as a princess, not to mention that she was always in poor health.Therefore, Emperor Liang didn't stop her much, and followed her with a wave of his hand.

Song Qing'an thanked him for his kindness, and turned around to go outside the hall.

There are so many people crowded in one room, and the concubine loves to dress up, the smell of various incense powders mixed together made her dizzy.

She didn't go too far, she just stood on the porch leaning against the railing, lost in thought.

Zhu Yan stood quietly behind him, and then Song Qing'an suddenly asked: "The servants in Zhao Cairen's palace... have there been any changes?"

Zhu Yan was puzzled, but replied truthfully: "I don't know, if the princess wants to know, the servant will ask Zhuo Ning to find out?"

"...I'll go later, I'm afraid there are many pairs of eyes staring at the place right now."

Song Qing'an lightly tapped on the railing, looking into the distance.

Zhu Yan only thought that Song Qing'an was concerned about Zhao Cairen's miscarriage, so she didn't take it to heart.

"Zhao Cairen...is he in the side hall?"

Song Qing'an's eyes lit up when he thought of Zhao Cairen who had been paid out from the beginning.

"Come with me to see her."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left, and Zhu Yan hurriedly followed.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the main hall, the side hall looks much deserted.

There were two maids at the door, seeing that it was Song Qing'an, she didn't stop her.

Zhao Cairen lay on the soft couch, with a bowl of soup on the small table beside him.

"Why didn't Cairen take the medicine, it would be cold later."

Song Qing'an walked in with a smile on his face, and Zhao Cairen suddenly opened his eyes when he was startled by the sudden voice.

"Princess……"

After Zhao Cairen was astonished, he wanted to stand up and greet him, but was pushed back by Song Qing'an.

"Tairen's body is still weak, it's better to lie down and recuperate."

Zhuyan moved a rose chair behind Song Qing'an, and the latter took advantage of the opportunity and sat down beside Zhao Cairen's soft couch, and shifted his gaze to the bowl of medicine: "The concubine Chen really misses Cairen, and she still doesn't forget to fry him." What about the medicine?"

Zhao Cairen twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile on his face: "Concubine Chen is kind-hearted... I am very grateful."

Song Qing'an smiled, reached out to take the medicine bowl and sniffed it under his nose.

The wall of the bowl is still slightly hot, obviously the medicine has just been fried.

Song Qing'an looked at Zhao Cairen without a trace, and saw that she was a little nervous when she saw that she had taken the medicine.

She pretended not to notice, and looked at Zhao Cairen with raised eyebrows: "I tried it on Cairen's behalf, and this medicine just works."

Zhao Cairen opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by Song Qing'an raising his hand.

Song Qing'an seemed to think about it carefully, and then said: "Really, I have forgotten that it is not convenient for Cairen to drink medicine by himself in his current body."

"Zhuyan," Song Qing'an beckoned, Zhuyan immediately stepped forward and bowed his head respectfully, "Serve the talented man and drink the medicine."

"Yes."

Zhu Yan responded in a low voice, took the medicine bowl and knelt in front of Zhao Cairen's soft couch, scooped up a spoonful and handed it to her lips.

The bitter smell of the decoction dissipated, Zhao Cairen turned his head, glanced at the decoction, then looked at Song Qing'an, with a hint of begging in his eyes.

But Song Qing'an didn't seem to notice it, and his face was puzzled and worried: "Does Cairen think this medicine is bitter... Actually, I also feel it."

"You guys, go get some candied fruit."

Song Qing'an raised his voice to the maid outside the hall, and the two looked at each other, hesitating for a while.

"The princess is in the palace, what are you worried about, hurry up!"

Zhu Yan looked sideways and said, and the two looked at each other again before retiring and leaving.

"Princess……"

Song Qing'an looked down at her, held her hand outside the quilt, and smiled innocently: "This will be all right, only people remember to drink the medicine, and the body will get better as soon as possible, right?"

"Tairen is still so young, as long as he rests well, he can still conceive a dragon heir."

What Song Qing'an said were ordinary comforting words, even if someone eavesdropped at this time, he wouldn't think there was a problem.But Zhao Cairen's eyes were mournful, and in a moment, a tear rolled down his face.

(End of this chapter)