The queen is charming, but powerful ministers lure her to seize power and usurp the throne

Chapter 232 Frontier Movement ()
Zhe Sang was lying on the bed and heard the door opening. He opened his eyes and saw that it was Fu Rong.

After he left angrily last time, he didn't show up for two days.

Fu Rong put the medicine on the low table beside the bed, "You were asleep for three hours today."

She was lying weakly, covered with a thin quilt. Her black hair spread out between the pillows and her pale, lifeless face fell into Fu Rong's eyes. They were so fragile and heart-wrenching.

"Thank you." Because of her illness, her voice was hoarse and weak. If he hadn't been sitting by the bed, he wouldn't have been able to hear her clearly.

He stretched out his hand to help her sit up, but she resisted like needles, "Don't touch me! Get away!"

The big hand froze in the air, the fingertips trembled, and finally he took it back angrily.

"The medicine must be drunk while it's hot to be effective..." He said slowly, "Don't get excited, I won't touch you just...be careful..."

Zhe Sang tried his best to move his body and half leaned on the head of the bed.

Seeing him stirring the brown soup in the bowl with a spoon, Fu Rong didn't expect her medicine to be so bitter.

"I'll ask someone to buy some candied fruits."

He said, carefully holding out the spoon containing the medicine towards her.

Zhe Sang turned away, showing undisguised disgust.

"nausea."

Fu Rong took the initiative to show his kindness by bowing his head, and came to take care of her and do these trivial things for her.

She threw these two words at him.

The raised hand was stiff and abrupt, just like he had done to himself.

The hand holding the bowl suddenly moved, and with a snap, the porcelain bowl shattered into pieces, and the corners of the navy blue robe were stained by the splash of concoction, just like the relationship between them, which suddenly became chaotic and unreasonable. Unclear.

Zhe Sang didn't blink, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Fu Rong took a few deep breaths and finally calmed down.

"Come here, fry it again."

"Yes."

Fu Rong smoothed the wrinkles on his knees and loosened Songyu's fingers.

"Don't think that I will let you go. Do you want to force me to help you and Gu Heng?" He gritted his teeth, "There is no way! You are my wife, even if you die, you will enter my imperial mausoleum!"

In the past few days while Fu Rong was recovering from his injuries, she had also inquired a lot about the news after arriving in Cangcheng.

"Same, in, same, out, same, drink, same, eat... very good!"

"I am in pain day and night in the palace...Su Zhesang, look what you are doing?"

I thought finding her would be a wonderful beginning, but the reality was a cruel beginning.

"Did Gu Heng give you the ecstasy soup?" He stared at her, "Ah? Talk!"

Zhe Sang gave him an indifferent look.

"He is a thousand times better than you."

She didn't feel guilty, but said such words. The news about Fu Rong's inner resistance in the past was gradually confirmed by her.

Fu Rong stood up suddenly, so angry that he almost wanted to take action.

Zhe Sang covered her lips and coughed, seeming to be in severe discomfort.

The servant carrying the medicine stood at the door and did not dare to enter.

Fu Rong's face was livid, "Come in!"

The servant's legs were weak. He carefully placed the medicine on the table and then hunched over to exit. Then he heard him say angrily:

"stop."

"You feed her!"

When Zhe Sang drank the medicine, Fu Rong stood aside with his hands behind his back.

He wiped his lips and took a candied fruit in his mouth.

"For the sake of the child, I will not hold you accountable. As long as you acknowledge your mistakes and repent, you will still be my queen, and the child will still be the prince."

"As for Gu Heng," he snorted coldly, with a sinister look in his eyes, "I will never let him go!"

When Fu Rong thought Zhe Sang would not answer, he heard her ask softly: "When will you return to the palace?"

He turned around, spoke in a gentler tone, and looked at her, "When you recover, we will set off back to the palace."

It's us.

She lowered her eyes, her posture a little more pleasing to the eye, "The Holy One has so many things to do, how can he stay here for so long?"

"Gu Heng colluded with the county magistrate. It's very dangerous for me to be here. They all advised me to go back first."

"But for you, I'm not afraid."

"I'm just afraid that if I blink, you'll disappear again." He sat on the edge of the bed again, raised his hand to caress her face, and said foolishly, "Zhesang, I realized after you left... I can't live without you. Not even Japan!"

Zhe Sang turned sideways and avoided his hand.

"I'm tired and want to take a nap." "Okay."

"You sit here and can't sleep."

"I am going out."

The door was carefully closed, and Fu Rong stood at the door for a while before leaving, seemingly very reluctant to leave.

Half a quarter of an hour after the footsteps disappeared, Zhe Sang's closed eyes immediately opened. She climbed up carefully, supported the wall and walked to the large vase half a person's height in the corner, and put her index and middle fingers into her throat——

She drank two doses of medicine every day and vomited the other.

Not only was he afraid of hurting the child, but he was also afraid that he would be taken away after he recovered.

According to her calculations, this place is not far from Cangcheng. As long as she stays here for more than ten days, Gu Heng will definitely be able to find her.

Except for the moment when he opened his eyes, Zhe Sang didn't feel so scared after he figured out Fu Rong's thoughts.

She believed in Gu Heng.

Zhe Sang's life was not easy, and it would be no exaggeration to say that he lived like a year.

The physical discomfort is bearable, but what is hateful is having to face Fu Rong's face every day.

At first, Zhe Sang used illness as an excuse.

Later, when he woke up in the middle of the night several times, he would stand beside the bed and stare. He would almost faint from fear every time.

Seeing that she was scared, Fu Rong smiled instead, as if he had found some fun and became more and more excited.

Until Zhesang had nightmares one after another, couldn't sleep well day and night, and kept talking in his sleep, and the doctor was so scared that his courage broke.

Fu Rongcai became frightened and stopped showing up at night.

Gu Heng was much faster than Zhe Sang expected.

Late at night on the fifth day, Fu Rong rushed in, wrapped up Zhe Sang in his sleep, and stuffed him and her into the carriage.

The rapid sound of horse hooves and the clanking wheels of the carriage all signaled that Fu Rong and the others were about to be exposed.

I don’t know how long I ran, but the bright moon gradually faded, and there was a hazy light in the sky.

The dewy grass was trampled into mud by the horse's hooves——

Fu Rong's ears caught the faint sound in the carriage, "Hey——"

"Your Majesty?" The imperial army had to stop and looked at Fu Rong anxiously.

Fu Rong went to the carriage at the back and opened the curtain, only to see a pale face covered in cold sweat, "My stomach... hurts so much..."

When she saw Fu Rong, she seemed to be grasping at straws, "Child! Ah... it hurts, help me..."

The previous doctor was captured by Gu Heng's people. Looking around, there were barren mountains and ridges.

Fu Rong: "How long will it take to get to the next city?"

"One more day."

It takes one day to go to the next city, and only half a day to go back.

Zhe Sang looked frightened and climbed to the window, holding Fu Rong's hand. With tears in his eyes, he begged, "Go back! Save the child...go back!"

The back of his hand felt wet, and Fu Rong lowered his eyes. Everything was blurred in the dim morning light, except for the red color, which was extremely dazzling.

"Please...child...your child..."

She couldn't make a loud sound, but she tried her best.

"Your Majesty, you must not do this! If you don't leave, they will catch up!"

"child……"

"The Holy Lord is surrounded by only about twenty people like me to protect him, but Prime Minister Gu is leading tens of thousands of pursuers. Going back at this time will undoubtedly lead to death!"

Fu Rong's pupils shrank, he opened Zhe Sang's hand and said with difficulty: "There will be children in the future."

Zhe Sang's watery almond eyes looked at him in disbelief. Zhe Sang wrapped his hands around him and pulled him. His sleeves were stained with blood, "No!"

She kept shaking her head, "No! Please...save the child! Save the child!"

"Your Majesty! It's time to leave!"

"Zhesang, bear with me."

Fu Rong was cruel, pulled off her hand forcefully, and pushed her back into the carriage.

"No—Fu Rong—please!"

"Please--"

The woman's shrill pleading was drowned by the sound of horse hooves, but Fu Rong could still hear it clearly. Each sound was weaker than the last, and each sound was weaker than the last, like needles pricking Fu Rong's nerves.

When the sound disappeared, he endured it again and stopped again.

Don't be afraid, no abuse, no abuse, really! ! !
Gu Heng had compensated Zhe Sang a lot, and he rarely objected, right?

Believe me!
Okay, Jia Geng did it. (Although delayed by one day)
It was updated on the 3rd. (Probably to get stuck)

So, good night!