Concubine Ning, one of the emperor's love

Chapter 100
"In the middle of the night, the West Pavilion where the Empress was staying had a rat infestation for some reason. The Empress Empress, Qingxiu, was flustered for a moment, lost her hands and then accidentally knocked over the candlestick. The wick stained the books, and it started to burn."

Yan Xiangxun's face turned pale: "Why are there rats in the palace?"

Xiao Xizi said: "Miss Wen said she was greedy at night, so she steamed a basket of steamed buns with red bean stuffing, and then she attracted the voles, but she surprised the empress, that's all, she said yes, "Xiao Xizi wiped the cold sweat off her head, her teeth trembling a little, "It is said that the voles frightened the empress to death, which caused the burning beam to smash her arm, and King Chang Yu led the imperial army to come early, so there was no accident. become a catastrophe."

"What did the emperor say?"

Xiao Xizi thought over and over again, not daring to miss any details: "The emperor summoned all the officials to discuss matters in Yanqing Palace, but the empress is still in a coma at the moment, and I am afraid that she will take care of her for a while, so the emperor agreed. Niangniang will go back to Weiyang Palace first to recuperate, so the matter of practicing Zen will be put on hold for the time being."

After finishing speaking in one breath, just as Xiao Xizi took a deep breath, His Royal Highness gave him a cold look: "Who asked the queen?"

Don't ask the queen?Oh, Miss Wenjia!
Xiao Xizi was like kneeling on pins and needles, and she never let go of her heart: "Miss Wen is a blessing in disguise. She hurt her leg, and the emperor gave her a phoenix chariot, and also rewarded many precious medicinal materials to keep her healthy."

Yan Xiangxun's face turned cold: "Didn't you say that she is fine?" His eyes were in a mess, as if something was about to overflow, and the ups and downs of deep light and shadow were shocking.

No wonder the father-in-law said that Miss Wen's family is simply a thorn in His Highness's heart, no one can touch it, no, this thorn is piercing, Xiao Xizi is trembling: "My slave is saying that Miss Wen is fine, she is fine." Look at it. My master's face was ugly, and he immediately added, "It's just some skin trauma."

"Didn't Yan Xiaoyu go? Why is she still injured?"

Well, His Highness is annoyed, His Highness King Chang Yu is annoyed, this shortcoming is really obvious.

Xiao Xizi hesitated: "Yeah, maybe it's because... because, His Royal Highness King Chang Yu."

"what happened?"

That's the only guy who can make this invincible little overlord go up and down like this.

Xiao Xizi trembled slightly, and her heart almost didn't jump out: "It is said that Miss Wen was injured by the crossbar in order to save King Chang Yu, and Miss Wen asked the emperor for many rewards for this, saying that the life-saving grace is great. Rutian, it’s fine if you promise with your body, and you need to pay for medical expenses and labor services.”

After some words, Yan Xiangxun murmured thoughtfully, "Thank you for saving your life?"

He thought, how can that girl be a good stubble?

"The grace of saving my life..." Before dawn, a candle was lit in Chang Yu Palace, Yan Xiaoyu was half leaning on the couch, his face was pale, and he murmured those four words again, "The grace of saving my life?" With a sneer, he touched the wound in his abdomen, and his face turned paler.

Kneeling beside the couch was Deputy Commander Xu of the Imperial Forest Army: "Yes, my lord, that's what Miss Wen told the Holy Majesty."

Yan Xiaoyu propped himself up halfway, with anger visible between his brows: "How can you believe my father?" He still remembered those bright and clear eyes, as cunning as a fox, that woman seemed to have predicted the future , to dare to act so boldly.

"It was the Yulin Army who saw Miss Wen dragged you out of the Ruyu Pavilion with their own eyes, and," Deputy Commander Xu raised his eyes, as if looking at you, and said, "When the subordinates sent you back, Miss Wen said that His Highness was kidnapped by Mars. The body is burned, although she has bandaged it a little, but the wound is inconvenient..." Deputy Commander Xu's eyes dodged more and more, "The injury is in an inconvenient place, so there is no need to deal with it, so let the subordinates wait and move carefully, don't worry about it." It touched His Highness's wound."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Xiaoyu's face turned pale, and his handsome face was tense, as if he was about to explode.

Deputy Commander Xu was dripping with cold sweat, and asked cautiously, "My lord, can Doctor Xuan come over to look at the wound?"

"Need not."

Yan Xiaoyu answered too quickly, too fast to cover up.Thinking about it, it really hurts the inconvenience...

Deputy Commander Xu hesitated: "Then your injury?"

Yan Xiaoyu's face turned cold, and he said sharply: "Back off."

This is becoming angry from embarrassment?The deputy commander retreated resentfully, and just as he walked to the door, he heard a loud noise inside, as if the jade-necked vase next to the prince's bed broke...

"Smell, Qi."

Yan Xiaoyu paused word by word, bit out the name stiffly, her whole face was gloomy, her hands slowly reached into her clothes, three inches below her abdomen...

How did he deny it, how did he expose that cunning woman, how did he tell everyone how rogue and sinister she was... how could he admit that the three-inch knife in the abdomen, blood but no bones, was only skin and flesh, but was gouged out by that woman. dignity.

Therefore, even if it is a loss, he has to swallow it.

Wen Qi, Wen Qi... Yan Xiaoyu was thinking of that person's name secretly, feeling his heart was biting like an ant, it was painful and itchy, he ruthlessly pulled the brocade belt tied to his lower abdomen, stained with some blood, vaguely It can be seen that there is a line of flamboyant characters-the living and the dead don't leave their names, please call me Wen Sanhao.

Yan Xiaoyu's face turned green, she raised her hand, and smashed the woman's brocade sash with a palm, only to see the brocade sash fluttering, and a trace of embroidered silk fell down, and a line of small characters was written with burning wood-here, the classics Be firm, haha, the heroism is not bad.

That green face, purple...a mouthful of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the brocade.

(End of this chapter)