Ask This Spring

Zhuo Lian didn't like the fragrance that was too strong, so he could not help but slightly folded his eyebrows, holding his breath, and it took a long time to recover. Fu Ningqing, who was next to him, didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Water eyes fixedly looked at the gate of the palace and saw the Seventh Prince and Fan Zhujun stepping over the threshold one after another.

The seventh prince was born handsome and beautiful, and he was surrounded by Fan Zhujun, who was as beautiful as a fairy, and the couple looked like a pair of biren. But when she saw Zhuo Lian sitting in the table, the young woman twisted her cheeks, destroying her own temperament.

Zhuo Lian naturally felt the needle-like gaze, she didn't care, picked up the cup and brought it to her lips. When she smelled the scent of Qiu Lubai, her fingertips trembled slightly.

Qiu Lubai was the royal wine of the Ming Dynasty. Zhuo Lian got an altar by chance in his previous life and drank it with Miss Li. Because this wine is brewed with night dew, the raw materials are taken from the mountains and forests, with the fragrance of grass and trees, and the freshness is extremely refreshing. It is not like it is now, and it reveals a bitterness that is difficult to ignore.

Staring at the porcelain cup on the table, Fu Ningqing was a bit greedy. Before he reached out, his slender wrist was held by someone. "The princess is pregnant and must not touch alcohol. After you give birth safely, the storeroom is Pick any of the best wines, I have nothing to say."

Just now Zhuo Lian only leaned in front of her nose and sniffed. Even if Qiu Lubai had a problem, she would not be caught, but other people did not have such experience.

There was a faint worry in the bottom of his eyes, Zhuo Lian looked at Huan Shen, who seemed to be aware of it, and raised his head to meet her.

I saw the soft fingertips slip across the wall of the cup and tapped it three times. Huan Shen's dark eyes flashed. He has known Lianniang for a short time. He knows her temperament very well. The imperial wine in the palace is very good. If there is no problem, she can't wait to taste it. Fan, how can there be caressing the wall of the cup?

Zhuo Lian doesn’t know if the person understands what she meant. It’s okay if the drink is drugged. In case it is a poisonous thing that makes people gut piercing, the guests in the Star Picking Tower want to save their lives. It's harder.

After Fan Zhujun took his seat, the officials and family members were almost there. Seeing the untouched porcelain cup, the woman asked in surprise:

"If I remember correctly, Mrs. Huan is very good at making wine, why not try this Qiu Lubai?"

Zhuo Lian smiled apologetically, "In response to the Seventh Prince and Concubine, the minister's wife was recently drinking soup and medicine to restore her body. suffering."

At this point, even if Fan Zhujun secretly wanted to vomit blood, he couldn't show any clues on the surface. She and His Royal Highness had known about the Prince's plan for a long time. At today's palace banquet, the slaves in the imperial dining room put medicinal and guillotine respectively in the wine.

Such brave and invincible soldiers as Huan Shen will inevitably be able to surrender with poison; as for those female family members who have no power to bind the chicken, it is enough to be drugged.

However, Fan Zhujun's aversion to Zhuo Lian had reached the culmination, and he secretly sent someone to change the drug into a medicinal herb. Surprisingly, it was a pity that she had never drunk.

After noticing that there was a problem with the drink, the Zhuo Lian on the table did not move. Fu Ningqing looked at his friend, and suddenly reached out into his sleeve, and found out a long, thin bamboo tube.

"What is this?"

"Since I was pregnant, I always wanted to eat something sour. Sometimes it's not convenient to go out, so An Ling went to the farm to get dozens of catties of fresh plums, boiled the juice, and added some honey to make plum syrup."

Zhuo Lian squeezed a dark brown candy and just put it in his mouth, a harsh scream suddenly came from outside the hall. She followed the reputation and found that the window sash was flushed red with blood. Accompanied by a rush of footsteps, many sergeants in armor broke into it, could it be the opposite?

In order to conceal people's eyes, Fan Zhujun also drank the liquor mixed with drugs. At this time, she was sore and weak, unable to stand up, and could not take the opportunity to get rid of the thorns in her eyes.

Everyone in the hall noticed something wrong, and caught a glimpse of a colleague who was vomiting blood, Huan Shen threw the wine glass on the ground, and said to Dark Ling:

"You go to protect the princess and Lianniang, don't let them hurt."

An Ling nodded sternly, and quickly walked to the edge of the women's seat. As a dark guard, he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his aura is very comparable. As soon as he saw him, Fu Ningqing seemed to have found the mainstay, stood up with his back waist, and asked in a low voice, "Should we leave by the back door?"

Before the man could answer, Zhuo Lian shook his head and vetoed, "Those thieves and bandits are numerous and powerful, and if they take presumptuous actions, they will definitely look at us. Even if the dark Ling martial arts are extraordinary, they will not get any benefit."

The woman’s voice was not too small. The ladies and ladies around all heard clearly, but some people didn’t take it seriously. They wanted to escape from the chaos. Before they ran out of the hall, they were cut in the leg by the thieves. On the ground, he fell to the ground suddenly, and could only roll on the ground while howling miserably.

Fu Ningqing couldn't bear to hurt her husband at all. At this moment, he was tightly pulling at his cuff and backing back against the root of the wall.

Fortunately, they don't run, and no one takes the initiative to make trouble.

Zhuo Lian shrank from the corner, staring at Huan Shen's figure. This person was guarding the side of Emperor Dehong and the Third Prince. The long knife in his hand was stained with blood, and he severely slashed the enemies who rushed up.

At this moment, the seventh prince was also nearby. He looked at the prince surrounded by his men in the middle of the hall with a trace of contempt across his eyes. The father has been sitting on the dragon chair for decades. What conspiracy and tricks have not been seen? The prince thought he was acting secretly, but in fact he had long revealed the news that even he could get the news. How could the father be defenseless?

Suddenly, a line of guards poured in from the rear. These people were all elite soldiers who had been on the battlefield. They had extremely rich experience against the enemy, and they had the upper hand in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the prince stared fiercely at the youngest who was standing next to the father and the queen mother. The appearance of the same enemies and the enemy pierced his eyes, as if they were the closest relatives, and he was an outsider. The sensibility in his mind was burned a little bit by anger. He gave an order, and those sergeants had no scruples, prepared to fight to the death, and took the lives of the three princes.

The prince was not idle either, bent down to pick up a knife from the ground, and rushed straight to the third prince. He can't get the throne, and the third child can't even think about sitting in the position of prince. They are all brothers of a female compatriot. Why is God so unfair to him?

Even if the prince had caused a terrible disaster, he was the real dragon son and phoenix grandson. The guards didn't dare to stop him, so he rushed to the front for a while.

Huan Shen's expression changed, and he kicked the young man's heart, and yelled in a cold voice: "The overall situation has been set, and your Highness still has to do unnecessary struggles?"

The prince's eyes were flushed red, like a beast, kneeling on the ground and panting heavily, but did not resist.

Seeing this, the seven princes don’t mention how disappointed they are. If the boss can really kill the king, the three princes who are also the queens will definitely be disgusted. Then he will help his father to block it again, and it will not be wasteful for him. Efforts to get the golden silk soft armor. It's a pity that Prince Donggong is actually an unseemly soft-blooded bastard. If he is really allowed to take the throne, Da Zhou is afraid that he will be in danger.

The guards quickly captured the rebellious thieves, and the frightened servants also eased their minds, and hurriedly went to the imperial doctor to diagnose and treat these poisoned dignitaries.

There was a mess in the Star Reaching Building, Zhuo Yan looked at Huan Shen from a distance, and found that the man's clothes had long been soaked in blood, his heart was a little blocked, and his crimson lips were tightly compressed.

"Sister Zhuo don't have to worry, there will be nothing wrong with Zhen Guogong if there is an imperial doctor."

If he had just drunk that glass of poisoned wine, Huan Shen would still be unable to display his great ability, but he understood Zhuo Lian's suggestion and was not poisoned, so he would not fall into danger.

Fan Zhujun lay on the back of the chair, his pale cheeks floated with a light pink, and a strong hatred was drawn across his eyes. She did not expect that the luck of the Huan family was so good that the prince rebelled, and both of them were unscathed. It was really lucky!

The guards bound the prince firmly with hemp rope, and Emperor Dehong measured his eldest son, whose face was like gray ashes, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word. He had noticed the prince's actions earlier, and thought that he had been worrying too much. Unexpectedly, he really dared to risk the world's bad faith and do such a frenzied evil!

The eldest son, whom he carefully taught, has now become this appearance. Emperor Dehong said that he was not disappointed. It must be a lie, but he is also the lord of the world. He must stabilize the overall situation so as not to have another incident.

All the female relatives were sent out of the palace by the guards, Zhuo Yan sat on the carriage, holding his head and looking back frequently.

Along the way, she was worried, and she didn't know if Huan Shen was injured. What if he has a long life and two shortcomings? Even when she entered the store, her cheeks and lips were still bloodless. This haggard and embarrassing appearance was unprecedented, which shocked the Huanmu Qu who stayed in the courtyard.

"Lianniang, why are there blood spots on your skirt? Where is Shen'er?"

Huanmu squeezed her hand forcefully. Due to the tension, a layer of fine sweat leaked from the woman's palm, which was extremely sticky.

"Something happened in the palace. Before I left the palace, the chaos had been contained, and I would be back soon."

Hearing this, Huanmu breathed a sigh of relief, but the worry in her eyes did not disappear. Seeing her daughter-in-law's tired cheeks, she waved her hand and urged: "You have been busy all day, and you are frightened again. Go back to your house and rest."

Zhuo Lian did not refuse to leave either. She was born in a war-torn era in her previous life, but neither in Fengtian nor Beiping, there were not so many corpses in front of her. The guards were scarred and scared, and the main hall of the Star Picking Tower was also soaked in blood, and the eyes were extremely bright red.

As long as she recalled this picture, she seemed to have fallen into the ice cave, with a chill oozing through the bones.

Deep foot and shallow foot into the room, Zhuo Lian fell asleep and fell asleep. I don’t know how long it took. When she opened her eyes again, the sky was dark. She couldn’t see anything, but there was a strong surging in front of her nose. The smell of blood makes people dizzy.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and when his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom, Zhuo Lian recognized a figure standing on the head of his bed. He looked at that tall and sturdy figure. Who else could he have if he wasn't Huan Shen?