After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 57
Zhao Shun responded, and soon someone arranged for it.

The fact that His Majesty was assassinated on the way back to the palace from Tailing Temple to pray for blessings has already spread to the harem, not to mention that the entire Qi mansion was detained yesterday afternoon, even the newly bought maids were not spared.Such a big movement did not avoid them at all.

And because His Majesty was injured, he won't have to go to court for a few days, so no statement has been made about the Qi mansion and the assassination so far, and everyone couldn't help but worry.

The officials who were not standing in line only vaguely speculated that the assassination might have something to do with the Qi Mansion, and they were afraid that something would happen in the court.

What other members of the Qiwang Party were worried about was that Qi Mingzheng was arrested, did they confess to them during the torture?

After all, it is inevitable that they would feel a little guilty for plotting treason under the eyes of the righteous emperor.

At this time, these people wished to cut off all contact with the Qi Mansion, even the letters they exchanged on weekdays were all burned to ashes, for fear that the fire would burn themselves.

Just as they were worried, they suddenly received invitations for His Majesty's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. After inquiring each other in private, they found out that His Majesty had invited almost all officials from the DPRK and China.

Now it's all right, I don't know what your majesty is thinking?This made everyone's doubts more tense.
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Zhao Shun asked again, "Your Majesty, do you want breakfast now?"

Yan Yunxiao asked back, "Is Concubine Su awake?"

Zhao Shun shook his head, then listened to him say, "Then we will wait."

Su Jiu'er's work and rest were quite regular, and she woke up faintly not long after Yan Yunxiao finished practicing the sword.

According to her habit, it is comfortable to soak her feet in the morning, but in Yan Yunxiao's Yinhua Palace, she didn't want to make it too complicated, lest Yan Yunxiao be suspicious.

When she woke up, she checked her clothes first, and found that they were all on her body. Yan Yunxiao didn't do anything excessive to her last night, and even gently coaxed her to sleep.

This made Su Jiu'er feel awkward and difficult to adapt to.

Perhaps it was because his current behavior was too different from the state of this violent personality, which would only make her feel that the moment Yan Yunxiao broke out was even more terrifying and difficult to control.

She touched her throat, and it was much better than the hoarse state last night.

"Green branch?"

She called softly, and Qingzhi came in in response, holding the plaster for her to wipe in her hand.

"Your Majesty, are you feeling better? This servant will apply the ointment on you. This is an excellent ointment from the Imperial Hospital. As long as you apply it every day, the scars will hardly be visible in the end."

As Qing Zhi spoke, he faintly praised Yan Yunxiao, "Your Majesty, you can see how kind His Majesty treats you, these are specially selected by His Majesty."

Su Jiu'er just lowered her head and gave a cooperating chuckle, then took off her clothes, and asked Qingzhi to help her wipe the parts on her back that she couldn't wipe, and the places on her lower back that had been scratched by sharp stones.

The ointment is cool and refreshing, and it is smooth and slightly greasy when applied on the body.

Su Jiu'er lowered her eyes and took a deep breath, and the dry and cool breath of the ointment poured into her nostrils: safflower, panax notoginseng, dried blood.
The composition of this ointment is basically equivalent to a clear prescription presented in her mind.

Medicine is indeed good medicine, but the most important aspect of traditional Chinese medicine is to work from the inside out, so it is better to add two herbs to the oral medicine.

As for the ointment for wiping the wound, the small jar she adjusted last time to treat her forehead has not been used up yet and is still in Fuyang Palace.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice that Yan Yunxiao had already entered.

The footsteps of martial arts practitioners are always extraordinarily steady and light, Qingzhi didn't notice it at first, until he turned around to pick up another plaster, he saw Yan Yunxiao standing behind him with his hands behind his back and slightly looking sideways at Su Jiuer's back neck.

She was so frightened that she couldn't even hold the small medicine bottle firmly in her hand. Seeing that the medicine bottle was falling straight down and was about to land on the carpet, Yan Yunxiao raised her foot and kicked it, the medicine bottle flew up and fell into Yan Yunxiao's hands again.

He made a silence gesture to Qing Zhi, and then turned his head to signal, Qing Zhi immediately retreated knowingly, leaving the place where he was standing just now to Yan Yunxiao.

Yan Yunxiao stepped forward and saw that Su Jiu'er's back was facing the outside of the bed. The middle coat had been untied and taken down to the bottom of her body. Although there was still a small coat on her body, it only covered her chest, and the back was nothing but Yan Yunxiao. A piece of cloth about the width of your palm.

Her head drooped slightly, and her soft blue hair hung from her shoulders to her chest. The beautiful curves of her neck could be seen at a glance.

It's just that the skin is so white that the few bruises on the back look very dazzling.

He stretched out his hand and gently pushed the ointment away from the wound, so gently that Su Jiu'er didn't realize that the person who applied the ointment had changed.

After wiping the wound on her back shoulder, Su Jiuer bent over and arched her back consciously, letting "Qingzhi" continue to wipe the wound on her back.

Everything else is trauma, as long as you don't press too hard, basically it won't hurt too much.

But the sharp stone scraped off a thin piece of skin on the back of his waist, the wound was as big as half of Yan Yunxiao's palm, and the red piece made his heart ache when he saw it.

Yan Yunxiao couldn't help frowning, and rubbed some ointment on his hand, Su Jiu'er hissed in pain, and his thoughts were suddenly pulled back.

She frowned, showing a bitter face and said pitifully, "Qingzhi, be gentle, it hurts so much."

Yan Yunxiao's heart twitched at these soft words, his hands froze there, and he didn't dare to make a move for a moment.

After a while, the hand didn't come down again, so Su Jiu'er looked back.

"Why is it not moving, wipe it off."?

"His Majesty Yan?"

She suddenly exclaimed, and saw that the person behind her was not Qingzhi, but Yan Yunxiao in black robe.

Qing Zhi was standing at the side with her head down, not daring to look this way, her little face was blushing, and she was suppressing a smile.

Su Jiu'er was about to pull up her clothes and put them on, but Yan Yunxiao bent down, put his left hand on her smooth arm, stopped her movement, and said softly, "It's still close."

His left hand is a wounded hand. Although he can move now, he still can't use force.Su Jiu'er could also feel his hand resting lightly on her arm, and it was hard to dodge right now, for fear of hurting him.

So he blushed and turned around, and said very unnaturally, "Then please hurry up, Your Majesty."

After speaking, he was ready to face the pain and made a struggling expression.

Yan Yunxiao tried his best to restrain his strength, and pushed away the ointment little by little with his palm, but it didn't hurt as much as Su Jiuer imagined.

It's just that Yan Yunxiao didn't get up after wiping, but slowly circled Su Jiu'er from back to front, holding her in his arms.

The warm breath he exhaled hit from above Su Jiu'er's ears, blowing the girl's mind.

He said, "Okay, let's get up and have breakfast with the widow."

(End of this chapter)