idle mistress

Chapter 187 That's it?
She didn't look like she was pretending.

Not only did the man not let go of her, but he moved closer: "Xu Weiqiu, look carefully, have you never seen this king before?"

Shen Qing looked at the face that was close at hand. This man has a very deep and outstanding face. I believe that people who have seen it will not forget it so easily, so she nodded.

"I did see you."

The man raised his eyebrows, waiting for her next words.

She said: "In Tong County, when you led the army into Tong County, I saw you from a distance among the crowd."

Hearing this, Zhao Yan hugged her into his arms.

He took a long breath, no matter why she forgot herself, as long as she was still there, it would be fine.

He said domineeringly: "Remember, your surname is Xu, Xu Weiqiu."

The woman in her arms struggled a bit: "No, my surname is not Xu, my surname is Shen, Shen Qing, you have misidentified the person."

Hearing this, the man paused, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "Yes, you are also Shen Qing."

"I'm called Shen Qing no matter what, I'm originally called Shen Qing, okay?" He said it as if he was a liar who used multiple names to deceive people everywhere.

She really wasn't used to being hugged so intimately, twisted her body and struggled, suddenly, she recalled Mu Xiu's telling herself that she had lived alone in Huaicheng for more than ten years.

Although she has no memory of the past ten years.

Does that mean that he is really the Xu Weiqiu that this man said?
Thinking of this, she stopped struggling, and asked tentatively, "You...from Huai City?"

Hearing this, the man opened the distance between the two, stared into her eyes, and asked, "Did you remember something?"

It seems so.

Shen Qing looked at this face that was close at hand, and couldn't help thinking of the broken fragments in his memory:

A man hugged her ears and rubbed her hands, lingering to death; a picture flashed in her mind, and then a man with red eyes grabbed her throat with both hands.

The face that was just empty suddenly had a real face, and it overlapped with the face in front of him.

There was a stabbing pain in his head, Shen Qing screamed, holding his head with both hands.

Seeing this, Zhao Yan was startled: "What's wrong? Tell me what's wrong?"

The pain was more severe than before, as if someone was beheading her head with a knife.

Shen Qing was in so much pain that she couldn't care about him, she rolled on the couch with her head in her arms.

Zhao Yan stepped forward and stretched out his hand to straighten her up, watching her face turn pale in an instant, accompanied by cold sweat, and then, the whites of her eyes rolled up, and she passed out again.

He completely lost his former composure, and hurried out of the room with a panicked expression: "Quickly, go and invite the doctor here, quickly..."

Soon, a doctor came in a hurry.

"Didn't you say that it will be fine after her high fever subsides? Why does she still pass out at every turn? Let her have a good look. Is there any residual poison in her body?"

Zhao Yan sat on the sidelines and stared at him, putting great pressure on the doctor.

After taking the pulse, the doctor organized his language, and said to Zhao Yan in fear:

"His Royal Highness, the girl's pulse is weak, and I'm afraid all internal organs are damaged. As for whether it is caused by residual poison, the grassroots are not sure for a while."

After hearing this, Zhao Yan said nothing, but turned to look at the woman on the couch.

The doctor said again: "This kind of body and bones can't touch fishy, ​​spicy and greasy, can't stand the wind and cold, can't be stimulated, and can't worry too much; it needs a long-term good life and will be raised, and it must not be sloppy at all, otherwise it will be a great suffering."

The further he went on, the more ugly King Ling's face became.

He criticized: "That's all you have as doctors? This won't work, and that won't work. What's the difference between this and a paper-made person?"

His professionalism was questioned, the doctor stood up and bowed his head, not daring to speak anymore.

One must know that being able to drag people back from the Palace of Hades is already considered a skill. If it was another doctor, he would probably have to shake his head and say resignation to fate.

Of course, Prince Ling's expression was gloomy and cold. He would never dare to say this in front of him unless he was desperate.

King Ling gave him a cold look: "Okay, you step back!"

If the doctor was granted an amnesty, he quickly saluted and left the inner room.

As soon as the person left, the inner room became silent. Zhao Yan stared fixedly at the person on the couch, looking at her face that was too thin to be human, and his heart ached.

The woman seemed to be having a nightmare, her cheeks twitched a few times, and then, her brows furrowed, and thin lines of sweat oozed from her forehead.

He stepped forward and gently wiped it off for her with his hand.

The tenderness on his face at this moment, I am afraid that he will be shocked when he sees it.

After wiping off the sweat, he held the woman's hand in his palm, and rubbed his fingertips gently in his palm.

The woman's frowning eyebrows stretched out miraculously.

He sat like this until a ray of sunlight came in through the window lattice.

The cautious voice of the steward sounded from outside: "Your Highness, General Tan asks to see you."

Hearing this, Zhao Yan couldn't help frowning: "Let him wait for me outside."

After that, he let go of the woman's hand, tucked her in the quilt, got up and walked out.

He received Lieutenant Tan Wei in the chamber.

When Tan Wei saw him, he knelt down on one knee: "General, you haven't shown up in the barracks for several days. The soldiers can't see you, so they have a lot of speculation in their hearts. If it goes on for a long time, the hearts of the soldiers may be shaken."

Zhao Yan said angrily, "Did they think I was dead?"

The tone was quite scary, and Tan Wei didn't dare to answer.

Zhao Yan waved his hand: "Forget it, you go back first, I will come later."

Hearing this, Tan Wei was overjoyed, and hurriedly kowtowed to him: "Thank you, General."

Zhao Yan summoned the manager and said to him, "I'm going to stay in the barracks for two days, and I'll leave it to you to take care of me. Remember, watch over me carefully, and don't make any mistakes, otherwise..."

He made a decapitation gesture.

Seeing this, Guan Guanshi was so frightened that he knelt down and knelt down: "Your Highness, please rest assured, the little one will definitely do his best and die."

Zhao Yan didn't look at him again, his eyes coldly glanced at the maids standing not far away, then he turned and left.

As the coach, Zhao Yan only showed his face in the barracks for a while, and the morale of the soldiers was immediately boosted.

Zhao Yan found Qi Jing and asked him why Shen Qing, a weak woman, was imprisoned?

Hearing this, Qi Jing felt a little bit sad.

In order to protect his safety, he didn't dare to admit that he pulled people back from the execution ground. He only said that there was such a female prisoner who looked very much like a princess.

At this moment, after confirming that the person is the concubine, his state of mind is quite different;

Qi Jing thought to himself, why did you come here to ask, I wanted to report to you a long time ago, but it's a pity that you don't come early every day, General, and I have nowhere to tell.

So he briefly reported to him: "Your Majesty was taken into prison together with the thief Amu Daxiu."

(End of this chapter)