Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 753 My Sister Is Drunk

Xiao Tingchen sat on the embroidered pier and put on his new boots slowly.

Just the right size.

The man stared at his boots, a look of fascination appeared in his peach blossom eyes.

He still remembers how envious he was when he saw Li making small shoes and clothes for Xiao Tingde when he was young, and he begged Xue Chengcheng to make a pair of small shoes for him, but what he got was always just scolding.

The man rubbed between his brows and looked at the bright moon outside the window.

Golden autumn full moon.

On the autumn night of the first year of Tianheng, he was sitting in the mountains and rivers, and he also had his childhood sweetheart, the little queen.

He is very greedy, so greedy that he wishes he could be the luckiest man in the world.

If, if Xue Chengcheng really regrets it...

Even if there is only a little bit of regret...

By accident, he got up and headed towards Weiyang Palace.

Compared with the silk and bamboo orchestras and the interlacing of cups and cups in the Tai Chi Hall, Weiyang Palace is too deserted.

A full moon hangs high in the sky, and the silvery white moonlight is like falling hoarfrost, covering the entire palace.

The little maid guarding outside the hall was taking a nap, Xiao Tingchen opened the curtain and stepped in, the hall was silent, and the strong fragrance of cold medicine came over her face.

Deep in the bead curtain, the woman was lying on the imperial concubine couch, the quilt was not covered properly.

The blue hair is dragging the floor, the wrist exposed outside the quilt is as slender as a bone, and the face that was maintained and beautiful in the past is pale and sallow, as if it is about to die soon.

He watched quietly.

Xue Chengcheng suddenly coughed in his sleep.

Gradually, the cough became severe. She struggled to sit up, and gently covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

Xiao Tingchen saw blood stains on the handkerchief.

The hand behind his back couldn't help but tighten.

Is this woman really very sick?

Seeming to have finally noticed Xiao Tingchen, Xue Chengcheng's face was like gold paper, panting slightly, "... Am I dreaming?"

The maid who was on duty for the night probably went away, her lips were chapped and her voice was hoarse.

Xiao Tingchen silently poured her a cup of herbal tea.

Xue Chengcheng took it and quickly drank it clean.

She glanced at Xiao Tingchen's boots under the hem of his robe, and there was a little smile on her bleak face, "Is the size suitable? I guessed it..."

"Just right." Xiao Tingchen's voice was steady.

Xue Chengcheng coughed a few more times, "That's good... My health is getting worse and worse, and I don't know if there will be a chance in the future to make another pair of shoes for you..."

There were no candles burning in the hall, and the moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival was very clear.

Xiao Tingchen stood in front of the imperial concubine's bed, his handsome and evil face was tinged with coolness.

He looked at Xue Chengcheng calmly, his peach blossom eyes were calm and calm, "What the hell are you playing?"

"Tricks?" Xue Chengcheng raised his sleeves to cover his lips, and smiled helplessly, "In your eyes, is everything I do just tricks?"

She paused, and slowly put down her wide sleeves, "Forget it, today is the same as the past, after all these years, I am the one who has failed you..."

Xiao Tingchen saw blood stains on her wide sleeves.

Although he doesn't understand medical theory, he also understands that hemoptysis is very serious.

He frowned and stepped out of the bedroom.

Not long after, several imperial doctors headed by Wu Lingzhi rushed to Weiyang overnight, and personally asked Xue Chengcheng for his pulse.

Xue Chengcheng leaned weakly on the pillow and let them feel his pulse.

While lowering his eyelids and coughing, Jianshui Qiutong flashed a smile.

……

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is finally over, Su Jiu is half drunk and half awake, and is dazedly helped back to Qianhe Palace by Bai Lu and Shuang Jiang.

As soon as she stepped into the threshold of the hall, she couldn't help taking off her outer clothes, and staggered up to the dragon couch.

Not long after lying down, the girl suddenly noticed something was wrong.

What about Xiao Tingchen?

It seems that since she was halfway through drinking, that dog man disappeared without a trace!
She got up suddenly, the bedroom was solemn and solemn, only a few glazed palace lanterns were lit sporadically.

The dog man is not in the temple at all!
Su Jiu seemed to think of something, and stumbled to the closet.

Opening the closet, the pair of boots that Xue Chengcheng made for Xiao Tingchen disappeared.

The girl was mostly sober.

She squinted her deer eyes, and without hesitation ordered Bai Lu to drive to Weiyang Palace.

Outside Weiyang Palace, Xiao Tingchen stood with his hands behind his back.

Standing behind him, Wu Lingzhi recounted Xue Chengcheng's symptoms in a low voice, "...the illness came on suddenly, and I reckon it was caused by the late emperor's concubine's worrying too much. If the empress continues to be sentimental, I'm afraid I really won't be able to survive this winter..."

Xiao Tingchen's lips were tense.

He thought Xue Chengcheng's illness was strange, maybe she deliberately set up a trick to win his sympathy.

but……

After all, he believed in Wu Lingzhi's medical skills.

The man slowly turned his fingers, "In your opinion, what should I do?"

Wu Lingzhi had vaguely heard of Xue Chengcheng's good deeds, although he didn't like the late emperor and noble concubine, but the doctors were benevolent, he still told the truth: "Diseases arise from the heart, no matter how good the medicine is, it will not cure the symptoms. In my humble opinion, I still have to untie the knot in the heart of the late emperor and noble concubine."

"I know."

Xiao Tingchen raised his hand, motioning for him to step back.

The moonlight is like ink.

Xiao Tingchen stood alone under the eaves for a long, long time.

He stared down at the pair of boots under the hem of his robe, and his handsome face showed a touch of complexity.

It wasn't until the palace lanterns were burned out that he said calmly: "I pass on my decree that the Mid-Autumn Festival should be celebrated by the whole country. During this period of time, the former emperor and noble concubine restrained himself and reflected, prayed for the country, lifted the ban on the Weiyang Palace, and honored him as the Queen Mother."

Every word he uttered seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth.

The narrowed peach blossom eyes are long and sharp, hiding a deep sense of uncertainty.

This is the last chance he gave Xue Chengcheng, and it was also the last chance he gave himself.

He didn't believe that Xue Chengcheng could play tricks under his hands. Best of all, she didn't have the heart to play tricks at all.

Su Jiu came in a hurry, just in time to hear the voice of the servant announcing the decree.

She can't believe it!
She drank too much wine, staggered on her feet, and grabbed Xiao Tingchen's wide sleeve so as not to fall to the ground.

She raised her small face, her deer eyes were moist, "Xiao Tingchen..."

"How much wine did my sister drink?" The man put his arms around her slender waist, "I can't even stand still."

"You promised me that you would never let Xue Chengcheng leave Weiyang Palace! You not only let her go, but you also respect her as the Queen Mother!" Su Jiu was not angry, "How can you go back on what you have agreed?!"

Xiao Tingchen's eyebrows were like mountains.

After a while, he chuckled: "My sister is drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" Su Jiu broke away from his hand, "Do you know what kind of person Xue Chengcheng is?!"

She will never forget that woman's heartless look in her life.

But Xiao Tingchen just kept silent, and walked towards Qianhe Palace.

His clear voice was chilled in the autumn night, "She is my mother, she is dying."

Those eight simple words made Su Jiu's heart shatter in an instant.

She watched Xiao Tingchen go away, gritted her teeth, and suddenly turned around and stepped into Weiyang Palace.

The palace was brightly lit, and many imperial physicians gathered in the bedroom.

Su Jiu walked to the imperial concubine's couch and saw Xue Chengcheng sitting on the pillow, slowly drinking medicine.

She said coldly: "The former emperor and noble concubine had such good means, a pair of boots can be exchanged for the honor of the empress dowager...Su Jiu admires this calculation."

(End of this chapter)