Journey to the West begins with a full-level Tang monk

Chapter 1525 White Tiger Festival Hall
"Of course, I've already said it once, and I don't want to say it a second time. Don't you understand me?"

Tang Seng didn't get angry, but there were already thorns in what he said.

Along the way, he discovered some strange situations. In this deep palace hall, the bedroom of Her Majesty the Queen, there should be quite a few maids waiting on her.

However, until now, he has not seen one, and within the coverage of divine sense, he has not found any maids in this hall.

It seems that the only court ladies have been coaxed out together with the imperial physicians before.

In the whole hall, it seemed that apart from Her Majesty the Queen who was on the sickbed, there were only two people, myself and the consort.

And relying on imagination and induction, Tang Seng has discovered that there is indeed a weak aura in a room deep in the hall, but the bed where the faint aura is located is tightly sealed.

But you can't see what's inside.

Lying there should be Her Majesty the Queen.

Thinking of how energetic and enthusiastic the queen was back then, but now lingering on the bed and suffering from illness, Tang Seng's heart ached again.

He just said something to the son-in-law, but the strange thing is that the son-in-law just gave Tang Seng a hard look, but unexpectedly didn't say another word.

He just led the way unhurriedly and walked towards the palace that Tang Seng had sensed just now.

Sure enough, the son-in-law stopped in front of the gate of the apse.

Then he opened the door with his own hands, glanced inside, and his voice became softer: "The doctor is here, please, Her Majesty the Queen is inside, everything depends on the doctor!"

This kind of change from being arrogant to being respectful made Tang Seng feel a little uncomfortable all of a sudden.

But from the expression on the other side's face that didn't change, Tang Seng could tell right away that this son-in-law was possessed by a showman.

Because his voice is deliberately manufactured, his smile is a fake, and the cold light in his eyes is the true expression of his heart.

There was a hint of killing intent in that cold light, although it was concealed so that it didn't show too much, how could it hide from Tang Seng's eyes.

Is the Queen's poisoning related to the Prince Consort?
Otherwise, how could he be like this, repeatedly blocking himself from treating Her Majesty's illness?
There must be something strange about this matter!

Tang Seng paid more attention in his heart, but on the surface he still nodded with different expressions: "Xiaosheng must try his best. Xiaosheng has practiced medicine for generations. The medical skills passed down from his ancestors are amazing. No matter how serious the Queen's condition is, Xiaosheng can cure it." Please rest assured, Prince Consort!"

"Very well, Her Majesty the Queen is on the bed, you can diagnose it yourself!"

The son-in-law pointed to the tightly surrounded bed and said.

Tang Seng was taken aback when he heard the words, he didn't expect the son-in-law to say such a thing.

Who is that?It's Her Majesty the Queen!

Even for a court lady named Xiaocui, that lady tied a red thread around his wrist, so that she could only follow the red thread to give him medical treatment.

However, in the bedroom of Her Majesty the Queen, the son-in-law actually asked him to lift the curtain to see a doctor.

Isn't that too generous?

It seems that this son-in-law really has a problem.

But no man in his own family would do this.

Even if Tang Seng is not someone else's man, after knowing that he has this son-in-law, he still feels jealous in his heart. Is this human nature?

Who can be exempt?

Tang Seng glanced at the son-in-law, but didn't say any more, since you are so generous, the poor monk will accept it with a smile.

Tang Seng took off the bookcase he was carrying, put it gently on the ground, and then walked towards the bed.

This was the first time he went to this woman's bed, but it was not red candles and fireworks, but to treat someone's illness, and her man was beside him.

With all kinds of good fortune and emotions, Tang Seng can no longer describe his feelings.

With a slight trembling of his hands, Tang Seng lifted a corner of the curtain, and saw the woman on the bed, but saw that the woman's clothes were disheveled, her fragrant shoulders were exposed, even the brocade quilt didn't cover her.

"It's not Her Majesty the Queen!"

Tang Seng's focus was not on the clothes or the fragrant shoulders, but directly on the woman's face.

He was stunned to find that this woman was also a medium purple, about forty years old, and she was not at all the Queen he had dreamed of, for which he had been jealous for a long time.

Just as he was in a daze, Tang Seng heard a shout coming out from behind: "Bold thief, how dare you insult Her Majesty the Queen!"

Following this sound, there was a sharp sound of breaking wind, as if a sharp weapon was stabbing at him.

Hmph, why does this plot feel so familiar?
It should be somewhat similar to the White Tiger Festival Hall in Water Margin, right?

Tang Seng looked cold and turned around suddenly.

In front of him, the son-in-law was holding a short blade, and suddenly came towards his back.

The sword now stopped three inches from the chest, and couldn't stab anymore.

"My son-in-law, what do you mean?"

The person on the sickbed was not the one who was thinking about him day and night, but the most caring one, Her Majesty the Queen, Tang Seng's mood suddenly disappeared, all emotions disappeared, and he returned to the previous detached state.

With a cold voice, he looked at the son-in-law who was full of surprise.

The son-in-law only felt that the short blade pierced in front of the scholar, it was like piercing deeply into a big wood, the thorn could not go in, nor could it be pulled out, the shock in his heart could not be further increased.

Simply, he let go, staggered back a few steps, and looked at Tang Seng as if he had seen a ghost.

But at this moment, the dagger fell to the floor with a clang, making a crisp sound.

"Who are you? What are you going to do?"

The son-in-law retreated all the way, but he kept shouting and asking questions. His panic and tension were clearly visible on his face. It could be seen that this son-in-law was frightened by Tang Seng.

He had never encountered such a situation before, and unexpectedly, the knife he had planned for a long time could not be stabbed.

Under the gaze of that scholar, I actually had a feeling that I was seen through from the inside to the outside.

This feeling is quite terrifying, and he has never felt such fear before.

"My lord, what happened, what's the matter?"

At this moment, outside the bedroom, female officials and many female guards rushed in. They held weapons, surrounded Tang Seng directly, and pointed at Tang Seng.

It seemed that Tang Seng was standing in front of Her Majesty's bed, but they didn't rush up rashly.

"Quick, kill him quickly, kill him... This person has evil intentions, he has a lust for Her Majesty the Queen, and he still has a sharp knife. If I see it through, I will kill him...Kill him quickly..."

With so many people coming in, the son-in-law panicked for a moment, but when he saw that everyone was on his side, he immediately pointed at Tang Seng and shouted.

His reaction was really fast, and he took the initiative at once.

(End of this chapter)