In fact, when Yang Xianrong returned to the palace, he had no time to spare, because Sima Zhong suddenly didn't like playing hut with those concubines and beauties. As his leg injury gradually healed, he even thought about learning martial arts, and then he could Protect your own queen sheep.
Yang Xianrong sat in the Zhengyang Palace with a dark face and watched Sima Zhong dance around with a stick. Huizhu was afraid that the emperor's hand was not accurate, so he kept standing on her right side and stared.
"You were beaten on the head... on the back... are you okay?" She had been back for two days, and Yang Xianrong was still worried because she heard from Cuixi that Huizhu had a thick gash on her back. The bruise must be really serious.
"It's not bad." Huizhu grinned, "Empress, I... I'm not afraid of a thick-skinned slave like this. I was beaten a lot when I was a child. Aren't you still alive?"
Yang Xianrong frowned, "But you are a girl after all. Don't let your ugliness affect your future marriage."
"Don't slaves have to follow the girl all the time? Where is the need for marriage?" Huizhu also turned around and glanced at Yang Xianrong.
"What?" Yang Xianrong was also puzzled.
"This slave is your personal slave. If the slave is to get married, it must be your decision. Cui Xi said that they will not get married and will stay with the Queen for the rest of their lives."
"Nonsense, you always have to get married." Yang Xianrong smiled, "Don't listen to Cuixi's nonsense, the Yang family does not have such rules."
"But you are the Queen now." Huizhu said seriously, "I can really do this, no problem."
"Where is your He Lang?" Yang Xianrong saw He Jiunian who was following Yuan Jianshuo and was watching the emperor practice stick skills attentively. Whenever he saw the emperor's stick falling out of his hands, he immediately stepped forward to help pick it up. He was very busy. Head sweating profusely. Especially in early spring, it was so hot that I rolled up my sleeves, exposing my thick, veiny arms.
Yang Xianrong did not look at anything inappropriate in the attitude of "see no evil", but Huizhu did not shy away from it at all and was very serious. That's why Yang Xianrong asked like this.
"It's okay, he may not like me that much. He will be the heir in the future, and I will be unable to reach him." Huizhu's expression showed no joy or anger.
"He said he liked you..."
"What's the use of liking?" Huizhu actually laughed and said loudly, "Empress, Hua Zhi likes the prince, so what? She has been so infatuated for so many years and has done so many things, but in the end? No. Even if you say you're dead, you're dead..."
With just such a sentence, Yang Xianrong didn't know how to answer.
Later, Huizhu said: "I think Brother Liu is good, responsible and courageous."
"He almost killed you." Yang Xianrong frowned. At this time, Sima Zhong threw the stick again, almost knocking Zhang Du down. Zhang Du was also sweating and asked Sima Zhong: "Your Majesty, let's take a rest."
"I'm not tired." Sima Zhong put his hands on his hips and shook the stick a few times, but he was indeed not tired at all.
"How about you drink some water first?" Zhang Du asked the eunuch to bring him warm water.
"You can have this." Sima Zhong picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Zhang Du handed over another piece of plum cake, and Sima Zhong also opened his mouth and ate it. Maybe he thought it was delicious, so he opened his mouth and let Zhang Du feed him three pieces. Then he felt too thirsty and asked for water again. Zhang Du led him directly to the main hall... Zhang Du had a way.
Yang Xianrong admired him very much. He was able to serve Sima Zhong comfortably for so many years without suffering too many grievances. He also made the emperor appear with an extremely powerful appearance at the right time.
But is this person really stupid?
For a moment, she began to doubt again.
At noon in Zhengyang Palace, the sun is very dazzling above the head, but it is also warm and makes people feel very happy. Those red-walled, gray-tiled and black-painted gates stand there in an extremely majestic manner, showing the majesty and luxury of the Jin Dynasty.
Yang Xianrong felt a little dazzling and couldn't help but use his hands to block the light in front of his eyes.
After Huizhu saw it, she immediately used her hands to cover her. Cuixi laughed when she saw it, "Silly Huizhu, how can you block this? Girls like to bask in the sun."
"Oh oh oh." Huizhu quickly put down her hand and stood aside honestly.
Now in the large courtyard of Zhengyang Palace, only Yang Xianrong and his people are here, and the others followed Sima Zhong into the palace. Yuan Jianshuo glanced at Yang Xianrong and left several military guards standing here, including He Jiunian.
He Jiunian looked at Huizhu with intense eyes, as if he wanted to talk to her. After all, after Huizhu was beaten by Er Niu, the two of them had not had a chance to talk.
But it was as if Huizhu couldn't see him, just guarding Yang Xianrong.
The distance between them and the military guards was quite far, so He Jiunian could only take a look and could not leave his post and come over without permission.
After slowly calming down, Huizhu quietly answered Yang Xianrong's question. "Brother Liu's move is indeed very risky, but in that case, you will not be able to catch the tiger's den without entering the tiger's den. Even if Brother Liu says not to get on the sedan, the servant will go. You have to see what is going on. .”
"Then if you are in a sedan chair and a fragrant pancake is thrown in, can you handle it?" This question is very critical.
"Of course you can, I have also practiced it." Huizhu laughed, "Maybe I can't do those clever martial arts skills, but if I really fight Cui Xi or Lan Xiang, the chance of winning is still very high, after all The slave has great strength."
"How do you know Lan Xiang knows martial arts?" This time it was Yang Xianrong's turn to be surprised. Lan Xiang had always been her substitute, and she was also weak and weak, rarely even appearing in front of others. Cui Xi is indeed very good at kung fu, and everyone can see it.
"In fact, look at Lanxiang helping you move wooden boxes in the house and sorting out the rescued bamboo slips and books. She is very strong. You must be unable to do it, but she doesn't exert any effort at all. And, practice People who have practiced martial arts are skillful in moving things and cannot use brute force. Just like the emperor just practiced with a stick, but he just couldn't get it right. Someone should teach him."
"Don't teach him, he will really use a stick when he turns around, instead of beating people everywhere, it's too scary." Yang Xianrong was so frightened that he curled his lips.
"Ah! Your Majesty!" Zhang Du suddenly screamed in the dormitory. The sound was so loud that Yang Xianrong's face changed in fright, and he hurriedly ran inside. Huizhu reacted very quickly and immediately grabbed her arm, fearing that she would fall. But it also gave her a strength that made her run steady and fast.
This is a pretty good skill.
Yang Xianrong thought so, but was frightened by the scene in the palace.
Because Sima Zhong fainted.
