Three days and three nights passed, and Zhidang was still in a coma. However, after the full rescue efforts of Zichun and the imperial doctors, as well as the precious medicinal materials sent by the ministers of the imperial court, Zhidang was no longer in danger of his life.
After three days and three nights of company, Xiaoyuan's nervous mood gradually relaxed, especially the big sister who smiled like a spring breeze. Every time I saw her, I felt at ease. After the rescue, the big sister She even came over to comfort herself and allowed herself to stay by the young lady's side. However, Xiao Yuan was still a little embarrassed when she stood in such a gorgeous hall. She even didn't know where to put her hands and feet. With her childish nature, she couldn't help but do something. She looked around, but when the majestic and serious royal guard walked past the door, she would immediately retract her little head, for fear of being scolded by others for looking around.
On the day Zhi Tang was assassinated, Xiao Yuan was washing clothes by the river. Suddenly she heard a commotion in the shop, and then she saw everyone running out on the ground. She ran forward and hurriedly asked, someone told her A life was lost in the workshop. She was worried about the safety of the young lady, but people were filing out of the boat, and she had no way to get in, so she stood on tiptoe outside the boat, hoping to see the young lady.
But he waited and waited, and finally, bad news came from inside. Someone shouted: "Miss Tang has been stabbed!" Life or death unknown'!
After hearing this, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She stood frozen on the spot, not knowing what to do. When she came to her senses, she saw the young man next to Mr. Zheng rushing out, pulling the guards from the square. , and then saw the young lady covered in blood being held in the arms of the hateful Mr. Zheng, without any anger at all.
Xiao Yuan was so anxious that she started to cry. She followed Mr. Zheng. After several people put the young lady into the carriage in a hurry, Mr. Zheng pulled her into the carriage and then came here.
Seeing the pale and lifeless Zhitang, Xiaoyuan picked up the towel distressedly, dipped some water in the basin next to her, and then wiped her carefully. Seeing that Zhi Tang's painful expression softened slightly, Xiao Yuan put the towel back into the basin. Then, she tiptoed to the other side, picked up the fan and fanned it towards the medicine stove.
Looking at the dancing flames, Xiao Yuan began to think wildly again. Somehow, the face of 'Mr. Zheng' appeared in front of his eyes. That 'Mr. Zheng'... I heard these palace ladies say that he is... He is actually the little emperor in the Tai Chi Palace?
Every time he thought of that disgusting face before, Xiao Yuan would feel like he was itching his teeth with hatred, but now he has transformed into the emperor he is today? How does she face this? What's more, I didn't give him less face before, and sometimes I would point fingers in front of him, mainly because he went too far! She suddenly appeared and then disappeared, making herself feel guilty for several days. The more she thought about it, the angrier and angrier she became! Not only that, the more I disliked him, the more polite the lady treated him. This also intensified the resentment in my heart, so much so that later on, when the lady was not around, I even ordered him to move things in the house. Move!
Thinking of this, Xiao Yuan wished he could go back to the past to stop his bold move. Now that he knew the true identity of 'Mr. Zheng', how would he face him? Will he hold a grudge? When the young lady wakes up, will she be arrested by those vicious royal guards? Will...
Just when Xiao Yuan was thinking more and more outrageously, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. Looking up, I saw the figure of 'Mr. Zheng' appearing in front of me.
Xiao Yuan was so frightened that she threw away her fan and watched Ying Ping walking towards the bed. She also followed and stammered: "Mr. Zheng... No... Your Majesty... Your Majesty... I... No, civilian daughter..."
"You still don't kneel before the Holy One!" Chen Jinjue scolded Xiao Yuan when he saw that he didn't know the rules.
Xiaoyuan's expression panicked, her legs went weak, and she was about to kneel down. But just when her knees were about to touch the ground, a big hand held her arm. She raised her head in surprise, and saw that hateful Mr. Zheng looked at himself with a gentle expression.
"Forget it, you've been working hard these days, so there's no need to pay attention to red tape here."
Yingping's voice was a little haggard. He had hardly rested in the past three days. Except for dealing with those ministers who pretended to care about him or came to plead guilty, he almost always stayed by Zhitang's side. It was ironic to say that for this man who saved The ministers in the court were still grateful for the woman who had been given life by the Holy Spirit——
It is conceivable that if there is really something wrong with the Holy Emperor, it will inevitably cause a huge storm. Regardless of whether it has anything to do with this matter, these ministers will be affected more or less. If they have someone to protect them, It's okay, but if you are alone and helpless, you may really become a scapegoat, and you may be dismissed from office, or you may be imprisoned and beheaded! Although the power is no longer in the hands of the Holy One, the majesty of the Emperor is related to the face of a country after all. If the Holy One is in danger of misfortune, he must give an explanation to the people and an explanation to the countries in the Central Plains. If not, wouldn't others laugh at him?
So for a while, all the officials were filled with gratitude to this girl who knew Tang Dynasty.
"The Holy One is truly a benevolent king who is rarely seen in ten thousand years!" Chen Jinjue would not miss any opportunity to compliment Yingping. He turned to face Xiao Yuan who was full of fear and said, "Why don't you thank the Holy One quickly——"
"Thank you... thank you, Your Majesty."
Yingping waved his hand, indicating not to worry about this anymore.
Xiaoyuan looked at Yingping, whose eyes were full of concern, and suddenly felt that this man was so cute and close. In the palace where everyone had the same expression, he was actually the most flesh-and-blood and emotional one.
"How is Zhitang's situation?" Yingping was still most concerned about Zhitang's situation.
"Miss...she still hasn't woken up." Xiao Yuan lowered his head and his voice was like a mosquito.
Yingping sighed softly. He gently grabbed Zhitang's weak and boneless hand and rubbed it. Recalling the scene when Zhitang suddenly appeared in front of him and stabbed him, Yingping's heart felt cramped.
Why does this extremely weak woman in front of me have so much courage? What drove her to make such a choice?
Yingping felt mixed emotions in his heart, and he tightened his grip on Zhitang's hand, as if he was afraid that if he let go, she would slip away from him.
Just when Yingping was watching Zhitang in a trance, a young eunuch ran in from outside the palace. He came to Chen Jinjue's side and whispered something to him.
Chen Jinjue frowned after hearing this, and then said complainingly: "What are you waiting for? Why don't you let people in?"
The little eunuch took the order and ran out as fast as he could.
"Your Majesty..." Chen Jinjue also whispered, for fear of disturbing Yingping, who was still in sorrow.
"Um?"
"Miss Zichun is here, I have asked someone to bring her over..."
Just as Chen Jinjue was speaking, Zichun's figure appeared in the hall.
"Uncle Master——" Seeing Zichun, Yingping felt much calmer.
"Miss Zichun! Our family is here to say hello to you -" When the Emperor of Tang was still alive, Zichun would come to the palace every once in a while to take his pulse and prescribe prescriptions. Therefore, Chen Jinjue and Zichun had long been familiar with each other.
Zichun nodded towards Chen Jinjue, and then went straight to the bed. She took Zhitang's hand from Yingping and took a pulse. After feeling that the pulse was stable, she put Zhitang's hand back to the bedside.
"Uncle, how is she...?" Looking at the fifth uncle who was also tired, Yingping felt apologetic.
"The injury is considered stable. Don't worry too much. Although the wound is deep, it is not fatal. It can be considered a blessing among misfortunes." Zichun said with relief.
"Is the lady's life really not in danger?" Xiao Yuan couldn't help but get excited after hearing Zichun's words.
"Presumptuous——" Chen Jinjue scolded Xiao Yuan when he saw that he didn't have any sense of control.
Xiao Yuan was scolded and lowered his head in grievance, not daring to say anything more.
Zichun looked at the poor little girl and asked softly: "Is the medicine ready?"
"Um…"
"Bring it quickly, it's time to take the medicine."
Xiao Yuan said "Oh", then walked to the medicine stove with small steps, scooped out a bowl of medicine, put it on the tray, and carried it to the bedside.
Yingping carefully lifted Zhitang up and leaned in his arms, then stretched out his hands and said: "Bring it -"
"Ah?" Xiao Yuan was confused for a while and didn't understand what Ying Ping meant.
"medicine."
"ah!"
Xiaoyuan looked surprised. She never imagined that Yingping, the emperor, would actually give the medicine to the young lady with his own hands. Perhaps due to the huge impact, Xiao Yuan stood there stupidly for a moment, not knowing what to do.
"Hurry up and hand over the medicine?" Looking at Xiao Yuan who was stunned, Chen Jinjue also lost his temper.
"Oh...ok..." Xiaoyuan came back to his senses and presented the bowl respectfully.
"Your Majesty, please be careful not to burn yourself..."
"Your Majesty, would you like me to help you cool down the medicine first?"
"Your Majesty, my servant will hold this bowl for you..."
Seeing that the head eunuch who was bossing everyone around was constantly surrounding Yingping and showing courtesy, Xiaoyuan couldn't help but feel a little complicated...
What kind of person is this 'Mr. Zheng'? Will he be kind to the lady? I heard that the emperor has countless beauties in his harem. What if one day he doesn't like the lady...
Xiaoyuan once again fell into random thoughts, but this time she laughed as she thought about it. Seeing Yingping's considerate actions, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in Xiaoyuan's heart - if the emperor could condescend to give medicine to a common girl, I'm afraid there would only be young ladies in the entire Tang Dynasty and even the entire Central Plains, right? He had seen the mutual affection between the young lady and him before. The fact that the young lady could make such a decision at that critical moment was also the best proof. What was he worrying about here? At least in the future, the lady will no longer have to face all kinds of stinky men in the shop, right? Compared to those people, the Holy One in front of me...well...not only is he so cute, but he is even handsome. He seems to be even more handsome than Mr. Su!
