Ganquan Palace
Zhao Ji looked at the wound on Zhang Ji's hand. There was no sharp look in her long and narrow eyes, but some redness and swelling, rather like a little girl's.
The imperial doctor briefly checked the color and depth of the wound, and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and said: "To the Queen Mother, fortunately there is no poison on the sword blade. The wound did not hurt the muscles and bones, it was just a skin injury, nothing serious. .”
The imperial doctor wiped off the sweat from his forehead, sent someone to deliver wound medicine for sword wounds, and some medicine to replenish qi and blood, and then left Ganquan Palace.
The imperial doctor couldn't help but feel nervous. Although the Xianyang Palace was still under discussion, news spread that Lao Ai and his confidants were imprisoned in Tingwei Prison and Lao Ai's followers rebelled.
Moreover, the fact that Zhang Ji was regarded as the adopted son by Zhao Ji was also widely circulated.
Faced with such a favorite and savior, with Zhang Ji's status in the hearts of Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji, if something went wrong during the treatment, his head might not be saved.
After the imperial doctor left, Zhao Ji also drove away the other maids.
The maids of Ganquan Palace already knew about the relationship between Zhao Ji and Zhang Ji, so they shut their mouths and walked out of the inner hall silently. No one dared to say a word. Only Li Wu, who was born in Luowang, had the courage to look more. The two glanced at each other, curled their lips and left together with the other maids.
After seeing all the maids leaving, Zhao Ji no longer suppressed her inner emotions. The crystal tears in her eyes ran across her pink and delicate cheeks and fell on her black and red phoenix robe.
Looking at the shocking wound in Zhang Ji's hand, Zhao Ji felt a little scared.
If Zhang Ji had been half a step slower, the dagger would have pierced his heart.
And if Lao Ai used a little more force, Zhang Ji's right hand might become useless.
Of course, the fourth level of horizontal and hard training will not make Zhang Ji's right hand disabled. Even if such a problem does occur, in the name of the Qin State and the Mohist Family, please ask the leaders of the doctors Nianduan and Fang Jijia to treat Zhang Ji. It's not difficult either.
But only Zhang Ji himself knew these things, and Zhang Ji seemed to see through the blame and fear in Zhao Ji's eyes, and gently wiped away the crystal tears that stained the corners of his eyes with red eye shadow.
"I said, don't be afraid, I'm here." Zhang Ji raised the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled softly next to Zhao Ji's ear, with a bit of joking on his face, "Don't you believe my mother?" Are you committed?"
That sound, accompanied by the hot breath hitting the tip of her ear, made Zhao Ji feel a little soft in her delicate body, as if a tiny electric current had passed through her body.
At the same time, a dog's paws were exploring Zhao Ji's waist dishonestly.
Zhao Ji angrily slapped away the hand that was trying to climb to the top, then gently held Zhang Ji's other hand, and said angrily: "Your hand is injured, why are you so dishonest?"
"Isn't this so charming?" Zhang Ji chuckled.
"Glib tongue."
Zhao Ji rolled her eyes at Zhang Ji, stretched out her slender jade fingers, poked Zhang Ji's forehead hard, and pushed Zhang Ji down directly on her phoenix couch. Although Zhao Ji said she didn't believe it, her slight smile revealed her true feelings.
However, Zhang Ji was really not trying to make Zhao Ji happy, but he thought so from the bottom of his heart.
Today's Zhao Ji allowed him to see a different side of this woman.
Graceful, dignified, calm and generous, her mother respects the world, not the "other people want" who usually pesters Zhang Ji.
Coupled with the blessing of the phoenix robe...
The Qin State respects black, so Ying Zheng's royal robe is Xuan Yi Shang, and the throne is also a thousand-year-old black Xuan Jade. Although the red phoenix robe that Zhao Ji usually wears is extremely bright, showing off her grace and charm while still being charming, this black and red phoenix robe is the real phoenix robe of the Empress Dowager of the Qin Dynasty.
Moreover, there is always a strong sense of contrast between Zhao Ji, who is so maternal and graceful, and Zhao Ji, who is usually charming, charming and charming.
Contrast always brings a different kind of interest to people, and it is extremely popular even in later generations, but they prefer the situation where these two states are reversed.
Zhao Ji naturally noticed some changes in Zhang Ji and Zhang Ji's interest seemed to be particularly high today, but she did not intend to let Zhang Ji succeed so quickly, but planned to fully satisfy Zhang Ji's appetite.
"Don't make trouble. Apply the medicine first. It won't be good if there are any hidden injuries."
Saying that, Zhao Ji looked at the medicinal stone that the imperial doctor had prescribed for Zhang Ji, reached out and brushed a few strands of hair at her temples, folded her legs together, and read the medical instructions left by the imperial doctor.
Zhang Ji was just lying on the phoenix couch, looking at the ceiling above his head. Suddenly, accompanied by the slightest pain and itching, Zhang Ji felt a warm touch coming from the wound in his hand. He looked sideways and found Zhao Ji. He lowered his head and licked the wound that still had some blood.
The blood stained the already bright red lips, making them look even more charming.
"Spitting (intentionally) helps the recovery of wounds. This is what I heard from my mother when I was a child." Zhao Ji Zhao Ji opened her thin lips lightly, and her tone was plain but with unparalleled charm, letting the man lying beside her Zhang Ji beside him couldn't help but be a little fascinated, "Why do you dislike it?"
"Why would you dislike it?"
Zhang Ji quickly comforted Zhao Ji: "How could I dislike my mother?"
Zhao Ji snorted somewhat reluctantly: "I think you just dislike it."
"how could be."
Zhang Ji turned sideways, stretched out his uninjured hand to hug Zhao Ji towards him, printed on the delicate red lips stained with blood, and greedily plundered Zhao Ji until Zhao Ji couldn't breathe, and Zhang Ji didn't let go Opened her.
Looking at Zhao Ji who was breathing heavily, Zhang Ji pointed to his lips with a smile on his face: "It's so delicious, the Queen Mother usually rewards the humble ministers."
Zhao Ji's fair and jade-like skin was quickly filled with a layer of red clouds. She stretched out her hand and pinched Zhang Ji's waist hard: "If you do anything else, get out of Ganquan Palace and go back to your mansion."
Zhang Ji was in pain and temporarily retracted his dishonest dog paw, but as Zhao Ji applied wound medicine on him bit by bit with a spatula made of jasper, Zhang Ji still stretched out his sinful hand.
Zhang Ji knows very well that in this aspect, when a woman says she doesn't want something, she often means she wants it.
Even if Zhao Ji knew that Zhang Ji was dishonest, there was nothing she could do about him.
Is it possible that we really want to drive him back to the mansion?
Then I don’t know who will regret it then.
As the last bit of trauma medicine was applied, Zhang Ji pulled Zhao Ji up with one hand amidst Zhao Ji's exclamations.
"The Queen Mother treated my injuries, but I had nothing to repay."
"Today the Queen Mother is filled with anger because of Lao Ai and other rebels. I will treat the Queen Mother well to repay the Queen Mother's kindness!"
After saying this, Zhang Ji wanted to take action, but was held down by Zhao Ji.
With slender fingers, a pair of jade hands pressed against Zhang Ji's chest, pressing him back again.
"Look at the beauty I gave you, are you repaying my kindness?"
Zhao Ji's autumn eyes, which had just shown a hint of sultry charm, suddenly became frosty and turned into a frozen lake.
"Queen Mother..."
Snapped!
Just as Zhang Ji spoke, a crisp sound came from behind Zhang Ji.
Was he beaten by Zhao Ji? ? ?
Zhang Ji's eyes widened and he looked at Zhao Ji in confusion, wondering what was going on with this woman.
But the next moment, Zhang Ji understood.
Zhao Ji smiled softly, with a hint of cunning in the curve of her mouth. Her fingers gently brushed the noble black and red phoenix robe on her body, and the collar of the phoenix robe was slightly teased by slender fingers. Open it a little, revealing the white and soft snow scenery.
"Who asked you to call me Queen Mother? Think about what you should call me?"
"Mother~"
"You were very bad today and made the Queen very angry. How should you make the Queen happy?"
"My son, please let your mother calm down."
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