Although Qing Meng suffered from wind and cold, it was not a serious problem. But he was paralyzed in bed all day long and had to be served by servants even for meals. Everyone believed it to be true, except Yao Qiu who had doubts and came to feed him personally that morning.
She quietly sat on the edge of the bed, helped Qing Meng sit up, gently blew the hot air from the spoon, and tentatively fed it to Qing Meng.
"This is what a slave should do..." Qing Meng took a small sip and turned sideways.
Yao Qiu sighed: "This concubine is puzzled by what the king said. How can there be any reason in the world that a wife is not allowed to serve her husband?"
After hearing this, Qing Meng sat up straight, took another sip from the soup bowl, and her cheeks gradually turned rosy.
"The king is guarding against his concubine?" Yao Qiu suddenly asked Qingmeng.
Qing Meng's hands were stunned and almost turned over the soup bowl: "Qiu, what does this mean?"
"The king's face is rosy, it really doesn't look like he is paralyzed on the bed..." Yao Qiu lowered his head and said softly.
Qing Meng smiled embarrassingly, gently put down the soup bowl: "I really can't hide everything, autumn.
Yao Qiu converged with Zhu Ling: "The ministers naturally understand, the king does not have to worry about it."
"What do you know?" Qing Meng asked with a smile.
Yao Qiu shook his head: "Your Majesty, you have really changed. You can guard against the court officials, why should you guard against your brothers who have been through life and death? What a coincidence that this disease came, giving them a chance to show their loyalty..."
The husband and wife who raised the eyebrows, but today, the word "you" is one by one. Although Zhang Qingmeng is in a high position and deserves his wife so much, he always has some displeased in his heart.
"Autumn, you should understand the mind of the lone king ..."
"Big king, the ministers don't understand."
Qing Meng looked at her silently and sighed: "The lone king is in a high position, and there is always a retrograde man who wants to ask for my life, how can you not prevent it?"
Yao Qiu didn't reply, just gently blowing the hot soup.
At this time, the personal guard Zhao Hongyan walked in: "Adult, the young master came, please settle."
"Tell him to come in, the lone king hasn't seen him for more than half a year."
As soon as the words fell, a teenager stepped in elegantly. His brows were as thin as willows, and his eyes were cold and stern, just like the lonely moonlight, keeping others away from him. Black spots were born on the forehead, like the eyes of the Erlang God. The tall body is wearing mysterious brocade clothes, and it looks more honorable and graceful.
This person is Wang Yihang, the grandson of Zhou Cheng, the hero of the generation, and a talented man in both civil and military affairs who is only thirteen years old.
"Come here and tell King Gu to take a look!" Qing Meng happily hugged Wang Yihang into her arms. If her biological son was still here, he would probably be as old as this.
But Wang Yihang didn't like this. His body even resisted, but he still endured it helplessly: "Father, I won't have time to greet you in the future..."
"Don't ask for it, and don't call the righteous father in the future, you have to call the father, so more kind!" Qingmeng immersed his son's face in his mind in his mind and immersed his son's face in the hypocritical happiness.
Yao Qiu held Wang Yihang's hand: "How? Is it still adapting to your newly arranged mansion?"
"There's nothing wrong with it," Wang Yihang replied in a low voice. After all, he had been like this since he was a child.
Qingmeng looked at Yao Qiu with a smile: "Autumn! You don't know, this child's grandfather Zhou Cheng was a hero. When I was in Haibo City, I didn't eat less."
"If you want to come to this child, you must be an extraordinary person." Yao Qiu nodded and answered.
Wang Yihang broke away from Qingmeng's arms. Although these two words were a bit difficult to say, he still said them out bluntly: "Father..."
Take care of the mysterious Jinyi, and respectfully salute the dream: "I hope that the father and king will recover soon, and the child will pray daily, and wish the father and king."
Qingmeng looked at his back and said happily: "Look! Jiang'er is so big! Yes! It's so big!"
Yao Qiu squeezed his eyes and signaled him not to talk about it. After hearing this, Wang Yihang just sighed and walked out. Just stepped out of the palace courtyard.
After a noon, Yu Jitao prepared some gifts to visit. He dreamed of him, and he was paralyzed in the bed in a panic, pretending to be sick into the cream.
"King, haven't you given medicine today?" Yu Jitao asked while making a puppet.
Qingmeng sat up hard, and Yu Jitao quickly went up to help.
"Probably coming soon..." Qingmeng replied with half-closed eyes.
Yu Jitao's mouth rose, and said to Qingmeng: "King, I heard that the queen mother called the grandfather into the palace, but this matter?"
"Yes... I said I was going to visit..."
"Is it really visiting?" Yu Jitao's voice became strange.
After listening to this, Qingmeng was locked, and quickly asked: "Can you still do it?"
"King, now you are in a high position, and one more guard is always good."
Qingmeng nodded, and a lot of spirit was instantly. When he saw no one, he continued to ask: "Jiang'er's affairs can be where you are?"
Yu Jitao sighed and sighed: "The son is still unsuccessful for five years. He wants to be hidden by the master somewhere.
"There's no other way, just keep looking..." Qing Meng seemed a little disappointed and lay down again.
The girl came to report, saying that it was Tai Hospital to send people to send medicine. Yu Jitao shook the osmanthus folding fan.
I saw that Taiyi was holding a bowl of medicine around the past and bent over and saluted: "See King Zheng, the little doctor Feng Tai Hospital is fatal to fried medicine, and come to ask the king to take it."
He glanced at Ji Tao again, and asked: "The little doctor needs to take the pulse for the king, and please avoid it."
Yu Ji Tao sneered: "What's the matter? If I sit here, will the king's pulse become disordered?"
"Mr. Said, the little doctor was fortunate to serve the king today. It is very honored that he dare not neglect. Mr. Here, the little doctor is extremely nervous, fearing that there are mistakes ..." Weekly wiped his hands and wiped cold sweat.
Yu Jitao put away the osmanthus folding fan: "As that, Ji Tao will not disturb Mr. Mai, and take a step back first."
The birds outside the window are rolling cheerfully, the white clouds are leisurely, the sky is extraordinarily blue, and the intoxicating floral fragrance is floating everywhere. This is a good season.
Qingmeng looked out of the window and said to himself: "What a good weather, how can Tai Hospital entrust you to do this bitter thing?"
"Being able to serve King Zheng, the little doctor is fortunate, how can it be a bitter thing? Today's good season, it is the king of the king Guang Shi Renyi." Weekly used the spoon to grind the Chinese medicine residue with a spoon, secretly looking at it secretly, and secretly looked at it. glanced at him.
Weekly, I threw the spoon aside, and handed a large bowl of soup.
"Why did the spoon throw aside?" Qing Meng was puzzled.
"This medicine should be drinking. If you take it slowly, it will affect the efficacy." Weekly bumped around, and his hands trembled slightly.
Seeing his strange appearance, Qing Meng snorted softly: "You are trembling and uneasy, why?"
Weekly was so frightened that she was in a hurry, and hurriedly explained: "The king of the king is the watches, which makes the little doctor feel uneasy."
"Put the medicine first, and drink it for a while."
"The king should take the medicine while taking the medicine, please break it quickly!" Weekly seemed a little impatient.
Qing Meng had already pondered three points in his heart. He looked at the bowl of medicine quietly and looked at him coldly.
This is a good opportunity! Zhou Ciyu took advantage of the fact that no one was around, and suddenly pressed Qingmeng down on the bed with his arms, and poured the bowl of medicine straight into his mouth - he was already extremely ill and had no strength to resist anyway!
Still almost, it's just a bit out of the corner of the mouth! As long as he gets into his belly, he will corrode his intestines and let him die in pain!
Unfortunately, the illness of Qingmeng is installed.
Qingmeng used his knees to go up with a weekly lower abdomen. While he had no time to take care of his pain, he immediately grabbed the medicine bowl and instantly splashed his face to the face. He only heard "嗞!" He felt that the entire face was burned in general pain.
Hearing the movement, Zhao Hongyan took a team of soldiers in and instantly captured the most disfigured week. Qingmeng was so frightened that her hair was spread behind her head, and she couldn't stop trembling with anger. She yelled crazily: "Drag him down!! Torture him!!! Make him spit out who the person who ordered him is!!!!"
In the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, the week was naked. It had been tortured for two hours. Even so, the week still refused to disclose half a word, and was still scolding: "You are a group of beasts! National thief!"
While he was cursing crazily, Zhang Qingmeng, wearing a mink fur coat, walked in. In this underground prison, it was extremely cold, and the air was filled with the smell of dampness and blood.
Weekly ended with sore throat, and a sip of blood sputum: "Zhang Qingmeng! I * your ancestors! You will be a country thief!"
"Yo!" Qingmeng sneered: "The lone king is too gentle to you, can you let you speak?"
The jailer on the side got the order, took five wooden sticks worn with a rope, put on his fingers, and tightened crazy. The pain every week is heart-piercing, and the voice is loud and hoarse. Spay the fine needle into ten nails, smash the nails with stones, and drip on the tender meat with the wax oil fell down with red candle ... almost nothing. But even if he was about to faint, he did not provide any one, and his angry eyes stared at Zhang Qingmeng straight.
"Go to his right eye, keep a tendon falling, let the eyes hang outside!" Qing Meng bit his lips hard and commanded coldly. The jailer smiled, this is a technical work, and today he will sell at a diligence.
Weekly was struggling desperately, his throat had shouted to vomit blood, his left eye saw the right eye, hanging outside, hanging outside, blood gathered in front of his right eye, dripping ...
"Why? As long as you confess the main envoys behind the scenes, the lone king will spare you for your life, and even give you a reward, why should it be like now?" Qing Meng reached out, his expression was on his face without any expression, Blood, slide freely.
"You beasts are insulting your Majesty and arbitrarily power, and you will be scolded by the people of all generations!" Weekly shouted weakly.
Qing Meng put his mouth close to his ear, and laughed yin: "Really? Perhaps the person who may be wrong is me, maybe people from later generations will scold me, but now suffering, but you ..."
A shuddering laugh echoed in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal, which made everyone present take a breath. They did not expect that the man named Zhang Qingmeng was so brutal and horrible!
But this time was torture to get out of the same party behind him. Qingmeng still retained some discretion in the use of torture, and turned to psychological warfare.
"You have been deceived by Uncle Guo. He has sold you long ago!"
When Qing Meng said this, he didn't have much confidence in his heart. However, the week was stunned after hearing this, shaking his head incredibly.
It seems that this method is useful! Qing Meng was convinced that there must be a national aunt Yin Jiansheng in the same party. Since this would be easier to handle, he continued to test: "You conspired at night, right?"
"How do you know ..." Weekly blurted out, and Qing Meng seized this opportunity instantly: "How do I know? Grandpa Guo will reveal you the next day and wait for you to hook it."
impossible! They had a blood mark on the book! Zhou Cixiao couldn't believe it. Seeing that he had some doubts, he analyzed: "Find a quiet place for conspiracy ... I heard that Zhou Taiyi's home is in the suburbs of the city?"
"What do you want to do?" Speaking of which, the week was completely panicked, and his eyes trembled in his pupils.
Qingmeng laughed: "Don't panic, the lone king is going to come here, so help you to remember it slowly ..."
"Zhang Qingmeng! You lunatic! If you dare to touch my mother's hair, I, Zhou Cixiao, will not let you go!" Zhou Cixiao struggled violently.
"How can I ..." Qing Meng smiled at vibrato: "How dare the lone king dare to make the body of the master joking, just let her come over to help the baby son remember it."
Weekly had forgotten the pain, and yelled loudly: "My mother is sick in bed for many years. How can I remember the things for a long time?"
"Simple!" Qing Meng picked up a piece of meat: "Let Ling Tang look at it with his own eyes, and the son -in -law who is accustomed to raising is tortured here, maybe he is excited -just remembered, isn't it?"
Weekly was so scared that his lips trembled slightly. He could endure all torture, but his mother was his weakness.
This time, he finally got cold feet...
