Shen Dingzhu quickly reminded him: "Your Majesty, please lower your voice."
The maids were still outside, and it was easy for them to hear him getting angry without thinking about it.
Feng Jing stared at her with his brown eyes: "You are so heartless. I guess Emperor Jin must be almost half-dead angry with you."
Shen Dingzhu was speechless. Why did Feng Jing's tone sound like he was sympathetic to Xiao Langyan?
Is she really annoying?
Shen Dingzhu saw that he was soaked all over and his face was very red, so he poured him a cup of herbal tea to relieve the heat.
"Your Majesty, don't be angry. I didn't know you were infected with cartilage powder. If it was Xiao Langyan, I would be able to help. It's just that we..." She hesitated, her lowered voice carrying a different kind of softness.
Feng Jing drank the herbal tea in one gulp, but felt that it was a drop in the bucket and his limbs were still weak.
Hearing what Shen Dingzhu said, he lazily raised his eyes and looked with an inexplicable smile in his tone: "Yes, if you didn't say it, I would have forgotten it. You are husband and wife, so there is no inconvenience. It is much more convenient for me." ”
He threw the empty tea cup into Shen Dingzhu's arms: "I still want to drink."
Shen Dingzhu poured him another cup, but she didn't expect it was not enough. Finally, she simply brought the teapot over.
Feng Jing calmed down for a while and stretched out his arm: "Help me go and take a bath."
Shen Dingzhu hesitated for a moment.
Feng Jingfeng's eyes narrowed, narrow and deep, with merciless ridicule: "You are living under someone else's roof now. I am not the Emperor of Jin, so I don't have much patience with you, so you should serve me as the maidservant."
Having said this, Shen Dingzhu's long eyelashes revealed helplessness in his pair of dark eyes: "Since the emperor doesn't mind, of course I have no objection."
Just like giving a bath to her son Xiao Xingche, after all, Feng Jing was no big deal in her eyes.
Although he was a volatile emperor, Shen Dingzhu felt that he was still a willful and paranoid young man at heart.
Thinking like this, Shen Dingzhu's squirming and awkwardness just now completely disappeared. She knew that he had been hit by cartilage dispersion, so the water was slightly colder. When she helped him sit in, Shen Dingzhu took the initiative to take off Feng Jing's coat.
When she wanted to help him take off his shirt, Feng Jing grabbed her wrist.
Shen Dingzhu raised his head and met the young man's cold, dark eyes: "It's enough to take off your clothes here, don't make your own decisions."
After he finished speaking, he shook off her wrist and sat directly in the tub, stretching his arms and leaning on the edge of the tub.
Shen Dingzhu moved a chair and sat next to him: "How did the emperor detect that there was something wrong with that glass of wine?"
Feng Jing closed his eyes and felt the refreshing and slightly cool water temperature. He rarely had such a relaxed time. Even in the palace, his nerves were tense.
At this moment, he just wanted to keep emptying himself, and his tone of reply to her became lazy: "You can smell it."
"Smell?" Shen Dingzhu was startled and blinked his thick black eyelashes in confusion.
When the jug was brought up, she didn't smell any weird smell, but not drinking was a way for her to protect herself outside, so she only drank the tea in front of her.
Feng Jing was sitting next to her, still a little far away, but he could smell the wine.
Shen Dingzhu looked at him, but saw that the young emperor in front of him had remembered something unpleasant, his dark eyebrows were furrowed, and his jawline was tense.
at night.
Huang Yunmeng invited Feng Jing away on the grounds of discussing poetry. Shen Dingzhu guessed that Huang Yunmeng would keep him, so she was not prepared to wait for him and turned off the lights in advance.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the lights were turned off, Feng Jing opened the door and walked in.
"How dare you put out the candle before I'm back?" He closed the door behind his back and asked unhappily.
Shen Dingzhu was sitting on the edge of the couch, having changed into pajamas. Her black hair was flowing down the side of her neck. The moonlight was shining down and fell on her, just like Chang'e in the moonlight.
"I thought Huang Yunmeng would try his best to keep the emperor with her."
As he spoke, Feng Jing had already walked to the bed, raising his eyebrows in a naughty joke: "What? Sister is jealous? You should be anxious. If I canonize Huang Yunmeng, that old guy Wei Mao'an will think that I chose her, and If I don’t want you, I can’t help but take you as my own.”
Shen Dingzhu's face turned pale, and she raised her beautiful black eyes to look at him.
It turns out that Feng Jing also noticed it?
He unbuttoned his clothes and snorted coldly: "So, you'd better not leave me too far during the few days I'm here, otherwise no one can help you if something happens."
After finishing speaking, Feng Jing waved his hand: "Get up, I'll sleep on the bed, you go and sleep over there."
Shen Dingzhu pursed her red lips, a little reluctant. The beauty's couch under the window was narrow and uncomfortable to sleep on.
However, thinking about Feng Jing drinking the problematic wine for her during the day, although what he said now was unpleasant, it was still a reminder.
Shen Dingzhu hugged the pillow and quilt, walked to the beauty's couch and sat down.
Seeing Feng Jing lying carelessly on her bed, she thought about it and went to the cabinet to get him a quilt.
At night, both of them were afraid of heat. Fortunately, Shen Dingzhu's habit before going to bed was to ask Mu Xia to fill the ice mirror with cold ice cubes.
The room was very quiet. Feng Jing might have fallen asleep and there was no movement, but Shen Dingzhu was tossing and turning, thinking about where Xiao Langyan was now.
Has he ever come to Chang Liu Country? Is Huang Yunmeng the bait he released?
Now that she is in the crisis-ridden Changliu Kingdom, she feels that everyone around her has bad intentions, making her walk on thin ice no matter what she does.
Thinking of this, Shen Dingzhu turned over and saw Feng Jing's sleeping figure behind the screen.
Seriously, Feng Jing is the only person she can trust now.
However, Shen Dingzhu was worried that night, and the slightest movement or the chirping of birds and insects outside would wake her up.
It wasn't until late in the night that she finally fell asleep, but after a while, she was woken up by a slight sound.
Shen Dingzhu was tense all the time. When she heard the noise, she quickly opened her sleepy and empty beautiful eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. It turned out to be Feng Jing.
"Queen Mother, Queen Mother, don't leave..."
Shen Dingzhu frowned, stood up and walked over with gentle steps, and saw Feng Jing, a handsome young man with a face that was pale and pale in pain.
"I don't want to eat cartilage powder... I will be obedient..." He shook his body slightly, as if he was struggling violently in a dream.
Shen Dingzhu was shocked.
Could it be that Feng Jing was dreaming about the dark past of his childhood?
Feng Jing was forced to become a young emperor when he was only three years old. He must not have understood anything at that time, but as he got older, when he was eight or nine years old, he must have understood his situation.
The young man must have resisted, but it was a pity that he was too young at that time. How could he fight alone against the wolves, tigers and leopards in the court?
Presumably, in order to make him obedient and appear normally in front of civil and military officials, Cartilage Powder is the best way to control this young emperor.
After eating it, he can't do anything and can't get sick. He just has no energy to contact the government and has to rely on others for everything.
Shen Dingzhu felt frightened when he thought about it. How did Feng Jing survive under such harsh conditions? How much suffering has he suffered?
At this time, Feng Jing whimpered and cried uncontrollably in his sleep.
Shen Dingzhu was stunned, took out the handkerchief, and wiped the tears from his eyes twice.
suddenly!
She first felt Feng Jing's whole body stiffen, and then, his big palm quickly grabbed Shen Dingzhu's wrist. Before she could react, she was already spinning, and was pressed hard against the bed by his fiery body. superior.
His palm instantly strangled her throat, causing Shen Dingzhu's tender cry to stop abruptly. She looked up in desperation, and saw Feng Jing's eyes red, filled with chaotic and dark rage.
at this time.
Wan Chun, who was watching outside the door, heard the noise and knocked on the door: "Miss, are you okay?"
In late spring, I remembered the regent's instructions and quietly opened the door a crack.
