The next day, Wang Quan was released from prison and carried back to his room with a breath of breath.
Emperor Yuan also specially ordered several imperial doctors to him, and they must be allowed to cure Wang Quan.
There were some skin wounds all over Wang's body.
If the best medicine was sprinkled on his wounds, it would be no big deal.
The medicine was sprinkled on his festering blood.
He grinned in pain and threw himself on the bed, yelling, "Lu Chengyuan, that one" If a dog's baby falls into the hands of a Zajia, the Zajia will cut off the thing underneath it and let it cook and eat it."
"Oh, oh, oh, please be gentle," he shouted to the little eunuch who was applying the medicine.
"Master, the emperor asked you to take the medicine and go to Chang'an Palace."
Wang Quan's eyes widened immediately, and he shook his head and thought for a while.
Since the emperor had saved his own life, he should not make things difficult for him anymore.
"I know, you go down."
Wang Quan had put on his clothes, and his whole body was itching with pain, but he couldn't catch it yet, which made him hate Lu Chengyuan even more.
What kind of commander is this, sir?
One day he will have to beg his grandpa to sue his grandma.
Wang Quan put on plain clothes and ran towards Chang'an Palace.
The disciples behind him tried to help him, but he waved them away.
What he wanted now was to look miserable.
Wang Quan knelt down and kept his eyes closed, not looking at the people sitting in the palace.
His voice sounded like he was sobbing, "Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for me."
Wang Quan made up his mind that he would never admit what he had done.
Emperor Yuan held the writing brush in his hand and said nothing.
Wang Quan then said: "Your Majesty, I, my slave, have beaten evil officials into submission before."
There was silence in the main hall.
Emperor Yuan slowly put the brush in his hand and slapped it on the table, making a loud noise.
He waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, okay, you don't need to pretend to be here with me.
I see."
You are very bold."
Wang Quan shook his body and dared not speak.
The anger on Emperor Yuan's face subsided a little, "I'm protecting you this time.
If you do it again, don't blame me for being merciless.
Today at the meeting, I have announced that I will take away your position as admiral and return you to the supervisory army of Aman City.
If you can come back alive from Aman City, I will reinstate you to your post."
When Wang Quan heard this, his heart went cold.
This Aman city is on the border.
Now it is in turmoil and at war.
What can he do as a eunuch who can't lift it?
Although the supervisor does not have to go to the battlefield in person, he has offended him in recent years.
There were too many people, and there was no guarantee that anyone would harm him secretly.
"Your Majesty, this slave was also harmed by a traitor.
He is obsessed with it.
Please spare me this time."
Emperor Yuan snorted coldly, "If I don't spare you, it won't be a pity for you to die.
Don't worry, this Dongchang can't live without you."
Emperor Yuan was not unaware of the ridiculous things done by the East and West factories.
These eunuchs suppressed the officials as hard as possible, thus avoiding the emergence of some powerful cabinet ministers.
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The East Factory collapsed and the West Factory became dominant.
That was not what Emperor Yuan wanted to see.
This was the reason why he saved Wang Quan this time.
Wang Quan was as alive as a man.
After hearing this, he understood that the emperor was planning to let him go out and take refuge.
Wang Quan kowtowed, "I thank the Emperor for not killing me."
Wang Quan came out of Chang'an Palace and went straight to the East Factory.
The eunuchs inside had red lips and white teeth, and looked effeminate, but their hearts were darker than anyone else's.
Wang Quan gave them a death order to assassinate Lu Chengyuan.
These eunuchs in Dongchang had no martial arts skills, so naturally they could not be Lu Chengyuan's opponents, and it was even more impossible to capture him alive.
But these eunuchs had many ways to kill Lu Chengyuan. .
Outside Ningfu Palace, Zhao Junhan held the jade pendant in his hand and lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
After a long time, he raised his hand and knocked on the palace door.
The heavy palace door was pushed open from the inside, and the palace maid opened her mouth.
After seeing his face, she swallowed back the questions in her throat.
She had seen this man before.
He was a prince.
He stopped the queen's sedan that day.
The reason why the palace maid can remember it so clearly is because she has never seen such a good-looking man.
Even the heroic eldest prince is not as good-looking as him.
She blushed, lowered her head and said, "You wait, my wife has just gotten up, my servant will go in and let me know."
Zhao Junhan raised his lips and smiled, charming people, "Thank you."
The palace maid couldn't even speak, turned around and ran away.
Zhao Junhan stopped laughing, his eyes were cold, and he returned to his expressionless look.
Concubine Zhao had just finished dressing up, and Bi Qing was putting makeup on her.
She didn't plan to go out today, so naturally she didn't need any bright makeup.
After hearing the report from the little palace maid, Concubine Zhao smiled in a good mood, and then ordered Bi Qing to Be more refined.
Concubine Zhao saw the luxurious hairpin and hairpin on the dressing table again, and pointed to the red one, "Biqing, please use this hairpin today."
Bi Qing was startled.
She had been competing for this hairpin in the Great Liang Kingdom but could not find another one.
The empress was reluctant to wear it on weekdays.
Why did she suddenly have to wear it today?
She did not dare to think deeply about it.
Concubine Zhao wore a rosy-colored ruqi with half-exposure to her breasts.
She ordered Zhao Junhan, who was waiting outside the door, to be escorted in, and all the maids waiting in the room were ordered to leave, not even Bi Qing. .
Concubine Zhao was leaning on the soft couch.
There was a pure white cat in her arms.
Her green-white fingers slowly followed the cat's hair.
She raised her eyes and looked at him.
The surprise and appreciation flashed through her eyes. .
"You really want to be my son" Zhao Junhan chuckled, "I can't do anything fake.
I am sincere to my empress."
Concubine Zhao looked at his face and was lost for a moment, then suddenly waved to him, smiling charmingly, "Come here."
Zhao Junhan felt cold in his heart, and with a calm expression on his face, he walked slowly over and stood a few steps away from her.
Concubine Zhao's smile deepened a lot, and she said: "Get closer."
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He was averse to the cold, but he didn't show it at all.
He took two steps closer.
She leaned forward, blew into his ear and asked, "Is this palace beautiful?"
Zhao Junhan smiled, "Beautiful."
She then added: "You don't just want to be my son."
How could Zhao Junhan not hear the deeper meaning?
He pretended to be ignorant, "I am willing to be a slave or a dog for my queen."
Concubine Zhao paused for a long time and pushed him away.
She lost her charming look just now and said, "Okay, for the hunt in one month, I will find a way to bring you in.
You just need to perform a show according to my instructions."
Just the drama of rescuing the driver is enough, I will let you ascend to heaven in one step."
Zhao Junhan curled his lips, "Then I'll thank you first."
"No need to thank me, everyone just gets what they need."
She asked again: "By the way, where do you live now?"
Zhao Junhan calmed down and said, "It's an abandoned yard."
She tapped her fingers and thought for a while, "You should continue to live there this month, so as not to attract attention in advance.
I asked Biqing to prepare some books.
You can pick them up tomorrow.
You have never gone to school, so you need to go to school now."
More suffering.”
"Your Majesty, you have thought carefully."
"Stay and have lunch."
"Thank you, Madam, but I have already eaten."
He replied.
Concubine Zhao pinched the cat in her arms, and when she heard the cat scream, she said with a cold face, "Get out."
Zhao Junhan saluted and left without looking back.
She sneered again and again and murmured: "One day, I will hook you into bed."
He Ling didn't expect that she would see Song Duan again so soon.
The shadow of last time still lingered in her mind.
The only empress in the cold palace froze to death last night, and the manpower at Sishan Hall was also tense.
She had no choice but to let her deliver lunch to each palace.
Lang Pei climbed up a high branch, but the queen asked him to climb over.
He Ling saw Song Duan sitting on a gorgeous sedan chair on the imperial road.
She immediately lowered her head and stood motionless by the roadside, begging Song Duan not to notice her.
However, her action made people suspicious, because she did not turn away from her body.
When the palace people saw Song Duan, they would turn sideways, otherwise it would be regarded as disrespectful.
Maybe He Ling was too nervous, so she Forget about turning sideways.
Song Duan's eyes were very good.
Through the light-colored curtain, he felt that this figure was somewhat familiar.
He squinted and tried to take a closer look.
The man immediately lowered his head and laughed.
It had been a long time since he had seen someone doing this with a guilty conscience and seeking death.
The people on the road.
Song Duan asked someone to stop the sedan, lifted the curtain with his long fingers, raised his chin slightly and glanced at her, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who is so bold?"
He Ling's heart tightened, his eyelashes trembled, and the injury on his shoulder seemed to hurt again.
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Song Duan could basically conclude that the person in front of him was the palace maid that day.
He wanted to laugh, but couldn't.
He got off the sedan chair, his gorgeous clothes fell to the ground, and his dark eyes stared at her.
Song Duan thought that this person was probably going to die in his own hands.
He showed mercy and spared her last time, but he bumped into her again so soon.
Song Duan lifted He Ling's chin with his fingertips, and two marks were made on her white and tender skin.
Song Duan's eyes became colder and colder.
He shouldn't let her go just because of the similarity between her eyebrows.
On the contrary, he wanted to get rid of her.
No one could be like the little girl he once doted on.
He Ling's face was as white as paper, and his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.
Song Duan put her chin down, took a few steps back, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his fingers, and said emotionlessly to Liu Jin behind him: "Kill him." gd1806102: