He Ling developed a fever in the middle of the night.
She was so dizzy that she sweated a lot.
Her whole back was soaked with sweat.
Zhao Junhan had someone change her clothes to avoid catching a cold, so he stayed there by himself.
By her bedside, he didn't feel at ease until her fever subsided in the middle of the night.
At this time, the sky was gradually getting brighter, and Zhao Junhan was not going to sleep.
He changed into court clothes and planned to go to court.
Zhao Shizong arrived in Beijing today.
If he traveled quickly, the two of them could meet at court this morning.
However, Zhao Junhan did not see Zhao Shizong when he went to court.
The ministers went to court with instructions and withdrew without instructions.
There were no major events in the court recently.
After retreating, Zhao Junhan heard that Zhao Shizong had arrived at Jing'anmen, but he had no time to see Zhao Shizong now.
Zhao Shizong was not favored when he was in power.
He was brave and resourceful but not ruthless enough.
Zhao Junhan understood early on that only by sitting in the highest position would he not be bullied.
Even if Zhao Shizong was good in every way, he would still compete with him.
Zhao Junhan was walking on the White Stone Palace Road when an attendant hurried over and whispered: "Your Highness, the little princess is crazy."
His eyes were cold, and he didn't have much sympathy in his heart.
It was just that the little princess was infatuated and was more or less troublesome to him.
"What's going on?"
"The fever persisted, and that night the man became stupid."
The attendant hesitated, "I heard that the governor seemed to have returned to the palace from the West Factory.
It was almost late at night, and I don't know who told the governor about this. , the governor didn’t say anything, and he didn’t even do anything obviously.”
"Go on."
"But that night, all the imperial doctors from the Imperial Hospital were summoned to Chang'an Palace.
The governor said that the emperor is ill and no one is allowed to leave until he recovers."
In other words, there is Song Duan's handiwork here.
Zhao Junhan frowned, "Go and check the relationship between Song Duantong and Ling."
This is not the first time, Song Duan is so unusual for He Ling.
The attendant nodded and bowed, "I understand."
Zhao Junhan suddenly waved his hand again, "Forget it, I don't need you, I have other plans."
Song Duan arranged a lot of spies around him, and he also had his own spies in Song Duan.
If Dafu hadn't come in time to report the news yesterday, He Ling would have died in the pool.
Thinking of this, Zhao Junhan's expression turned cold again.
Zhao Junhan had just returned, and He Ling had just woken up.
His head was still hurting, and he could only remember a rough idea of what happened yesterday.
He Ling got dressed and got up from the bed.
His steps were still weak and he almost fell to the ground.
Zhao Junhan had breakfast served, walked to her side, and touched her forehead.
The fever had completely subsided, and said softly: "Let's have some porridge."
He Ling had no taste in his mouth and his stomach was dry.
He was not polite to him, so he just started to drink porridge.
The salty preserved egg and lean meat porridge was very pleasant to drink, and He Ling drank two bowls in one go.
Zhao Junhan stopped her when she was about to serve the third bowl of porridge, and said in a helpless tone, "Don't overeat.
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If you get hungry later, eat some pastries."
He Ling put down his hand and asked casually: "How is the little princess?"
Although she was unconscious later, she still had some impressions of what Zhao Junhan did, and it was indeed something he did.
But the little princess is still a little princess after all.
Zhao Junhan paused for a moment, but decided to tell the truth.
Besides, if she really wanted to inquire, she couldn't hide this kind of thing.
"Crazy."
He Ling's fingers were cold and she couldn't be happy, but she didn't feel sad either.
The little princess kicked her hard.
"Oh, what a shame."
"He Ling."
He called her, his tone was slightly raised, his deep voice was deep and charming.
He Ling looked sideways at him and asked, "Well, what's wrong?"
His generous palm suddenly grasped her slender wrist.
When he looked at her, his eyes were so clear that they seemed to be able to see the bottom.
He said word by word: "In the future, your brother will come back to the palace to pick you up.
Follow your brother."
Go out of the palace."
He Ling was stunned and pointed at himself, "I can leave the palace."
Zhao Junhan sighed softly, "Yes."
The palace was really not suitable for her, and many times, he couldn't care about her.
He Ling curled her lips and smiled, her expression in high spirits.
Zhao Junhan felt depressed, this feeling was uncomfortable, and he always wanted to put her under his nose.
The intense emotion tore at his chest.
He suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.
His iron-like arms held her tightly.
He breathed heavily and asked, "He Ling, are you ever reluctant to let me go?"
"Even if I go out, we won't be able to see each other again, right?"
She just asked, but refused to answer the word "reluctant".
Zhao Junhan felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe smoothly.
In fact, he had always known that He Ling's feelings for him were nothing more than ordinary, a kind of dependence and nothing else.
The hot breath spraying between his lips and teeth blew into her ears, and he said, "But I can't let you go."
He Ling's body stiffened.
He said no more, just kept saying her name over and over again.
When Zhao Shizong rode through Jing'an Gate, the first person he saw was not Emperor Yuan, but his biological mother, Queen Qu.
There was a Buddhist hall in Queen Qu's bedroom.
When the palace attendants came in to report, the Queen was still kneeling on the futon and reciting sutras.
"Let him wait and I will come."
The queen opened her eyes, and there was no life in her plain and innocent eyes.
The purple-red robe was embroidered with blooming peonies, which was luxurious and gorgeous.
The Queen is not in good health and her face has always been sickly white.
I don't know if it is because her son has returned to Beijing, but now she looks pretty good.
The queen sat on the couch, and Zhao Shizong knelt down to salute.
"My son, I pay my respects to my mother."
"Get up, you've worked hard these past few months."
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Even if she had never seen it, she had heard about the dangers and harshness of the frontier.
Of course, her own son would feel distressed.
Zhao Shizong's face was cold and hard, perhaps because he had been fighting all year round, and there was a naturally cold aura about him.
When he pursed his lips and said nothing, he looked even more unapproachable.
There is a scar between Zhao Shizong's eyebrows.
It was scratched by a sharp knife.
It was only a few inches away from hurting his eye.
Although they are mother and son, the sense of alienation between the two cannot be erased.
The Queen couldn't say soft words to him, and she felt a little awkward.
She coughed twice and said, "Go bring two cups of tea."
Langpei was waiting in the outer hall.
After hearing the order, she immediately went to bring the brewed tea.
There were green tea leaves floating in the white jade teacup.
She lowered her head and put the teacup in Zhao Shizong's hand.
When she left, she reluctantly She's peripheral vision still fell on him.
Langpei hugged the tray and smiled lightly.
It was really him.
She finally saw him again.
This was not the first time she saw Zhao Shizong.
She had seen Zhao Shizong as early as a year ago, a man with a whip on horseback.
The man wore black armor, had a cold face, and had a unique smell on his body.
Lang Pei's home is in Aman City, a city with open folk customs.
Lang Pei's family background is not bad in Aman City.
On that racecourse, Lang Pei's brother lost to him.
She was still unconvinced at first. , most of them still don’t believe it.
It wasn't until later that she saw the man's majestic appearance on horseback with her own eyes, and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
Entering the palace was a last resort, but Lang Pei was always glad that he had the opportunity to get close to him.
Zhao Shizong seemed to have never changed and was always so heroic.
Zhao Shizong took a big sip of tea and frowned.
He didn't like drinking tea.
It was bitter and could not quench his thirst.
He didn't pay much attention to it during the march.
When he just stepped into the palace, he saw the maids brewing tea according to the steps.
This cup of tea.
"Now that you're back, don't send troops easily again.
You should understand what I'm talking about."
How could Zhao Shizong not understand?
He knew about his uncle and mother's ambitions and had no intention of stopping them.
"My son understands."
The queen also felt happy.
She had nothing in the harem except her name as queen.
Only her son was born well and raised well.
He could give her a good reputation.
The future of the Qu family also depended on this son. .
Emperor Yuan's dissatisfaction was already very obvious.
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That's why the elder brother couldn't wait and started to form cliques for personal gain.
In order to win over the courtiers, he even married his legitimate daughter to Chen Yanyan, the new top scholar.
"Have you ever been to your father's place?"
Zhao Shizong shook his head, "Never."
The queen expected this, "After you leave my place, you will go to your father to say hello.
You must not be careless now.
The third prince who suddenly popped up will be difficult to deal with."
Zhao Shizong had heard about his younger brother's reputation on the way, killing innocent people indiscriminately and following people's influence, which was always not a good reputation.
Such a person is not qualified to argue with him.
After leaving the Queen's Palace, Zhao Shizong was invited to Chang'an Palace.
Emperor Yuan first greeted him politely, and then started talking about business.
After only three sentences, Emperor Yuan asked Zhao Shizong for military power.
Zhao Shizong's heart was cold.
He would no longer be sad for a long time.
He was used to being treated coldly.
No matter who he was in this world, his cold-hearted father would not believe him.
He only believed in his own power.
As a result, the only 200,000 soldiers in Zhao Shizong's hands were taken back.
At the same time, He Ling got on the carriage leaving the palace.
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Sister Ling and I are finally leaving the palace I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep.
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