The rustling wind is hard to capture my heart, and my heart is filled with tears of pain from ten miles of red makeup.

Whoever throws the red beans and burns them will easily break the threads of three thousand worries.

We are acquainted by fate but not by companions, but our love is shallow.

Looking back at the moment, I briefly tried the dust.

A journey of mountains and rivers, a journey of chaos.

At this moment, if she moved her body, the wound would hurt slightly.

For some reason, this scene reminded her of him. Every time he was injured and fell ill on the bed, unable to move, it turned out to be so uncomfortable.

Even when she coughed slightly, she didn't dare to exert any force.

Seeing Zi Ling coming to deliver the medicine, the bitter taste lingered on the tip of her nose, and her brows furrowed.

"Zi Ling, what message did the emperor leave behind when he sent me back?" She just wanted to know,

Hearing this, Ziling stopped taking the medicine in her hand and deliberately concealed the fact that the emperor had been accompanying the empress to wake up. She looked at each other, fearing that any evasive glances would be noticed by her. She smiled lightly to cover up the lies in her heart: "Your Majesty.

He ordered the two of us to wipe the body of the empress, change her clothes, and apply medicine. I have no further instructions."

"Really?" There was a lot of helplessness in the indifference.

With the candied fruit in his mouth, he endured the pungent taste of the bitter medicine and drank it one sip after another.

Seeing the empress drink it, she felt at peace in her heart. She gently adjusted the cushion for the empress, and smiled lightly with an easy-going smile on her face: "If the empress wants to see the emperor, she should take good care of herself first. The emperor may not feel like this after seeing him.

Worried."

Worried?

When he was thrown into jail without any evidence, did he ever have any real worries?

When she was whipped by the queen, he was there again.

At that moment, I wished he could show up.

Murong Haochen, you said you would protect me, and this is how you treat me?

Your love is too luxurious.

Seeing the contemplative look of the empress, he woke up softly: "Empress, what are you thinking about?"

He raised the corners of his lips in a half-smile, shook his head slightly, and sighed: "Actually, it's nothing."

For her, the more she thought about it, all the things were pushed together, like silk threads entangled together, unable to be untied one by one, and could only be cut with scissors.

"While in prison, I kept thinking about who was responsible for the poison." Her brows suddenly frowned, and she had no clue about this matter.

The emperor was indeed right. The more she worried about something, the less she could rest in peace and cultivate herself. In order to hide the facts, she could only choose to deceive. To soothe her anxious mood: "I'd better not think too much about it, I'll leave this matter to you."

Just let me take care of it. Your Majesty, just rest in peace and cultivate yourself."

Wanyue smiled, tilted her head and looked at her like this. She always felt that she was hiding something. She didn't want to tell the truth, she didn't know the reason, and she didn't want to know too much.

"Looking at how confident you are, you must know something."

"I know something, but I don't want to tell you until I find the evidence." Only with these words could Zi Ling truly convince her.

Before finding the murderer, Zi Ling didn't want her happiness to be in vain.

If she is always kind-hearted, she will definitely suffer.

Even if she made a serious mistake once, she would reflect on her mistake and never do it again. She could not betray the emperor's trust in her, and she would do her best to help the empress.

"You are meticulous in your work, so I will trust you. Don't be too impulsive on the way." Reach out and hold her calloused hands. How can a girl's hands be so rough? Every time I see her, I feel at ease.

many.

For an instant, Ye Yilan felt a little scared, an indescribable feeling. He held her hand tightly, and a trembling voice came out: "Zi Ling, I'm a little scared."

Zi Ling didn't know what the empress was afraid of, so she made a smart guess: "Is the empress worried about the murderer and has fled the palace?"

Shaking his head, his whole body was limp and his voice was extremely weak: "I'm worried that even if the murderer is found, who will believe me."

"Your Majesty, please don't worry about this. Everything is..." Zi Ling subconsciously closed her mouth. At this time, she could not say the word "Emperor". She softened a little and continued. "The slave wanted to say, even if everyone

Even if you don’t believe it, we have always believed in you.”

letter?

As soon as this incident came out, I don't know how many people looked at me with strange eyes.

Presumably, the news has reached my brother's ears. I don't know if he is worried or what his father thinks.

She had not seen her father once in the month she had been in the palace, fearing that he would be a little older when she met.

Now, with her appearance like this, who would pity her.

I don't know how long it will take for the whip marks to fade.

"Your Majesty, the anti-coagulant powder left by Dr. Xiao will eliminate the whip marks on your body. There is no need to worry, Your Majesty."

At first, Zi Ling was really frightened when she saw the whip marks.

How can a delicate and alluring face leave any scars? This is the most precious thing in a woman's life.

"Zi Ling, since I left this whip mark, I have never seen my face like this."

For Zi Ling, this scar will always be seen, so it is better to take a look at it so that she can be prepared.

The mirror Zi Ling gave her was kept on her chest, and her beating heart could not stop.

She was afraid, afraid of seeing her ugly appearance.

She mustered up the courage and turned her face away. Although the scars reflected on her eyelids were not very deep, she still cared. If it were not a whip but a sharp sword, she could not imagine what would happen to her at this moment.

He laughed at himself: "I never cherished the past, but now I care about it."

She just wanted to know what Murong Haochen was thinking. He must have seen this scar before.

I hope he doesn't pay attention to appearance like the men in the world.

Murong Haochen, what kind of person are you?

"My Majesty, you have to believe in Dr. Xiao's medical skills, and he will be able to restore my appearance to the original."

"It's just a whip mark. It will probably leave no scar."

But the more she comforted herself, the heavier her heart became.

Looking at myself in the mirror, why should I feel inferior because of this injury?

The corner of her mouth raised that *** smile, she was smiling to herself.

"Your Majesty finally smiled. I wonder what Zi Ling said to her that made her smile so heartily?"

Caifeng had just come to check on her condition, and she felt relieved when she saw her smiling.

It is true that the emperor has been taking care of the empress. I believe that the emperor who is standing outside the door at this moment can see the empress's smile with his own eyes and leave safely.

Zi Ling deliberately lowered her voice and said seriously: "I don't dare to ask for credit. It's because the empress has looked away, so she will naturally feel better."

Seeing the two of them, how could Ye Yilan not smile? She pursed her lips and secretly smiled and said: "You two have such clever mouths, but you two made me laugh even if you didn't look away."

A smile just makes you gradually forget your worries.

Erxiao, it was really the two of them singing in harmony, and she knew every move they made. Without them, maybe she wouldn't know what to do.

The smile at the corner of his mouth gradually faded. His dark eyes turned into resentment.

Who is it, the dream that stirs up nightmares?

Who is it that secretly enters the dreamland?

Who is it that made the oath?

The mournful red that fell to the ground was just a faint speck of dust.

The night falls and dawn is cold, and the moon shines brightly.

The wind and splendor are fading slightly, and one inch of longing has come to an end.

A dream returns to the past, wasted years spent admiring each other in tears.

The shadow of the candle slants across the face, and you feel pity for me and your heart longs for you.

A dark shadow stepped lightly into the dormitory. His figure was dotted with candlelight, and he approached very slowly step by step.

The gauze curtain was lifted, and the dim light from the candlelight shone on her face. Her fair and tender face was as delicate as the stamens of a newly opened flower.

The warm hand caressed her cheek gently, and her eyes exuded a trace of tenderness and sweetness.

With a shallow consciousness, he could feel the hot lips emblazoned on the whip mark.

Slowly opening his eyes, a person leaned over him.

From the corner of his eye, he could detect that she had just woken up. He adjusted his chaotic thoughts and said in a cold voice as if nothing had happened: "If it were another man, would you still be so calm?"

She was calm and composed, but she kept staring at him, her vision gradually blurred by the tears. His face was also covered by the haze, disappearing from her clear eyes.

As soon as I moved my eyelids, the overflowing tears could not stop falling slowly.
To be continued...