Fang Zhong was so angry that he kicked the guard who was lying beside him, and scolded: "All a bunch of food!! Take it back and chop it! Feed the dogs!!"

"Master National Master! This..." A guard stepped forward and pointed at He Ruobi, who was lying beside him, but still breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's going on? Why is this happening?" Fang Zhongsheng frowned.

"Reporting to the National Master, it seems that General Wang is poisoned, and the poisonous gas spreads to his internal organs and becomes like this." The guard reported.

"This is damn it!!" Fang Zhong gritted his teeth in anger, and finally let the guards carry He Ruobi back helplessly...

After three days of heavy rain, the plum blossoms in the yard only showed buds and were knocked down by the merciless heavy rain. Dugu Jialuo looked at the red plum blossoms scattered all over the ground mixed with mud, feeling a little distressed.

Dugu Jialuo remembers that Su Wei’s favorite flower was plum blossom.

Therefore, due to inertia, Dugu Jialuo planted four plum trees in the yard. The plum blossoms were not cold-resistant, but they stubbornly bloomed at the coldest time of the year. Every winter, Dugu Jialuo would set up a charcoal stove in the yard to keep the plum tree's torso warm and take good care of it for its blooming.

"A delicate thing like flowers must be served by people. If there is any mistake, it will not even be seen during the flowering period." As soon as winter begins, Dugu Jialuo likes to sit in the yard while admiring the plum blossoms, thinking about what Su Wei once said to her.

Dugu Jialuo has been a habit year after year, but this heavy rain as soon as winter begins to shatter Dugu Jialuo's persistence. Just like the man Dugu Jialuo met, she awakened her feelings that had been sealed for more than a hundred years, and was knocked to pieces together with the protection of being isolated from the world.

"Miss Gala, how is the injury of the emperor?" Wei Xiaokuan's question interrupted Dugu Jialuo's sadness towards the falling plum blossoms on the ground. Dugu Jialuo did not make any trouble to Wei Xiaokuan for three days. Hu Hai was shocked by Wei Xiaokuan's arrival, and Wei Xiaokuan was also angry at Hu Hai's downfall.

Wei Xiaokuan changed his clothes and changed into cloth clothes. His rough appearance made him look more like a woodcutter. He was holding a bandage that had just been replaced by Yang Jian from the wound, and a bit of black blood stain mixed with a large piece of herb that had been pounded.

"It's basically fine, but there are still some toxins in the body that are completely eradicated. If it is not excreted, the root cause of the disease will be left in the future."

Dugu Jialuo watched Wei Xiaokuan put the bandage into the stream in the rain and rinsed it. She found that although Wei Xiaokuan was a big man on the surface, he was still a little careful in doing things. "What was the person who hurt Yang Jian that day? The people from the court? Are Yang Su's subordinates? How could he use the hidden weapon that the people in the martial arts world are good at?"

Even military officers, most of them know only the skills of riding and shooting. The most powerful one is that they have extraordinary fighting ability like Wei Xiaokuan. People who are good at lithologies like Wu Jianzhang are extremely special who can lead troops to fight for officials. However, why do hidden weapons, such as decent people, use them in the eyes of decent people? Dugu Jialuo is puzzled.

"He Ruobi was General Annan in the previous dynasty. Although his official position and combat ability were not as good as Wu Jianzhang and I, his brave and warlike personality was among the best in the court. In addition, he was quite upright and generous, and he was respected by many people... Who knew he would become like this." Thinking that He Ruobi would use hidden weapons, Wei Xiaokuan was puzzled in all kinds of doubts.

Wei Xiaokuan wiped the rain on his face, wrung out the bandages that were still wet in his hands, and watched Dugu Jialuo sitting in the yard holding an oil paper umbrella, looking leisurely and leisurely watching the downpour of heavy rain Wei Xiaokuan felt even more helpless.

"Miss Gala, you are so leisurely. It's already winter. You, a weak woman, have the leisure to enjoy the rain!" Even though Wei Xiaokuan knew that Dugu Jialuo was not as fragile as he said, from the outside, Dugu Jialuo's gentle and indifferent appearance was indeed unbelievable that this woman was the one who picked up Wei Xiaokuan with her bare hands a few days ago.

Hearing Wei Xiaokuan say that, Dugu Jialuo raised his eyelids symbolically. Knowing that Wei Xiaokuan knew there were only a few information, he lost the interest in talking with him. Looking at the plum blossoms falling all over the ground, Dugu Jialuo sighed, as if he was lamenting something powerless to turn the world around.

But Dugu Jialuo forgot that the flowers bloomed and fell in the same age as before, and maybe the plum blossoms could bloom in this cold winter again next year.

Thinking of Su Wei always saying that everything has feelings, but the little red on this bald branch will not endure the wind and rain on the branches because of your pity, and it will last for a few more days before falling down. It is simply a bit chilling.

The more I thought about it, the more boring she felt, Dugu Jialuo took her umbrella and entered the house-

Inside Daxing City.

"It's simply a waste! You can't even catch someone. Isn't it safe to say? You're all drunk and talkative, but in the end you've let him run away!"

The man in the dragon robe in the imperial study room, who looked a little like Yang Jian, was furious and raised his feet to kick Fang Zhongsheng who was kneeling in front of him. Fang Zhongsheng was kicked aside by the man and vomited blood, but he still got up. He didn't even have time to wipe the blood next to his mouth, so he knelt in front of the man again.

After Yang Su knew that Yang Jian and Wei Xiaokuan were rescued by unknown women, she saw He Ruobi, who was brought back by the guards, was furious and ordered that all the guards who went to catch the people beheaded and throw their bodies out to feed the dogs.

"Emperor, the emperor, according to the guards, the woman who saved people knew magic tricks, so the empress..."

Before Fang Zhongsheng finished speaking, Yang Su raised her foot and kicked her again, cursing: "The magic trick? What kind of shit magic trick! Then you go and capture Wu Jianzhang? Can you catch it? Can you not? No matter what magic trick she knows, as long as she is a person, the white knife goes into the red knife and will die!!"

Fang Zhongsheng curled up on the ground and kept twitching, raised his hand to protect his head, and kept saying, "God, please spare me, please spare me."

Yang Su kicked several times, "Why aren't you like your father? Don't you beat me without any brains when I was born! Can't you find someone stronger than Wu Jianzhang to replace me with the monster-in-the-monster!"

"Yes, yes..." Fang Zhongsheng knelt down and nodded all the time. The blood on his face dripped on the blanket in the imperial study room, forming a small stall of blood. Fang Zhongsheng secretly hated that he could not close Yang Jian, and clenched his fists faintly.

After coming out of the imperial study room, Fang Zhongsheng thought of relaxing in the imperial garden, but unexpectedly he ran into Chen Xuanhua who was drinking tea in the pavilion. Seeing that he could not avoid it, Fang Zhongsheng had to come forward to pay his respects, "I have seen the Empress."

"Why are you here?" Chen Xuanhua remembered this cunning man. Seeing that his face was covered in blood at the moment, he couldn't help but wonder. As a dignified national teacher, he was afraid that there would be no one else except Yang Su. But since the last time he saw him, Yang Su trusted Fang Zhongsheng, there seemed to be no reason to beat him like this.

Fang Zhongsheng smiled bitterly and said, "I want to relax."

"Oh." Chen Xuanhua put down the celadon teacup in his hand, "Why are you so hurt? Have you ever seen the emperor?"

"Well, this injury was kicked by the emperor." Fang Zhongsheng lowered his head, and when he thought that it was all thanks to Yang Jian, he couldn't help but feel angry.

"What did you say?" Chen Xuanhua asked bluntly.

Hearing this, Fang Zhongsheng frowned vigilantly. With just a moment, Fang Zhongsheng smiled and said, "It's nothing, some trivial matters."

"What did the emperor kick you?" Chen Xuanhua was a little aggressive. She was the lady of the general's family and lived in the palace on weekdays, so she naturally did not understand the sinister hearts of people in the officialdom.

"The emperor asked the Weichen to do something, but unfortunately he was not doing it well and was punished." Seeing that Chen Xuanhua wanted to ask more, Fang Zhongsheng hurriedly said, "Empress, it's getting late, and I won't bother you to have a good mood, so I will leave."

Fang Zhongsheng's words stuck the question Chen Xuanhua wanted to ask in his throat. Seeing Fang Zhongsheng's departure back, Chen Xuanhua still felt a little unbearable, and finally called Fang Zhongsheng.

Fang Zhongsheng wondered why Chen Xuanhua suddenly called him again, and he felt a little unhappy but endured it.

Chen Xuanhua ordered people to bring the best Yunnan Baiyao and hand it over to Fang Zhongsheng: "This is for you. As a national teacher, the wound on your face will hinder Dayi."

Obviously he didn't expect Chen Xuanhua to do this. Fang Zhongsheng was a little surprised and took the medicine from Chen Xuanhua blankly and forgot to thank him.

As the mother of a country, Chen Xuanhua's scheming appearance made Fang Zhongsheng's heart turmoil secretly.

Back at the mansion, Fang Zhongsheng sat in his study and held the bottle of Yunnan Baiyao given by Chen Xuanhua just now. Thinking of his frown and smile when he first met her, Fang Zhongsheng's mouth unconsciously raised a shallow curve, and the candlelight swayed under the candlelight, and Fang Zhongsheng's usual sins were more like a Confucian scholar who missed his lover.

Put the medicine bottle close to the tip of your nose and smell it gently, as if the unique fragrance on the girl's body was still left between the porcelain bottles and mixed with the ointment of Yunnan Baiyao itself.

Chen Xuanhua's pure and clean temperament, which was not polluted by the struggles of concubines in the harem, was set against the backdrop of the phoenix robe that would never fit in, and made people want to touch and protect it.

What if she is the emperor's woman.

Thinking of this, the curve of Fang Zhongsheng's mouth became bitter. His hand holding Yunnan Baiyao Bottle tightened and gave up, as if he was trying to retain the unreachable dream in his heart.

Zhu Yan married another woman, and she was full of frown and smile.

When Yang Jian opened his eyes, the familiar beam in front of him seemed to have returned to the day when he was rescued by Dugu Jialuo.

Turning his head slightly, Hu Hai and Wei Xiaokuan, who were lying on the table, seemed to be taking a nap. There was no tea cup that was scattered with heat at the beginning on the table, and Yang Jian felt his throat was terrible.

"Water..." He tried hard to squeeze out a word and woke up the two people lying on the table. Seeing that Yang Jian woke up, Wei Xiaokuan was busy and handed it to Yang Jian. He left the house and called Dugu Jialuo, while Hu Hai half-kneeled beside the stone couch and asked Yang Jian with concern how he felt.

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