Chapter XII alienation

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date="2021-04-21"

title="Chapter XII alienation"

weight="128128"

series = ["Imperial Favour"]

mode = "manual"

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Although the doctor repeatedly assured the princess that she only had a fever and drank the medicine slowly, Tang Zhuozhao showed signs of waking up in the evening.

The room smelled of medicine and mixed with the soft smell of peppermint. Huoqiu sat on the soft bench not far from the bed, feeling like the breeze of the moon.

He was disturbed by the woman's delicate and fragrant body and the nonsense in her mouth, and his originally calm heart blew into the wind, causing ripples of unrest.

We have to stay away so that we can have a little peace of mind.

But even so, he could not help looking at the petite man on the bed.

Tang Zhuozhao's face is still a little hot, the palm-sized face is lined with long black hair, and the snow-white skin condenses fat under the candlelight, emitting the temptation of dry mouth.

Huoqiu's eyes were like an inkstone pool that had been overturned, in which there was no emotion, dangerous and depressed, except that it was too dark to melt.

Tang Zhuozhao was awakened by the rich juice, and the astringent bitterness spread from every inch of the tip of the tongue to the bottom of his heart, and then to the back of his back, with thin bumps on his forearms.

She finally opened her eyes and subconsciously tilted her head away from the jade spoon on her lips and teeth, and her eyelashes quivered a few times and looked at a pair of cold eyes.

Huo Qiu, dressed in a silver-rimmed robe, frowned and sat on the edge of the bed, clinging to the spoon she hated, and her cold face was covered with a familiar chill.

Tang Zhuozhao was a little sober in an instant.

"your Highness?"

She called softly, the voice of the exit was a little dry and dumb, but she could not hide the surprise in her voice.

Huoqiu looked down at her with a soft hum from her throat, full of innumerable mellow.

"take medicine." His bony long fingers held a small jade spoon, which was both clumsy and somewhat inconsistent.

Tang scorched his scalp and smiled at him with a flattering smile. "your Highness, I'll do it myself."

Huo Qiu glanced at her and handed the warm medicine bowl into her hand, touching the soft belly of her fingers, her body slightly stiff, and her eyes darkened.

The juice in the medicine bowl was full-bodied, and the taste smelled bitter. Tang Zhuozhao grasped the handle of the spoon, and the residual temperature of Huoqiu's fingers remained on it.

There was a sudden tremor in her heart.

In a previous life, he often fell ill in a cold palace, and he often fainted for a day when he was ill. Every time he woke up, the room smelled like this medicine.

She only thought that Anxia secretly got some medicine for her to drink, but she never thought that Anxia had such a great ability. People in the cold palace, who will care about your life or death?

Not to mention such a place of cannibalism in the palace.

Tang Zhuozhao took a deep breath, his hands were shaking slightly, and he was silently covered by her, and drank the bitter medicine juice in one mouthful.

A bright peach blossom noodle was suddenly tangled up, and at the bottom of her heart she wanted to ask Anxia to bring a plate of preserves, and because Huo Qiu had a cold face, she had to close her lips and close her eyes to swallow the bitterness.

Huoqiu looked at her secretly grinning expression, her eyes filled with a light smile, and the ice-like momentum all over her body disintegrated.

She had never shown such a vivid appearance in front of him.

When he finished drinking the medicine, Tang burned his eyes with tears. Anxia saw it beside him, and his head was so low that he could not hold a plate of preserves low.

That makes it easier.

Sure enough, the person has changed with the times. She has suffered much in the cold palace, but now lying on this soft bed, she feels bitter even with a bowl of medicine.

The attendants in the temple came in for a change of incense and opened a small window to breathe. The smell of medicine in the room dissipated a little, and the night came into the house with a little chill.

Tang Zhuozhao bowed his head, and his delicate fingers poked Jin out one or two small pits. The man sitting on the edge of the bed felt too strong. From her point of view, his fingers were slender and overlapped on the moonlight robe. The mint smell on his body was mixed with that in the temple, and she suddenly felt a little dizzy.

"your Highness. Is it time to eat? " Tang Zhuozhao looked out at the sky.

Huo Qiu picked her eyebrows. "I'll go back to the main hall later."

Tang Zhuozhao nodded gently, then pulled down his thin hair, revealing a corner of the elegant magnolia hairpin.

"is my concubine disturbing your Highness today?"

Huoqiu glanced lightly at her, stood up, and then sensed that Tang Zhaozhao finally relaxed and sank her eyes.

Why on earth did Tang Zhaozhao call his name when he was asleep, but when he woke up, he was so detached from his guard?

What was on her mind?

"No." He felt that the depression in his heart was entangled and wished he could directly ask the man on the bed, but he always held himself calmly and caressed the jade wrench on his finger, and his eyes were full of raging Blizzard.

"my concubine was born a little weak, so there is no need to worry, your Highness." She looked up, her eyes clear and sincere.

She naturally knew Huoqiu's concern for her, and every day she dreamed of him standing alone in the royal study caressing her portrait.

It's really hard to look at.

"since I knew I was in poor health, why didn't I drink the medicine on time?" His voice was as cold as an ice cellar in winter, his sword was wrinkled, and his eyes were full of anger.

Today, he caught the doctor for questioning and learned that she should have been fed with medicine, but today, the situation did not improve at all. When he asked the maid who waited on her again, he knew that she had not taken a sip of the medicine and had fallen under the trees in the courtyard.

He almost laughed angrily.

Tang Zhuozhao silently swallowed the words to his lips, and before the smile at the corner of his mouth opened, his chin was lifted by a cold hand and faced the man's tough black eyes.

"when you were burning up today, you were shouting the name of Gu."

Tang's pupils were burning and shrinking. From the day she was reborn, every night she dreamed was a desolate night in the palace. Huoqiu stood on the palace wall and looked at her.

Before she could figure out the words, Huoqiu took a step closer, her deep eyes moving from her delicate face, not without a trace of infatuation.

"Tang Zuozhuo, lonely know your nature, these days the song meaning to please, what do you want?"

His tone was indifferent and awe-inspiring, like a sharp sword, which tore open the camouflage on the surface, giving people nowhere to hide.

Tang Zhuozhao said something difficult, and Bai Nen's palm clasped it tightly: "concubine.". "

Before she had finished, Huoqiu loosened her jaw, smiled heavily, and her face was full of gloom: "when have you ever been a concubine in front of a lonely face?"

Tang Zhuozhuo dumb, she did not like Huoqiu, married into the East Palace is forced to be helpless, not even with a name to call him is good, where will a concubine call herself?

When he thought about it, did he get suspicious because his behavior was different from that in the past?

Seeing that she was silent, Huoqiu's chest heaved up and down with anger, and she was so disappointed and angry that he almost lost his mind.

It was such a person who held her in his heart and wanted to rub her into his body, but she looked indifferent.

Staying out of things like that, feelings like this are all his own business.

Well, it's really about him.

"Jiaojiao." Huoqiu was so angry that she pinched her slender waist and told her to fit her body so tightly that he finally had some comfort in his heart and sighed hoarsely.

Tang Zuozhu body is unbelievably stiff, apricot eyes stare round, nose is wrapped around his light fragrance, without the cold, the rest is only bends around the tenderness.

"would you mind being alone?" His hoarse voice seemed to be mocking and like the murmur of lovers, all of which lost his reserved and cold appearance above the court.

As soon as Tang Zuozhang's heart warmed up, the ghost did not overdo it, and he only felt a little hot in his eyes.

"apart from not taking medicine, I am used to being a worry-free person." She rubbed the tip of her nose and murmured so low that her little face crumpled up.