Chapter 321 The death of the harem

Chapter 221 [The death of the harem]

Stars are dotted, the moonlight is seductive, and in the quiet farm yard, under the sycamore tree that has not been counted for many years, a woman holds a flute and plays the melodious rhythm. She is dressed in a pink skirt, with cloud sleeves hanging on the ground, her long hair scattered on her shoulders, and her face is gorgeous and beautiful, but with a faint sadness. The jade feet were red, stepping on the yellow land, stained with a little mud.

Is she what they call an angel? Is the blood on her body the blood of heaven? The quadrennial full moon is the Mid-Autumn Festival, isn't it? Now, there is less than a year left. Are you leaving? Is it to stay? Her heart was full of wandering and confusion. Jing Li stopped the sound of the flute, couldn't help sighing, took out the colorful moon jade and the moon stone, and looked at it carefully! Qing'er and her harem concubines, it's really hard for her to give up.

Another low sigh. Jing Li closed her eyes and looked up at the sky. She worked hard to find the great wizard and got everything she wanted to know, but in her heart, it was not better because of it. She returned to Jing. When she had such thoughts, she had made this decision secretly. , put away the flute, and she turned around...

"You... why are you here? Why don't you sleep?" Looking at Zhou Zhichao with a sad face in front of her in surprise, she was a little guilty. Zhou Zhichao looked at her and took a step forward without saying anything and hugged Jing Li. His strength was really strong, as if he would hug her with all his strength. His steel pliers-like hand clasped her waist and pulled her towards him. He bent down his head and eagerly searched for her lips.

"Zhi Chao!" With a slight low call of resistance, there is a feeling of pity in the words. Zhou Zhichao ignored her and just kissed her, almost like a bite. Then his hands reached into her clothes and held her roundness. The strong kiss turned to her neck. Jing Li was a little emotional, closed his eyes slightly, and lost his breathing frequency.

"Don't leave, don't leave me... Don't leave, please... please." The almost choking sound reached Jing Li's ears little by little. Her body suddenly shook. She suddenly opened her eyes and pushed Zhou Zhichao away. Her puzzled and inquiring eyes met his eyes. His eyes were red, and his lips trembled gently in the moonlight. He looked into her eyes, and the meaning of pleading was very Thick.

"Who told you that I'm leaving? Do you mean going back to Jingguo? I really want to leave. I'll leave tomorrow. He looked away from him without looking at his eyes that seemed to have insight into everything. Zhou Zhichao trembled his fingers, stroked Jing Li's hair, and held her in his arms again. This time, Jing Li did not push him away. He calmly leaned in his arms, and his heart was slightly sour.

"Your Majesty, can you tell my concubine, do you want to go back to the past with the colorful moon jade and the moon stone?" The low voice with unconcealed panic and sadness made the sound hit Jing Li's heart like ice beads. Her breath suffocated, hugged him tightly with her backhand, and did not answer his words. Zhou Zhichao felt a little desperate and couldn't help muttering, "What should we do if you leave?" If we can't be with you in this life, how happy will we be?

"Zhi Chao!" Jing Li's heart softened. He couldn't bear his sadness so much. He could only suppress the sourness of his heart. He raised his eyes and gave him a bright smile and said, "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

"Really?" Zhou Zhichao's eyes were full of ecstasy. He stretched out his hand and held her hand tightly. He asked a few words urgently. Jing Li couldn't help laughing and said, "Of course it's true. If I say I won't leave you, I won't leave you. Good boy, don't think so much. It's like a life-and-death separation. We'll go back tomorrow. At that time. Our family can be reunited again."

"That's great..." Zhou Zhichao muttered in a low voice, stretched out his hand to hold Jing Li in his arms, and looked at the bright moon in the sky. Jing Li was rarely so well-behaved and quiet. She closed her eyes, ignored the pain in her heart, and secretly sighed in her heart.

She won't leave, she won't leave for the time being, and this promise is only valid for half a year. Thinking of his sadness in the future, Jing Li couldn't help but close to him. Her body was petite and against his chin. She raised her head mischievously, opened her mouth and gently bit his beautiful chin, and her hands began to carescortly. With his body, Zhou Zhichao's breathing was a little unstable. He lowered his head and smiled at her narrowly. He was slightly astringent, but the next moment, Jing Li's feet suddenly left the ground, and then he was carried into the room by Zhou Zhichao.

Under the moonlight, he regained his composure. He was so calm that he thought that there were only two of them in such a beautiful moonlight, but when he looked closely, it was not difficult to find that on the top of the hut, there was a cold man with a mask sitting. He looked calmly at everything under the room, but the pain in his heart surged.

"Are you sad again?" A voice with a helpless voice legend, and then he felt someone approaching. When he turned around, Feiyan had sat beside him alone, holding her chin and looking at the full moon in the sky and said, "Alas, the moon is round, people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has no choice, but can people? You are also a piece of wood. You know it will be uncomfortable to see it. Why are you still staring at it?

Without saying a word, she looked at her with her face. Feiyan, who looked at it with dark eyes, felt a pain in her heart. The silence in her eyes made her heartbroken, but can she take back what she just said? Because in the lonely eyes of a knife, the reflection is as sad as him. If you say that people are like this, why not yourself?

"Why haven't you slept yet?" A whisper was like breaking the magic dream of Feiyan. She immediately shook her head and tried her best to recover her mood. Then she said jokingly, "I'm going to sleep. Who can sleep with the emperor's desolate flute? Fortunately, you are not the only sad person. At least someone is with you.

She whispered lonelyly. Feiyan's words brought a long-term gaze, as if she had seen through her mind. Feiyan's heart suddenly jumped wildly. She moved her body at a loss and smiled awkwardly and said, "Hey, what kind of look are you? I'm with you, but my heart is not with you. You're talking about her, you see..."

Looking in the direction pointed by Feiyan, she saw a figure shrinking in the corner of the courtyard. She curled up there, with a feeling of sadness all over her body. She often moved at night with a knife, and her eyesight was also excellent. She could recognize the man with only one glance. The man was unexpectedly sunny. Looking at her like this with a knife, there was no cold in the day. Love, and compared with this meeting, she is much quieter and hardly likes to talk, as if she wants to hide into a place in the crowd that others can't see.

A knife was thinking, but Fei Yan jumped to Wan Qing's side and said with hip-hop, "Miss Wan Qing, what's wrong with you? But I'm not feeling well?"

"What a good pretend!" A knife couldn't help rolling her eyes behind her, and then jumped down and came to Wan Qing's side. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the small sound in the room. Although the voice is low, it cuts everyone's hearts like a knife. Wan Qing did not speak, but just turned her face to one side. Feiyan did not get a response. A little dissatisfied, she reached out and poked her arm and said, "Hey, you are sad for your master..."

Wan Qing suddenly stopped. She knew the station of Wan Qing and Hongyan. She didn't have to think about it. She really didn't open the pot. She couldn't help smiling awkwardly and touching her hair and said, "Well, I just guessed. I know you're definitely not for this."

"Even if it's for the sake? The master will never forgive me for the rest of my life!" Wan Qing's empty voice came, just like her eyes, empty, numb and godless. With deep sadness and desolation.

One sentence blocked the mouths of the two people, and the three fell into silence again. For a long time, Feiyan looked at the silver-white crescent moon and said faintly, "Love, love is empty, if you are born, no one can escape a word of love."

Both of them are shocked and empty! My heart is empty. Who can escape? Even if he escapes, he is an unintentional person! Unintentional, empty love... A little sadness dispersed in the eyes of the three people.

The next day...

The sun was shining brightly. Under the wall at the gate, Emperor Qi and Jing Li stood opposite each other, and said reluctantly in his eyes, "Sister, are you really leaving?"

"There will be a farewell farewell to you for thousands of miles. We have sung this farewell play several times, and it is also the time to say goodbye. This time, Daqi, let the relationship between Jing and Qi be linked again. I feel very at ease. Let me say a few more words. Sister, don't forget what you promised your sister."

Emperor Qi smiled and nodded solemnly and said seriously, "Wenbo is your only brother. How can I kill him? Whether I catch him or not in the future, I will not hurt him. I will definitely send it to Dajing State according to my words. I will do what I say.

It seemed to find the domineering of the emperor many years ago. Emperor Qi patted his chest boldly to answer this matter. At this time, Qi Shang next to her came forward, took a box from the hand of the palace man, and handed it to Jing Li's side and said, "Your Majesty Jing, thank you very much! You are the person I admire in my heart. Under your leadership, Dajing will definitely prosper day by day. This is the pink pearls produced in the East China Sea, one for a hundred years. At that time, when His Royal Highness the Prince of Jing was full moon, our emperor could not be present in person. This pearl was given to her as a souvenir to keep her safe.

Qi Shang said that he did not forget to open the brocade box in his hand. A touch of soft pink light shook everyone's eyes. Looking carefully, the pink beads were fine and smooth, and it was a rare top grade. Jing Li was not polite. She smiled and nodded. Cheng Yan on the side immediately went to the previous generation to accept it. At this time, Emperor Qi's eyes turned to Yu Mo, who was sitting in the soft sedan chair. She stepped forward and looked at him in a daze. There were tears in the eyes of both sister and brother. Finally, Yu Mo choked and said, "Sister, take care of yourself. "

This is the sentence of the royal sister, which aroused the infinite sadness of Emperor Qi. She stretched out her hand and hugged Yu Mo tightly, and then reluctantly told in his ear, "Marrying his wife is an adult. Emperor Jing is a very good person. You must serve him as much as you can. Make your own efforts for the peace of our two countries, you know?"

"Uh-huh..." Yu Mo nodded desperately with tears. Looking at his sad appearance, Jing Li couldn't bear it. She walked over and held Yu Mo in her arms and said, "Sister, don't worry, I will treat her well. I'm also a little tired. Just accompany Yu Mo to make a carriage and go back to Dajing."

With Jing Li's words, Cheng Yan immediately shouted, "Get up and drive back to China!"

Then the sound of horses' hoofs, the sound of queuing and footsteps all sounded together. Yu Mo looked deeply at Emperor Qi, and then pinned his face to Jing Li's arms and cried sadly. Jing Li didn't say anything, just holding him, and then stretched out his hand to lift the car curtain. The curtain floated down and separated the eyes of the pedestrians. The carriage shook and began to walk forward.

"Your Majesty, you will take Yu Mo to see the royal sister in the future, right?" Yu Mo's muffled voice came from Jing Li's arms. Jing Li nodded silently and patted him on the back. Because Yu Mo was seriously injured, it was a problem for him to stand now. His waist basically had no strength, and he couldn't even squat. Jing Li was worried that his injury had hurt God, and he also felt sorry for him before. Everything.

The car walked forward little by little, and there was silence in the carriage. Jing Li was thinking about his own things. Yu Mo didn't get a response, and he closed his eyes slightly. Then he quickly fell asleep. He was speechless all the way. All the people were tacit and desperately rushed to the road...

Jing Guo!

In the Medical Palace! Mo Yan still hoeed the grass with mud in his hands, and the voice that kept talking around him every day came from not far away from the other courtyard: "Little Lord, little Lord... Little Lord..."

"Here it is!" Being upset, Mo Yan stood up from Gao Zhu's herbs. As soon as Linglong saw him, his little face was immediately full of light vegetables. She ran to Mo Yan's side in three or two steps and said sadly, "Little master, why are you weeding again? Didn't you say that? Your injured hand is very weak and you can't work hard at all. How long will it take for you to hoe grass like this?

"It's been a few months. It's okay." Mo Yan answered faintly, and then squatted down, as if there was no one around him. He hoeed the grass leisurely. Linglong couldn't help it. He reached out and grabbed Mo Yan's shovel and said angrily, "If the little master wants to clear the grass here, just let the maidservant come!" When the emperor left, he repeatedly asked Linglong to take good care of the little masters. You and the little master of Jingfei, one kept doing work, and one person practiced martial arts desperately, as if there was endless energy in your body. If the emperor knew this, how could he do it?

Hearing Linglong mention the woman who made him sad, Mo Yan's eyes darkened slightly. He lowered his head and did not stop Linglong's movements, but his people were not staying there, but stood up to go to the stream to wash his hands. Maybe he had been squatting for too long, and he suddenly felt dizzy. There was darkness in front of him, and his whole head was full of footsteps. Before he was still conscious, he only heard an exclamation, and a pair of panicked hands grasped him tightly. He subconsciously held the hand to stabilize himself, but in vain, he still fell into boundless darkness.

The emperor was not in the palace, and everything was taken care of by Concubine Jing. When he heard the words from the maidservants, he hurriedly rushed to the Medical Palace with the child in his arms. At this time, Linglong had been sitting at the head of his bedside and crying, and he kept wiping his forehead with a wet brocade in his hand. The imperial doctor in the house kept matching medicine for him. As soon as Concubine Jing arrived, all the people hurriedly knelt down and saluted. They sat at the head of the bed, only looking at Mo Yan, but they didn't know that Jing Feng was coming at all.

"Linglong, what the hell is going on?" She frowned and looked at the white man lying down. After a few days, she didn't see him seem to be thin again. Jing Feng's voice was not loud, but she also pulled back the exquisite thoughts. She immediately jumped up, saluted Concubine Jing, and said in a panic, "I don't know. The doctors said that his body is too weak. Don't It's nothing, but no one knows why he has a high fever and fainted.

"Who else was in front of him when he fainted?" Concubine Jing handed Qinger to the wet nurse next to her. He also sat sideways in front of the bed and reached out to touch Mo Yan's forehead. His hot temperature made his eyebrows frown. He turned away. He said coldly, "Doctors, what's wrong with the body of the medical concubine?"

"This..." The imperial doctors looked at each other, and no one dared to answer. Jing Feng stood up and roared, "You are the imperial doctors of the palace. You can't even find out what the little master has. What's the use of you? If the emperor comes back and knows about this matter, do you still have any life?

All the imperial doctors who roared in one sentence knelt on the ground, and the leading imperial doctor trembled slightly and said, "In the words of the little master, the medical concubine is noble. Naturally, he knows what problems he has, but we have indeed carefully diagnosed. His body is fine, but his body is extremely weak, and he The wrist was injured and blocked the blood all over the body. I'm afraid it's the fainting caused by the blood. When the ministers prescribe some medicine to promote blood, it will naturally be fine.

Seeing what the imperial doctors said to be careful, the fear in her eyes was not fake. Concubine Jing had to wave her hand impatiently and let them all retreat. He walked back to Mo Yan's side, reached out and grabbed one of his wrists and put his sleeves up!

"How...how can it be!" The shocking scar in front of him entered Jing Feng's eyes. The wound was on the vein door. Anyone who knew that if the vein door was injured, it would almost shed all the blood of his body. However, he was in the deep palace, and the wound was still pink. At first glance, it was a new wound. Who would hurt him so much? Isn't it kill him?

A wave of anger rose from Jing Feng's chest. He walked back and forth, turned his head and looked at Linglong, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said, "How did the little master get hurt? How do you protect him? If the emperor comes back, I will see how you will make it to the emperor.

Linglong's body was stunned and raised his face. His eyes were full of worries, and his face was also full of tears. What a deep sadness it was. Jing Feng swallowed the cruel words in his mouth, but Linglong got out of control because of his words and roared fiercely, "That wound was forced by the emperor!"

"What did you say?" Jing Feng was shocked. Obviously, he had not understood Linglong's words. Linglong reached out and wiped the tears on her face randomly. She said angrily, "At the beginning... Mr. Tianyi was seriously injured and poisoned again. He was simply a person who was going to die. The coexistence of wounds and poison made it difficult for him live for a moment, but everyone knew the doctor. Zi is a magic doctor. Everyone takes it for granted that he can cure all diseases, and no one can allow him to die. At that time, the emperor also... forced him to save the son of Tianyi and said cruel words to him... In desperation, the doctor's master cut his own veins and detoxified the son of Tianyi with his own blood. How could this save people? What is saving people? This is obviously a life for a life. The life of that day's clothes is valuable. Is our doctor's life cheap?