[69 Book Bar-WWW.69 SHAU.COM] In the late night, a black shadow stood in front of the bed.

“Say it,”

Chu Xiaoyin was in the dark, and his face was difficult to tell. "When I returned to the emperor, the assassin committed suicide when he failed, and there were no suspicious clues left on him."

Silent, suppressing the suffocating silence.

Chongmo suddenly snorted, "I'm so brave, I dare to attack Concubine Li."

"Your Majesty, Concubine Li is safe now. The most important thing is to find a way to resolve the toxins in your body." Chu Xiao couldn't help it. It was time for this. The emperor was still focused on pursuing the murderer. It was obvious that finding a way to get the antidote to silkworm poison was the most important thing.

In the dark and dull night, Chongmo accurately captured the disgust that flashed across his face, and said to him: "Remember, she is also your master."

"Yes," although he was unwilling to do so, Chu Xiao would never disobey his orders.

Chongmo was satisfied and relaxed his breath, "Okay, you can find a way to investigate and focus on the people in the palace. If you have the ability to bribe the dead soldiers, you will definitely be rich in your family."

"What does the emperor mean?" Chu Xiao was stunned. The emperor actually thought it was done by the master in the harem. Is this possible?

"You can't be wrong. Women's thoughts should never be underestimated, and their cruelty is even more shocking." Chongmo said with a sigh.

Chu Xiao thought for a moment and thought of the women who died tragically in the palace, he believed it a little.

"Yes, I will start doing it now, but, the emperor's poison?" He always cared about the poison on the emperor's body. Temporary suppression could not last long. Moreover, the emperor's left hand was affected by this and could not move freely, which was really bad.

Chongmo's face was hidden in the darkness and looked at him indifferently.

I just heard his lazy voice ringing in my ears, "It's okay, I will never die for a while."

"Emperor!" Chu Xiao was anxious.

"Okay, step back, I'm tired."

Chu Xiao didn't dare to say anything else and retreated silently.

When he walked out of the tent, he stood for a while, turned his head and looked at the tent with candlelight on the left, his eyes dark.

Along the tent, Jing Su sat on the bed, looking gloomy, and Yao Xi and Li Mo looked at her worriedly.

"Empress, it's night."

Yao Xi said carefully.

Jing Su seemed to have not heard of it, and still stared blankly at the ground.

Limotian knew her nature and had always been buried in her heart. She had never understood the master's thoughts. She was sad and didn't know what to do.

Yao Xi was meticulous and knew that with her nature, she actually stayed in the emperor's bed for a day and a night. She thought that the assassination of the emperor was not simple, so she wanted to ask.

There was a voice outside the curtain, "I was ordered to send Empress Li's clothes."

Yao Xi was stunned. How could anyone send clothes in the middle of the night? After looking at Concubine Li, she saw that she was unmoved, so she lifted the curtain and stood a figure outside, with her head hanging down very low, holding up the folded clothes with both hands, and said respectfully: "I am ordered to bring the washed clothes."

Yao Xi looked at her suspiciously. The night was too dark, and she lowered her head and couldn't see her face clearly. She refused to answer and asked, "What's your name? Why did you send it here so late?"

The maid did not see any panic and replied calmly: "It's all my fault for Aunt Yaoxi's words. I'm slow to deal with it, so I'm delayed."

Yao Xi reached out and picked it up. With the little hazy moonlight, she looked at the plain long skirt that her master used to wear, and took it suspiciously and brought it into the tent.

When Li Mo saw him, he came over to see him and said, "Hey," "This seems not the Empress's clothes," he flipped through his hands, then spread it and looked around in his hand. With a trembling, a thin piece of paper fell out.

Yao Xi's eyes were sharp-eyed and quickly picked it up. Without looking at it, she presented it to Jingsu, "Empress, there is a note hidden in this dress."

Jing Su Si suddenly came to her senses, stared at her in a daze, took the note and opened it.

"Be careful of Concubine Yun."

What is this? I passed such a note to her at such an instant. Could it be that what did Guipin Yun do?

Or, someone took the opportunity to provoke?

Jing Su thought about it carefully, but couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he folded the note and handed it to Yao Xi again, "burned."

Yao Xi nodded silently and walked to the candlestick to melt the paper.

Just a faint candlelight in the tent, Jing Su looked at Yao Xi and Li Mo in a deep voice, sighed silently in his heart, and said, "Forget it, the less you know in this palace, the better. I don't want you to know many things, regardless of whether you understand or not, in short, I am for your own good."

Yao Xi and Li Mo looked at each other and replied in unison: "I understand."

"Well, it's getting late, so you can rest too. I'll get up early tomorrow to rush back to the palace."

As they were talking, the three of them were preparing to go to bed and there was another movement outside the door.

This time, it was Mansheng.

"I was ordered by the slave and asked Empress Li to go to the imperial camp." I don't know if it was an illusion, but Yao Xi always felt that Man Sheng was becoming more and more respectful to his master. Even when he was delivering the imperial edict, he also had a sense of respect that could not be ignored in his tone.

Jing Su stood up without any hesitation and ordered: "You guys should go to bed." He lifted the curtain and went out.

Man Sheng carried the lantern in front of him, and he arrived after a striking effort. "Your Majesty Li has arrived."

"Come in,"

Man Sheng respectfully put a curtain for her, but he didn't go in.

There was only a candlelight in the tent, and it was a little dark. Jing Su stood at the door, seemingly hesitating.

Chongmo leaned halfway on the bed, looked at her with his head tilted, his eyes ignorantly expectant, but his lips tightened and he was stubborn and did not speak.

Stalemate...

Jing Su understood his intention a little, probably hoping that she could take the initiative to walk over.

She gritted her teeth, made a move and took a step.

The candlelight shines on the smile that radiates in Chongmo's eyes, and his eyes are burning.

Jing Su lowered his head, avoided it, stopped three steps away, and his eyes fell on his chest.

"It's late at night, it's time for you to rest."

Chongmo smiled and stretched out his hand to her, "Come here,"

Jing Su's whole body trembled, and the slender hand with clear joints came into view.

She remembered that in that rain of swords and swords, it was such a hand that always firmly held her beside her. It was this hand that held her hand tightly for the long and tormented day and night.

My heart felt soft and I slowly stretched out my hand.

Chongmo could not wait for so long. Seeing her hand moving, he immediately leaned over and grabbed her, grabbed her hand, and brought her into his arms.

"Your injury?"

Jingsu exclaimed, trying to avoid his wounds.

"Do not move."

Chongmo's intact right arm locked her firmly, lowered his head and whispered, "I just want to hold you like this, don't move."

Jing Su's heart trembled and he didn't struggle anymore.

He sacrificed his life to save your life, Jingsu, you should repay him.

那样温暖的一夜.
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