The strong emotion of being played and used rushed into his heart. Zhou Luoyu's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and his body trembled, as if he was ready to rush over and strangle someone to death!
Therefore, when he thought that the other party had nothing to do and was seeking punishment, it was clearly because of his own overthinking.
Above the main hall, Zhou Luoyu shook his sleeves violently. He didn't need to act this time, but he also showed his complete displeasure and reluctance.
A hint of smile flashed in Qi Yan's eyes, his gaze passed over Zhou Luoyu and stopped on the Holy Master.
Sure enough, when the Holy Master saw Zhou Luoyu's expression, he became even more convinced of what he saw.
"Qi Yan, get up quickly, your body is covered in scars and you have been kneeling for so long, which is detrimental to your recovery."
Qi Yan lowered his eyes, bowed solemnly, and then stood up.
It seemed that his legs were numb after kneeling for a long time. When he got up, he pulled the wound and his figure swayed slightly.
Such a "vulnerable" appearance caused a dark light to flash through the eyes of the Holy Lord who was paying attention to his condition.
It was clear that he had endless malicious calculations in his heart, but on the surface, the Holy Sage pretended to be caring, until Zhou Luoyu felt awkward when hearing his caring words, and even more unhappy, it was already reflected on his face and he couldn't suppress it.
Live and then stop.
"The reward will be sent directly to the Qi Mansion later. If you are injured, ask Dr. Fang to diagnose and treat you, and then go back to the manor."
Qi Yan raised his eyebrows and rejected the Holy Lord's kindness.
A drop of cold sweat fell from Dr. Fang's forehead. He thought to himself, "Look at what's going on. Why bother to disobey the Holy One in public!"
Anyway, he was already helping that girl Ling Yutong, how could he expose the hurt that he didn't want the Holy Lord to know?
Sure enough, the Holy Emperor's face darkened slightly.
The atmosphere in the palace was about to turn into a stalemate. A young eunuch hurriedly ran beside Mr. Xi Luck and whispered something in his ear. He immediately whispered something.
"Your Majesty, Miss Ling is waiting outside. She must be here for Mr. Qi."
After hearing this, the Holy Master's face became a little better.
However, what he paid attention to was not Ling Yutong, but...
"She's here. Is the queen's condition stable?"
The Holy Master's tone was a little urgent, but the Queen's figure was still hovering in his heart, the look of her heartbeat when she was young. The bright red color spitting out from her mouth really made him panic.
Eunuch Xi Luck lowered his head: "It must have been stabilized, otherwise Miss Ling would not have come here without any scruples."
When the Holy Emperor heard this, he raised his hand and said, "In that case, Xuan Ling Yutong goes to the palace."
Qi Yan's eyelashes trembled. The palace door behind him was opened and familiar footsteps were heard. He subconsciously turned his head and looked over. Ling Yutong did not squint and saluted gracefully.
"Your Majesty, the Queen has woken up and is in good health. She just needs more rest."
The Holy Master breathed a sigh of relief and immediately wanted to get up and go to the Queen's Palace. He was halfway up when he suddenly remembered that Concubine Xian was beside him.
Concubine Xian had an impeccable and gentle smile on her lips, and said softly: "The queen's health is in critical condition."
This is what he was told to do.
The Holy Emperor suddenly felt pity, shook Concubine Xian's hand reassuringly, and said to Ling Yutong: "Qi Yan was injured when he was out on business. Please treat him. After seeing him, he returned to the Queen's Palace. The Queen has been in poor health recently.
, you must always serve the right and left.”
"yes."
The Holy Emperor left, and Concubine Xian had no intention of staying. Zhou Luoyu was taken away unwillingly, and in a blink of an eye, only Dr. Fang and the two of them were left in the palace.
Doctor Fang was a member of the Holy Sage. He didn't want to stay long. He glanced at them and followed Concubine Xian and the others out.
Ling Yutong turned his head and approached Qi Yan, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"You took another risk, didn't you?"
Qi Yan was silent.
He paused and looked into her eyes, which were free of any impurities. He felt a little calmer and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"Isn't this okay?"
To prove that he was really fine, Qi Yan turned around twice, took out the folding fan from his sleeve, and swung it around dexterously.
"hiss……"
He was caught off guard and the wound was pulled, and the cry of pain that escaped his mouth was suppressed with all his strength, but a trace of it was still exposed.
Ling Yutong's eyes flashed with distress, and she quickly went to fix his arm that was turning the fan.
"Stop shaking, or the wound will open."
He felt the gentle force through his clothes, and Qi Yan couldn't help but lower his eyes for fear of revealing the look in his eyes.
He...just had a moment of confusion.
After suppressing his emotions, Qi Yan raised his eyes and saw the woman's gentle face.
He could even see her curled eyelashes clearly.
The low voice was filled with distress and slight blame.
"I know that I can't change your mind, and I also know that you must have calculated that the probability of victory is higher than defeat before you choose to take the risk, but I still want to say that you should take more care of your body."
"This flesh and blood body has an upper limit to what it can withstand."
"And my medical skills are not endless. Do you understand?"
The tiny glimmer in her eyes stunned Qi Yan.
He pursed his lips, understanding what she meant, but he couldn't take his eyes away from her face, so he didn't speak.
Afraid of exposing some low-pitched voice, call her...
Ling Yutong sighed inwardly, not knowing whether he heard it or not.
She simply took the folding fan out of his hand, looked at his injuries, raised her chin slightly and said, "In order to make you remember, I will keep this folding fan for you and keep it here for the time being."
"Whenever you can get away from any injuries within three months and protect yourself intact, I will return it to you."
The folding fan shook out in the air and then retracted. Ling Yutong smiled softly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "How? Do you have any objections?"
But she saw Qi Yan's gaze that was always on the fan, and something close to her was taken away from her. If she wanted to take it back now, she would have to protect herself.
Qi Yan restrained himself and looked away from her flying fingers, lowering his eyes and responded softly: "No."
Ling Yutong smiled.
She only knew that this was how she could handle Qi Yan, but she didn't know why he cared about the fan. Those green and white fingertips took away all his attention.
Qi Yan's heart felt slightly hot. This fan had special meaning to him. Now that it fell into Ling Yutong's hands, he felt no rejection in his heart. Instead, he felt inexplicably comfortable.
"This medicine is for you. The Queen still needs me for the time being, so I have to go there."
A bottle of medicine was lying cold in the palm of his hand. Qi Yan watched Ling Yutong's back walking away.
At this moment, in the Queen's Palace, Ling Yutong was grabbed by Aunt Gui as soon as she came back, and whispered: "After dinner later, we have to find an excuse to get rid of the Holy One. I am not very sure that the Holy One is here."
It’s time to give the queen some miscarriage medicine.”
Ling Yutong nodded to express his understanding.
She was thinking about something else.
Although Concubine Wan Gui has no advantage at all, it may not be easy to completely defeat her.
One more crucial piece of evidence is needed.
The Second Prince was injured and the Holy Emperor was furious. He didn't even care about his escape and confinement. So if the concubine planned to harm the Prince...
Ling Yutong's eyes flashed, just do it!
"Aunt Gui, do you have Concubine Wan Gui's handwriting? I think..."
The more Aunt Gui listened, the more frightened she became. She frowned and asked, "Are you sure?"
Seeing that she was determined, Aunt Gui's heart was still pounding, but she thought about it carefully and felt that it might be possible.
Her eyes darkened: "Follow me."
At present, everyone in the palace was paying attention to the empress and the emperor, and they quickly went to the side hall.
Ling Yutong watched Aunt Gui skillfully pressing the secret grid, and smiled in her heart. The moment she got the handwritten letter from Concubine Wan Gui, she thought to herself, as expected, the queen has a hand.
She quickly looked down at the operation and whispered: "I need half an hour."
“Absolutely quiet, no interruptions.”
She looked at Aunt Gui with burning eyes, knowing that she could do it.
"Okay, you stay here, use whatever you want, and leave the rest to me."
Aunt Gui agreed on the spot.
"I want to rush to the empress. When the time comes, I will send Songyue to call you. You must rush to the empress in time."
The door was gently closed, and there was silence in the room.
Ling Yutong lowered his head to read the handwriting carefully, and kept writing, practicing the movement of his pen on the blank paper.
There is only a quarter of an hour left until half an hour.
Ling Yutong felt sweat on his forehead and finally breathed out softly.
She succeeded.
The folding fan that was confiscated from Qi Yan came in handy. She fanned it against the rice paper. When the ink on it was completely dry, she took out a short piece of wax from her sleeve and lit it, deliberately spreading a light layer of smoke on the paper.
Then put it away in time to prevent too much smell in the room.
Guessing that the time was almost up, Ling Yutong stood up, folded the things and stuffed them into his sleeves, and lit the incense in the room.
The smoke from the incense burner slowly floated up, quietly covering the insignificant smell.