As soon as Nan Qing woke up, she saw someone standing guard by the bed. Her eyes were a little blurry and there was a sound in her ears.
"Your Highness, are you awake?"
Ziqing asked in a soft voice. The voice was very gentle and quiet. For a person who was just waking up, such a voice was very comfortable and not scary.
"What time is it?"
Nan Qing's voice was a little hoarse. She didn't know how long she had been sleeping. She felt that her body was better than when she fell asleep.
"It's noon the next day. Your Highness, I'll help you get up and take medicine." Ziqing stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help her sit up.
Yajun, who had been waiting for him for a long time, felt uncomfortable when he saw Ziqing taking the lead. What did Ziqing call himself just now? Me?
"Bold, Ziqing, as a lowly person, you actually dare to call yourself me in front of His Highness. Your Highness, Ziqing is becoming more and more lawless. He only serves as a close servant in the room. He often bullies others, but now you dare not
I respect you." Yajun complained heartbrokenly.
Nan Qing's sharp voice gave Nan Qing a headache. He was not a eunuch, so why was his voice so sharp?
Ziqing saw a trace of impatience flashing in her eyes.
Ziqing lowered his head and said, "Your Highness, this servant is rude..."
She once said he could call himself me.
Ziqing couldn't guess whether this claim was limited to him and her in private, or whether it could be done publicly. Ziqing just wanted to test it out today.
"Did I say you were rude? No need to apologize." Nan Qing said calmly.
Yajun heard that something was wrong with this situation. Why didn't His Highness get angry? Why didn't he scold that bitch Ziqing?
Nan Qing looked at Yajun, who lowered his head and did not dare to speak. This person was also the person waiting in the room. He occasionally stood close to her to put on an accessory, but other times he stood farther away.
"Before I, Your Highness, speaks, you, this slave, have taught me a lesson first. You are so majestic." There was no anger in her voice, but these words were enough to scare someone to death.
Yajun's mind went blank. Seeing that the situation was not good, he quickly knelt down and lay on the ground: "Your Highness, slave..."
"It's too noisy, Ziqing."
When Ziqing heard this, he raised his hand and knocked the person on the ground unconscious.
Yajun fainted and lay on the ground like a dead dog.
The other people serving in the room were all frightened, and Ziqing knocked them unconscious with just one hand...
Ziqing lowered his head: "Your Highness, I... don't want him to make trouble, so just..."
"Don't look panicked after everything has been done." She smiled without blaming her.
Nan Qing raised his head and glanced at the male maids standing far away: "These people are left to you."
Ziqing has exposed his strength, and these people will be dealt with, including Yajun on earth.
The men didn't know why and were a little scared.
"yes."
A smile flashed across Ziqing's face.
Nan Qing didn't like so many people in the house, so she asked them all to go out.
"Your Highness, this is the medicine prepared by the doctor."
Ziqing stirred the medicine with a spoon to dissipate the heat, and he brought it to the bedside to help her drink the medicine.
Ever since she went to bed, the soup and medicine in the house had been simmering non-stop. She thought she would wake up last night, but she didn't. Many bowls of medicine were poured out yesterday.
The best way to drink this extremely bitter medicine is to hold your breath and drink it all, otherwise it will be so bitter that your stomach will vomit it out.
But in order to enjoy drinking the medicine while being served by the beauty, Nan Qing drank it one spoonful at a time.
She was once a medicine jar, she had endured all kinds of hardships, and she was not afraid of hardships.
Ziqing felt the medicine was bitter when he smelled it, but Nan Linhuang didn't even frown.
After drinking the medicine, Ziqing hesitated whether to give her the candied fruit.
"bitter."
In the quiet room, she said one word.
The voice was very soft, and there seemed to be a hint of grievance. Zi was stunned for a moment.
"Is there any sugar?"
"...There are...candied fruits, would you like it, Your Highness?" Ziqing hurriedly opened the small box on one side. Inside was a candied fruit full of honey, which looked very sweet at first glance.
"eat."
She opened her mouth obviously waiting for him to pass it in, and in a moment he saw the bright red tip of the tongue and the white teeth in her mouth.
Nan Qing looked puzzled and urging.
He regained consciousness, twisted the candied fruit and carefully put it into her mouth.
She seemed to be in so much pain that she couldn't wait to hold the sweetmeat in her mouth. When she closed her lips, she brushed against her fingers that she had no time to take back.
Soft and slightly cool.
Ziqing retracted his hand, lowered it and pinched it in his sleeve.
Nan Qing held the candied fruit in her mouth for a while and then ate it. After eating, she frowned and said, "The medicine is too bitter, forget it. The toxins will disappear in my body anyway, so there is no need for medicine."
It is only a matter of time before the toxin is digested. During this time, her health will be relatively weak and she will not be able to use force.
Ziqing didn't agree very much after hearing this, but he was just a subordinate and had no right to say anything.
"I didn't go to court today, how's it going in the palace?"
"The emperor went to court and today he talked about the drought in the south. The emperor made a move. Many senior ministers praised the emperor."
Oh, what a plot where the heroine’s halo is fully revealed.
"Um."
"Master, those assassins are raised by the emperor in the horse farm. They work as grooms during the day and train at night. They are all half-grown women who fled to Chang'an a few years ago."
The emperor likes horses and his riding skills are not very good, but he likes to go to the racecourse for a walk.
It seemed that he was just playing with things, but he didn't expect that he was raising troops.
"Find an excuse to seize the racecourse, as soon as possible."
"yes."
Nan Qing drank a bowl of medicine when he woke up, and now there is nothing else in his stomach.
Normally she would go to the flower hall to eat, but today she was sick so she was being pretentious and Nan Qing had her meal in the house.
Ziqing has been standing by the side to serve, serving dishes and pouring tea.
So docile.
There is no longer any murderous intention.
Although it was a thrilling trip to the other hospital this time, it was obvious that the strategy had made great progress.
But Nan Qing also knew that he had not let go of hatred in his heart, and things like hatred needed to be considered in the long run.
The strategy is not difficult, but the difficult part is the complicated blood feud in the middle.
In the afternoon, Nan Qing was working on the memorial in the study. I wonder if the medicine she drank had an effect now. She was very sleepy, her hand holding the brush had no strength, and her eyelids were drooped.
Zi Mo, who was grinding and waiting beside him, raised his eyes and stopped grinding his hand.
The study was so quiet that she finally fell asleep lying on her stomach.
Snap, the pen in her hand fell off.
Ziqing put down the ink stick and wiped his hands clean with a handkerchief.
"Your Highness? Your Highness?"
No movement.
"Your Highness, the study is cold. If you are sleepy, I will help you go back to your room to rest."
Ziqing waited for a while and she still didn't move. He boldly stood up and walked to her side, kneeling next to her and looking at her blatantly.
He also reached out to pick up the memorials on the table and looked at them. Some memorials were full of nonsense, while others contained important national affairs.
Zi Qing boldly looked through it as if there was no one around.
The window on the side was not closed, and the autumn wind blew, making it very cool.
It's autumn and the study is very cold. You'll get sick if you sleep here.
The door to the study room opened, and the male maid cleaning the courtyard looked at this scene in horror.
Ziqing actually hugged Her Royal Highness the eldest princess!!
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The little broken bowl was knocked, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, sleepy and hungry in the middle of the night.