Everyone in the yard was stunned. The person Ziqing was holding was actually His Highness!!
How dare he hug His Highness!!
Even though Ziqing is taller than His Highness, he is still a weak man. Why is he so strong?
How dare a man hold a woman like this?!
Ziqing held Nan Linhuang across his arms and passed in front of them without squinting.
Zi Qing walked very slowly, holding her carefully so as not to jolt the person in his arms. Her head rested on his shoulder. She was breathing lightly when she fell asleep, but Zi Qing always felt itchy on her neck.
He carried her all the way back to the room, and when he put her down, his heart was lifted.
Afraid of waking up.
Ziqing didn't know what he was thinking. He felt that Study Liang suddenly had the idea to take her back to rest, and then he actually did it.
Everyone had already picked him up and carried him out of the study, and he had no room for regret.
I reluctantly hugged her back, and now I just want her to lie down and sleep peacefully without waking her up.
But whatever you are afraid of will come!
Ziqing had just put her on the bed, and before he could take his hand back, he was being pressed by her. Suddenly she woke up.
Nan Qing slowly opened her eyes, their eyes met, and she saw Zi Qing's panicked and evasive eyes.
Nan Qing raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing? This is not a study."
Seeing that Ziqing didn't take back his hand, he knew how he came back just by thinking about it.
In the world of female supremacy, a man hugs a woman, and the scene is horrifying.
Nan Qing sat up and looked at him lazily on the tea couch.
Ziqing immediately knelt down and said, "Master, I was worried that you would catch a cold and that's why I took this step. I definitely didn't mean to offend you."
"How many people watched you come back holding me in your arms?"
"ten people……"
"Oh, Ziqing, you have become more and more courageous recently."
"I know my mistake!" Ziqing didn't dare to raise his head.
This attitude of admitting his mistake was absolutely first-rate. Nan Qing's angle was just right so that he could look at the white back of his neck and his slender white neck as he lowered his head.
Nan Qing raised his hand and touched it lightly.
Cold fingertips touched the back of his neck, and Nan Qing felt his body tremble under his fingertips.
"Ziqing, I'm very angry. I like your boldness, but I don't like you hugging me. I can hug you, but you can't hug me, you know?" As a woman, she wants to save face.
The cold fingertips roamed on his neck, and his body trembled uncontrollably. It was a wonderful feeling.
Ziqing bit his lower lip and did not dare to raise his head. He made his voice calmer and said, "Yes, I don't dare to do that anymore."
"It's your first offense, so I won't punish you. Get out."
"yes……"
Only after Ziqing came out of the room did he realize that he was sweating all over. It was not because he was scared, but because of that hand...
Ziqing raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, his eyes unclear.
Night, in the dungeon.
Many people died in the dungeon in the past two days, including all the men Nan Linhuang brought out from the palace.
And the person locked up in the dungeon room today is not someone from the backyard, but the maid serving in the Huang Room in the south.
Yajun was hung up, and he saw that the women in black around him were all respectful to Ziqing. Yajun was not a fool, and he instantly understood Ziqing's identity.
I thought I was just a good-looking but overgrown maid, but I didn't expect that she turned out to be His Highness's confidant.
Yajun cried and begged for mercy: "Ziqing, Master Ziqing, I know I was wrong. In the past, I was too blind to see Mount Tai. Please forgive me, please spare me this miserable life."
Ziqing looked at the man begging for mercy with cold eyes.
Ziqing's hands were stained with a lot of blood, all from doing things for Nan Linhuang, and this time it was considered as revenge for himself.
He had wanted to kill Yajun for a long time.
Since Yajun came to serve in the courtyard, he has not dealt with him for a day.
Ziqing thought it would be comfortable to watch him beg for mercy, but when he saw Yajun's face covered with tears and runny nose, his words were sharp and unpleasant.
Ziqing was extremely disgusted.
"killed."
Ziqing left after giving the order.
After Ziqing came out of the dungeon, he went back to his room, changed into night clothes, and went out.
Wearing black clothes, he was well hidden in the dark night. No one but the wind would know that someone was passing by.
The night in Chang'an City seems to be the same day after day, but in fact, there is an undercurrent surging every day.
Zijin came back at dawn. He was so exhausted that he had no time to rest. He put on a white suit, pinned on a red plum hairpin and went to the main courtyard.
Everyone in Nan Linhuang's room has been dealt with, and no one else has been promoted to serve him. Currently, only Ziqing is the only one serving in the room.
There were only two people in the room, and while combing her hair, Ziqing said, "Master, a felon from the imperial court escaped last night."
Nan Qing: "If you escape, send someone to look for him. Search the entire city of Chang'an for him."
Ziqing: "We found clues at the government office this morning. The felon is most likely hiding in the horse garden of the Royal Courtyard."
"Let people surround the horse garden. After the court, I will go and see it myself."
Er Er saw that the points were earned, and Nan Qing also gained points by following the plot according to the character design of the original owner.
In the morning, Nan Qing would drink a bowl of sweet soup before going to the palace to attend court.
Ziqing brought the sweet soup to the table, and his sleeves trembled slightly.
The sweet soup is cooked very clearly, and the taste is very good.
Ziqing scooped up a bowl and put it in front of her.
Nan Qing held the bowl and stirred with a spoon to dissipate the heat.
Ziqing stood behind her, he had been paying attention to her movements.
Normally, she would drink the sweet soup after stirring it for a few times, but today she had stirred it for ten times, and Nan Linhuang still had no entrance.
Ziqing's heart tightened slightly.
You won't find it, right?
Nan Qing lowered her head and drank. The sweet soup was already cold, so she drank it all in one go.
Seeing this, Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ziqing, there was quite a lot of sweet soup this morning. You should have a bowl too. You worked hard last night when you went out to do errands."
"Your Highness, I...I have breakfast, how can I eat Your Highness's soup?"
Nan Qing raised his hand and took a spoonful of it: "Eat."
Ziqing's hands under his sleeves clenched tighter, and he obediently stepped forward to pick up the sweet soup and drink it.
"Why are you drinking so quickly? You're not afraid of burning your throat." She chuckled and stood up: "I'm out of the house, and the sweet soup on the table has been wasted. Remember to drink it all."
She left gracefully.
Ziqing put down the finished bowl. The sweet soup had no smell. Why did she feel like she had discovered it just now...
He saw that there was still a lot of soup left in the bowl, and he added some ingredients to the soup.
He found the antidote to the poison of the hidden weapon. In addition to releasing the felon last night, he also stole the antidote.
Without Nan Linhuang's order, he went to find the antidote by himself.
Ziqing didn't know how to give her the antidote.
Finally, I came up with the worst method, which is also the most effective and least likely to cause trouble.
He just poured the antidote into the soup.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but I always felt that Nan Linhuang knew everything about what he was doing, but he deliberately didn't say anything and even gave him a chance.
Ziqing drank all the sweet soup obediently, and then he just held on like this... He probably wouldn't want to drink sweet soup again within a month.