It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

His kiss was very hot, and Yang Xianrong was very panicked, because no man had ever treated her like this. Even if she knew about the things between men and women, she had behaved extremely generously and decently in front of the Emperor Sima Zhong, but really At this moment, she didn't know what to do, or even whether to respond to him or just stay still.

Sima Ying stopped first and chuckled: "Don't be afraid Rong'er, I'm a little impatient too. We have a long way to go, so we are not in a hurry."

Yang Xianrong blushed and lowered his head.

A tear fell on her plain clothes, and soon disappeared again.

In the end, Yang Xianrong did not get off the carriage.

Sima Ying got off the carriage, took out some food and a key to the small building's door lock from the small building, and handed them to Yang Xianrong's hands. After that, he ordered Zhao Zhuo to take several military guards to escort Yang Xianrong and her maids, and quietly returned to the palace.

It wasn't until they returned to Tianyuan Palace that Cuixi and Lanxiang stepped forward to support Yang Xianrong.

The two maids didn't know what to do, so they could only follow her step by step.

It was very quiet in Tianyuan Palace, both Sima Jing and Yang Xianlian were taking a nap.

Yang Xianrong sat on his bed and slowly stretched out his palms.

Blood flowed out all of a sudden.

She held the golden phoenix hairpin too tightly, and the outstretched wings of the phoenix and its pointed beak dug deeply into the palm of her right hand.

Cuixi and Lanxiang almost screamed, but looking at Yang Xianrong's pale little face, they didn't care. One went to get the medicine box, the other to fetch water, and they were very busy.

At this time, Emperor Sima Zhong suddenly came to Tianyuan Palace quickly without any notice. His people hadn't come in yet, but the voice had already been heard: "Yang Meie, your father is dead."

At this moment, Yang Xianrong trembled all over and looked steadily towards the door.

Sima Zhong ran a little anxiously, and his forehead was covered with sweat. His face was full of anxiety, and he opened his arms, wanting to hug the sheep Xianrong.

But at this moment, he saw the golden phoenix hairpin that had been "embedded" in Yang Xianrong's palm, and couldn't help shouting: "Ah! What's going on? What happened? Yang Meie, you are injured! Why? So much blood has been shed! Where is Imperial Physician Qin? Call someone over quickly!"

"Your Majesty, don't call anyone." Yang Xianrong used his uninjured left hand to catch the panicked Sima Zhong and whispered: "Cui Xi went to get the medicine box. Don't let others know. One more thing is not worth the trouble. One less thing, you know?”

"That's not possible! Sheep, such a deep wound could be fatal! I can't let you die. You have to play with me for a long time." Sima Zhong was very impatient and pulled Doula Can't stand it anymore. He ran to the door and shouted to Zhang Du: "Go and call Qin Taiyi, the sheep is injured! Zhang Liangxue, kneel down for me, what's going on? Why don't you tell me?"

Zhang Liang was so frightened that he knew that Yang Xianrong had returned from the palace, but he had not seen anyone yet and did not know that she was injured.

Lan Xiang had already run in with water, and Cui Xi also came over with a medicine box.

Sima Zhong followed the two men and ran back to Yang Xianrong. Yang Xianrong just looked at his bloody wound and didn't even feel any pain.

Because it hurt so much today, it was so painful that I was already numb.

She looked up at Sima Zhong's big face and wanted to reach out and touch it to see if it was warm. Maybe it's warmer than Sima Ying's cold lips?

Before Yang Xianrong could touch it, Sima Zhong shouted in panic, "Why is this water cold? Go get some warm water and bring a bottle of strong liquor first! Hurry up!"

The entire Tianyuan Palace was shouted at by him, and the people he brought with him were also in a panic and didn't know what to do. Zhang Heng, the commander of the imperial army standing at the door, took a look, curled his lips, and motioned for He Jiunian to follow Zhang Du to find Qin Taiyi.

He Jiunian frowned and didn't want to move at all. "The emperor has been yelling and screaming all day long. Didn't he have a broken hand himself? Why is the queen's hand broken and so tormented like this?"

"This is a golden branch and jade leaf. Hurry up and stop talking so much nonsense." Zhang Heng kicked him, "If you don't obey again, I will transfer you to the emperor and follow him to the training ground."

"No! Why don't I go?" He Jiunian's face was dark, and he followed Zhang Du and ran towards the Imperial Medical Garden.

The light in the bedroom was not good, so Sima Zhong opened all the windows and lit palace lanterns and candles, which suddenly made it much brighter. But the next moment, Sima Zhong shouted again, "Yang Bieme, why is there blood on the clothes and injuries on the body? What should I do?"

"Your Majesty." Yang Xianrong couldn't bear the noise anymore and finally spoke, "The blood on my hands is naturally dripping on my dress. It's nothing. It was because I was careless and was accidentally hit by a gold hairpin. It was stupid to prick your hand.”

"It's okay, it's okay, Yang Meie isn't afraid, it's okay." Sima Zhong sat next to her again.

Cui Xi was already slowly cleaning the wound, and also brought a small pot of strong liquor and sprinkled it on her hand.

This time, she felt really distressed, and Yang Xianrong couldn't help but exhale. Sima Zhong quickly put his arms around her shoulders and said repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay, it'll just hurt for a while."

By the time Imperial Physician Qin ran over panting, Cui Xi had already cleaned the wound and applied some medicinal powder. Doctor Qin prescribed some decoction and said that if you drink it three times a day, the wound will heal in seven or eight days.

Yang Xianrong nodded, endured the slight pain, looked at Sima Zhong, and asked: "Your Majesty, can I leave the palace to watch the mourning of my father for three days?"

"...You know?" Sima Zhong was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he had hurried over to tell Yang Xianrong about this. "Then don't be too sad. Can I go with you?"

"No need, otherwise someone will say that I am out of line with the rules?" Yang Xianrong frowned.

"Then your father's matter is quite big. There are not many people in your family now, so why don't I support you?" Sima Zhong was suddenly afraid of Yang Xianrong's frown, and actually stuttered a little. This woman has been in the palace recently, keeping silent after closing the palace door, but her aura is getting stronger and stronger. He always has to look at her face before speaking.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, but you are the emperor of the Jin Dynasty and you should not worry about the affairs of my family. In fact, I am mentally prepared for my father's matter. My mother has sent someone to tell me about this matter a few days ago. Now that things have happened, I want to do my best to see him off for the last time. In addition, I would like to ask the emperor to allow my two brothers to carry the coffin back to Tai'an County, so that my father can return to the Yang family's ancestral grave. Sleep beside the ancestors of the Yang family." Yang Xianrong had already knelt down, speaking sincerely, with tears streaming down his face.