Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 197 - You have her rouge scent on you

At this time, there were sudden rustling footsteps outside the hall, Feng Zhan's face changed suddenly, and he shouted:
"There are assassins!"

"Escort!"

Feng Zhan drew out his long sword and stood in front of Sikong Que. At this time, Sikong Que was already a little sober, but the hangover was too deep, and his steps were a little messy and vain. He didn't expect the Tusu wine to be so strong today. , but his reaction is not as sensitive as usual.

The assassins who broke into the palace tonight were all black-clothed night raiders. The moment they fought against the assassins, Sikong Que sensed an unprecedented crisis. These people must not be ordinary stragglers, but well-trained professional assassins.If you usually have a chance of winning when you are sober, but now you are struggling.

"Sikong Que!"

Wencheng Lu Xue raised her sword, and resolutely stood in front of Sikong Que. With her joining, the gap between the two sides gradually narrowed. Those assassins were not interested in fighting, and their moves were aimed at the gate of life. Kill.

He cheered up and responded to the enemy hastily.

At this time, a large number of guards swarmed over, watching the countless torches moving towards here like a long dragon, Sikong Que secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"careful!"

Accompanied by Wencheng Lu Xue's shrill cry, he came back to his senses, and saw an assassin shooting a hidden weapon with a strange blue luster while he was distracted.

But Wencheng Lu Xue stood up and stood in front of him at a critical moment.

"Ding ~"

Seeing that the hidden weapon was about to pierce Wencheng Lu Xue's forehead, it was suddenly bounced off by a ring, barely brushing Wencheng Lu Xue's hair, and both of them fell among the dead leaves on the ground.

The ring was made of jade after all, under the trembling of internal force, it suddenly fell apart, and the original appearance could not be seen, only a simple purple jade ring with exquisite workmanship.

At this time, those assassins threw a few silver balls at the same time, and the smoke filled the air for a long time, and when the smoke was thin, there was no trace of the assassins.

"Sikong Que, are you okay!"

After escaping from danger, Wen Cheng Lu Xue carefully inspected Sikong Que back and forth, and finally patted his chest in fear when he could not see any trace of injury.

When she turned her head and saw the hidden weapon and ring among the dead leaves, a glint of complacency flashed in her eyes, but it was fleeting, and was soon replaced by a look of pity and guilt.

"Sikong Que, I'm sorry, I caused you to break a ring!"

"It's okay, it's just a dead object that I have long hated, as long as you are fine."

He just indifferently glanced at the purple jade ring that was quietly buried among the dead leaves and had already been broken into countless pieces, thoughtfully, as if mourning.

"Oops~"

"what happened?"

"My foot seems to be twisted"

Wencheng Lu Xue bent down and rubbed his ankle with pain on his face.

"I'll take you back to Zhaoming Hall. There are some Chinese medicine wine in the hall. Before the imperial doctor arrives, I'll rub you to loosen the blood."

"Good~"

Wen Cheng's cheeks were flushed, and he lowered his head in embarrassment.

A smile appeared on the corner of Sikong Que's mouth, and he immediately hugged her horizontally in his arms, and walked towards Zhaoming Hall step by step.

Seeing the figures of the two drifting away, Feng Zhan, who was still standing still, shook his head helplessly.

He stooped to the dead leaves, took out the handkerchief that he carried with him, searched for a whole night with the dim oil lamp, and managed to find all the fragments of the purple jade ring that were almost shattered into powder.

He had a strong premonition that His Majesty would think of this ring sooner or later, and he had to keep it away for him in case of an emergency.

"It's all broken like this, I don't know if it can be restored to its original appearance?"

...

Li Qingmei barely woke up until noon, when she woke up, only Qing Ge was by her side.

"Princess, you are awake."

"Scared you, sorry..."

"Your Majesty returned to the mansion this morning. He came back with Emperor Concubine Wencheng. Damn it, His Majesty did not come to see the princess. Moreover, I heard from the maids in the mansion that His Majesty even carried Emperor Concubine Wencheng into the courtyard by himself. Where is your face?"

Qing Ge had an indignant expression on his face, just as he was about to continue complaining, suddenly there was a sound of Feng Zhan outside the door.

"Princess, Your Majesty is on his way here, please prepare first..."

Feng Zhan did it on purpose, as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he heard Qing Ge sowing discord, although what she said was indeed true, but he stubbornly didn't want anyone to destroy the relationship between His Majesty and Wangfei.

His Majesty and Princess?He also thinks this title is very strange, but now the prince is His Majesty, but the princess may not even be able to keep the position of princess soon, let alone enter the middle palace, it is simply a fantasy.

"Are you feeling better?"

Sikong Que sat on the edge of the bed, asking formulaic questions in an indifferent tone.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. The servant girl is safe."

"Ah That's good."

At this time, Li Qingmei's heart was filled with joy, he still came to see her.

"Healed from a serious illness, you should take a good rest, I will go back to the palace to deal with government affairs first."

Sikong Que got up and tucked the quilt for her, and the moment he approached, Li Qingmei clearly smelled a faint fragrance, which was Wencheng's favorite fragrance of rouge.

She watched Sikong Que leave with a smile on her face until the corners of her mouth began to ache.

"Go out, I'm a little tired."

When she was the only one left in the room, she hugged the corner of the quilt that Sikong Que touched just now, tightly into her arms, biting the back of her hand, and cried silently until she was exhausted. All lethargic.

(End of this chapter)