Chapter 330: Please wash and dress up

The moonlight is quiet, and the whole palace of Prince Mu is quiet. Because the prince likes to be purified, there are not many lamps in the mansion.

Xiao Ye ruined the letter and stared at the dark garden alone.

I don't know how long it took, but he jumped off the roof.

Turning through the winding veranda, he went straight to King Mu's bedroom.

The maid walked to the closed door and was about to go in to deliver medicine when she ran into him and whispered: "I don't know that the guard is here, so there are many collisions... This bowl of medicine is what the prince wants to drink at night, and he just brought it from the kitchen."

Because no one in the palace of Prince Mu had seen Xiao Heng, Xiao Ye did not wear an armor mask when he was in the palace.

He was tall and handsome, with deep facial features, and looked no different from those of the northerners.

Because of his gentle temperament, he was very fond of the maids in the mansion. The maid couldn't help but blush as she spoke.

Xiao Ye took the bowl of medicine: "I'll serve the prince, you go back and rest."

The maid was very happy and quickly said yes.

There are several bronze ancient crane lamp holders in the bedroom, including piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, etc., and various rare and unique plays are placed on the ancient shelf. There are even a large character "diligence" posted on the wall, which was written by King Mu himself. The whole room looks no different from the study room of the Han people.

Xiao Ye stood in front of the couch.

There are also two schools in the imperial court in the northern country.

One is the pro-war faction who insists on taking down the land in Jiangnan through war and destroying the dynasty in the south.

The other is the peace-oriented faction, headed by King Mu, and advocates peaceful coexistence between the two countries.

However, the power of the lord and the faction is very weak and there is no right to speak in the court.

"Ono is here..."

On the couch, King Mu slowly opened his eyes.

He was obviously only in his forties or fifties, but his temples turned pale early. Although he could still see the handsomeness of the young god, there was nothing in his eyes.

Xiao Ye knew that King Mu was weak and sickly, and because of the death of the emperor these days, he was even more sad than usual, so he fell ill directly. He often vomited blood these two nights, and it was probably not long.

The fragrance of medicine is lingering.

He sniffed the fragrance of medicine and thought to himself that there was no need to assassinate such a weak person.

I don’t know what Ah Father thought.

He sat down to the edge of the couch, put the medicine bowl on one side, and helped King Mu up very lightly: "The prince's complexion looks much better than during the day, and I think he will be cured soon."

"What are you lying to me..." King Mu laughed, "I know my own body best--"

Before he finished speaking, he covered his white handkerchief and coughed violently. After he finished coughing, Xiao Ye saw that the handkerchief was covered with blood.

King Mu's face was pale, he held Xiao Ye's hand tightly, and then said, "The most regrettable thing in his life is that he lost Yi'er and those two children... If they are still alive, if they are still alive, they are probably the same as you..."

He stared at Xiao Ye, as if he could no longer say anything, only a biting painful expression.

It took me a long time to gradually disappear in the room.

King Mu whispered: "Take the medicine over."

Xiao Ye brought the medicine bowl and was about to feed him to drink it. When he remembered something, he whispered: "The medicine soup is already cold. I will go and ask the kitchen to warm it up again."

He left the bedroom with medicine, stood alone under the eaves, and looked up at the bright moon, which was the full moon in the sky.

He has never disobeyed his father in the past half of his life.

Since he was sensible, he has been the shadow of Xuan Ce. He has been living in shameful darkness. Not only does he spy on various intelligence, but he must also be ready at any time to replace him and take the position of the Northern Expedition General when Xuan Ce encounters an accident.

But now...

He actually felt soft-hearted when facing King Mu.

He can't take action or kill anyone.

The look that King Mu stared at him was something A Father had never given him in these years.

Xiao Ye poured the bowl of medicine into the flower mud, his eyes were gloomy.

He could no longer stay in Prince Mu's mansion.

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Eastern Palace.

Pei Daozhu is still under house arrest here.

The autumn scenery became darker, and she liked to sit under the eaves, watch the migratory birds going south, and listen to the playful sounds of the concubines outside the high walls.

Somehow, I felt like I dreaming of returning to my previous life.

Today is Yuan Cheng's throne ceremony, and it is always much more lively outside than usual. The concubines are even more ostentatious and excited. You can vaguely hear them discussing the issue of position without any scruples.

But her place is still deserted.

After taking a sip of tea, Yu Guang suddenly saw several palace maids walking from the other end of the corridor holding their makeup and clothes.

The female official in charge said softly: "Your Majesty ordered that you might come to Youlan Garden tonight, and ask the girl to dress up and prepare to welcome the emperor."

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Good night, duck
Chapter completed!