Bai Zhiqi led people to lead Xuanrao to a nearby pavilion. In order to avoid being seen by others, he went back to Cining Palace first.
Xuanrao set up a piano in the pavilion and played with it a few times.
The maidservant who was left here held a tray in her hand, placed a cup of wine on it, and said, "My lady orders you to just play the piano and not stop without orders."
His hands paused, "Then when will this order come?"
The maid snorted softly, "You will know after drinking this wine." She handed the wine cup to him.
He glanced at it and saw that the wine in the glass was clear and contained no impurities. It was obviously the finest wine that was often provided in the palace. But judging by what this man meant, there was probably something else in it.
His heart sank and he made no move.
The servant handed the tray to her again, "I will watch you drink it."
Xuanrao raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Chang'an Palace, his mind wandering far away, until she urged him again and he picked up the wine cup. The spicy wine passed through his throat and burned all the way into his stomach.
Seeing his Adam's apple twitching slightly, she lowered her hand and casually picked up the tray. She collected the empty glass of wine and walked away.
The melodious sound of the piano came from behind, and the sound reached my ears.
The cold wind passed through the pavilion, and Xuanrao calmly strummed the strings. The sound was like beads falling on a jade plate, or like a mountain spring passing through a stream. It was a three-step plum blossom song.
First, he felt a burning sensation in his throat. He couldn't help coughing twice, and a fishy-sweet taste filled his mouth.
He raised his eyelids, caught a glimpse of the maid walking away, and chuckled. She may have figured out that the poison would not infect her body long enough for him to report the news to anyone, so she left in advance with such confidence.
He stopped playing the piano, stood up with difficulty, and staggered down the pavilion.
Starting from his fingertips, his body was gradually being eroded by numbness, so every step he took required a lot of effort. His heart was pounding, and he tried to gasp for air. The cold wind poured into his mouth, causing several more coughs.
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After passing through the flower barrier of the palace, I finally saw a corner of Chang'an Palace.
At this time, the numbness had spread to his thighs, and he knew that if he didn't move faster, he might not be able to see her anymore.
It was obviously getting closer, but he was even more concerned.
It's almost here. Just hold on a little longer. He told himself.
He controlled his legs that did not look like his own, and almost fell forward. The wind blew up his empty clothes, making him seem to be scattered in the wind. He coughed uncontrollably, and his lips were stained with blood.
Bright red.
Zhu Men was standing in front of him, and his vision suddenly went dark. Before he lost consciousness, the last thing he felt was annoyance and worry.
He shouldn't have been so cautious and just pushed the maid away. If that person did something bad to her because he failed to report the news, then it would be his fault.
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The maid who was sweeping the Chang'an Palace heard what was going on outside the palace and came out to take a look. A person fell to the ground outside the palace, with blood flowing under his cheek. She had never seen such a scene before. She was so frightened that she fell to the ground for a moment.
The ground cannot move.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. It took her a long time to get up and hurried into the palace.
In the palace, Ruan Yuyi was having dinner with Jiang Huaiyang. Suddenly, she heard the door being knocked open. The maid who was sweeping outside softened her legs and almost fell in. She said in confusion, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty...outside..."
Cen Li, who was standing by the side, darkened his face and scolded, "A wild beast is chasing you? There are no rules."
This maid was not very old after all. She had her hands folded in front of her body and was shaking terribly.
Ruan Yuyi frowned slightly, and handed over the tea with the scent of wood. The maid raised her head and drank it before she could breathe more slowly, "There is someone outside... I don't know if he is injured or..." She avoided the word and spoke half of the sentence.
Swallowed it back.
But Ruan Yuyi still understood.
Jiang Huaiyang on the other side also looked worried and sent Wen Pheasant to take a look.
Not long after, Wen Zhi came back and reported the situation truthfully.
After hearing this, she took a slight breath.
It was hard to cause trouble in front of Chang'an Palace, and seeing his appearance, it seemed that something else had happened. After that, some palace officials went to ask for the imperial doctor, or temporarily placed Xuanrao in the lower room, or took out a clean water towel.
Wipe the blood off his face.
She thought for a moment, then sent Muxiang to get the sachet that Doctor Hu had given her, took half a spoonful of the powder, mixed it into the hot soup, and poured it into the comatose Xuanrao.
It's just that he was unconscious and couldn't swallow. The palace servant fed half of it and spilled half of it. It took him half an hour and stained more than ten handkerchiefs before he woke up slowly.
The waiting palace attendants and imperial doctors all breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as Xuanrao opened his eyes, he looked around and hurried to get down. He opened his lips, but found a stinging pain in his throat, and he could hardly speak.
The imperial doctor frowned and pushed the person back, "Your throat is hurt, please rest first."
He shook his head twice, gave up speaking, and tried to push away the imperial doctor's hand.
The palace maid on the side reacted and said, "I will call your majesty and empress."
Somehow, he suddenly paused and raised his eyes to see the imperial doctor.
"This is the Chang'an Palace. Don't be anxious. If you have anything to do, I'll tell you later when Your Majesty is here." Seeing that he had stopped messing around, the imperial doctor turned back to pack the consultation box.
He clutched the brocade quilt on his knees and stared at the wooden door motionlessly.
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The wooden door creaked open, and the light from outside poured in. Ruan Yuyi stood beside Jiang Huaiyang, against the light.
Jiang Huaiyang looked at Xuan Rao, "Don't you have something to report?"
Xuanrao pointed to his throat and waved his hands twice. The imperial doctor on the side echoed and explained, "Your Majesty, he hurt his throat and is afraid that he will not be able to speak for a while."
Hearing this, Ruan Yuyi turned her head and prepared pen and ink.
He sat down on the small table and picked up the pen. Due to his weakness, his fingertips were still a little trembling. He took a deep breath and then put down the pen.
The whole room was silent, everyone watching him write.
At this moment, a maid from outside opened the door and came in, saying in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty... I'm sorry for it. It's gone and was found near a rockery in the West Palace."
Ruan Yuyi's throat tightened, "When did it happen? I saw it just now -" The white fluffy shadow seemed to be still in front of her eyes.
Although Ah Lian is a hare, he was raised to have his mouth in his mouth. If the food he was given was slightly off-tasting, he would get angry and refuse to eat it. He was very lively and would be placed in the penthouse most of the time, otherwise he would run around all over the palace.
Unexpectedly, I still couldn't close it this time.
Her mouth felt astringent and she swallowed. She didn't understand, how could a rabbit not live long in this palace?
"Where is it now?" she asked softly.
The slave girl replied, "It's like being stabbed by a sharp knife. It looks like some... slaves are free to make decisions and find a place to bury them."
She didn't say anything, she just lowered her eyes and hummed.
Jiang Huaiyang knew that she was in a low mood and comforted her, "Don't be sad, this rabbit is not an obedient one. I will pick a cat for you in a few days."
She just shook her head.
——No new ones, she can’t keep them well.
The tip of Xuanrao's pen paused as he was writing, and he immediately stepped up his writing speed.