The next day, the Royal Hospital sent many calming medicines. Although the king's care was for a slave, Cinnabar dared to look at it as ironic.
The flowers and plants in the courtyard of Chunhua Palace have fallen cleanly, and the bare branches are swaying helplessly in the cold wind. There is light snow in the sky, flying around in random directions.
The window was ajar, and Eleven lazily leaned on the bedside to look out. She still couldn't get up and walk, the injury was too serious, and she was afraid that she might not be able to fall to the ground for a while.
He accidentally heard a noise outside the palace, and saw Bi Xin coming in. He asked her, "Why is there such a noise outside the palace in such a cold weather?"
Bi Xin patted the falling snow on her shoulders and said with a smile: "Girl, luck is with us. The king ordered people to move a lot of cold-resistant flowers and plants from the imperial garden to our Chunhua Palace. The imperial craftsmen are really busy now. What kind of mulberry trees are there?
Any dead trees are very unlucky and they all have to be thrown out."
Eleven stopped talking, and the noise outside the palace continued until the snow stopped in the afternoon. Bi Xin asked her to stand at the window and have a look, but Eleven was too lazy to move.
Shao Shao had some dinner and went to bed on November 11.
During Cinnabar's vigil again, I was woken up by a slight itching sensation on the wound on November 11. I didn't know the time, but I was a little thirsty. I was about to call for someone, but I gave up immediately when I heard the palace door being pushed open.
The candlelight in the dormitory lit up, filling the entire dormitory softly. She heard Qi Mingye telling Zhu Sha to take the candle further away, as it would affect her rest.
Shi Yi tried her best to keep her breathing steady. King Dong Zhao was too shrewd, and her reaction was full of flaws if she wasn't careful.
"Has she taken good medicine today? Can she still eat?" Qi Mingye lowered her voice and asked Zhu Sha, who was standing beside her.
Zhusha didn't dare to hide it and answered honestly, "I took the medicine on time, but I didn't take much."
Qi Mingye blinked at Eleven's peaceful sleeping face, and then told Zhu Sha, "Go down."
Zhu Sha did not dare to disobey the Holy Order, although she was very worried about her master.
Zhu Sha's departure made Shi Yi nervous. There were only her and King Dong Zhao in the entire dormitory, and she was afraid of being alone like this. She closed her eyes, but she knew exactly what Qi Mingye was doing. He was undressing and undressing, but the movement did not slow down.
It seemed that he was not worried about waking her up, but it was clear that he had just thoughtfully asked Cinnabar to put the candle away. This could only prove one thing, that is, he knew that he was awake.
Sure enough, the first words of Qi Fei lying beside her were, "Don't irritate me anymore. You have challenged my patience time and time again. It's my kindness to let you go. Eleven, you should learn to stop when it's enough, so that you can
I can live my life in peace in the palace." Eleven's fright at him made him seriously consider a question. Does he really want Eleven's life? Does he really want to torture Eleven crazy? After more than half a year of torture, Eleven
How could he feel comfortable when he was exhausted?
Her hand was held tightly by him, and unlike the coldness of his tone, the warmth burned her heart. Her heartbeat was beating so hard that she didn't dare to move, but she had the courage to turn sideways. But before she could adjust her breathing, she was
A hand violently pulled him into someone's arms. He had the aura of pen and ink on his body, he must have just come out of the imperial study room.
"What happened to Shen Zhaonan?" Eleven asked softly in the dim light of the candle.
In the gloom, Qi Mingye frowned dangerously, "I have broken his diaphragm, so that he can only spend the rest of his life paralyzed in bed, and he will no longer be able to escape with others."
Being whipped with a whip hurts, and having one's diaphragm broken is even more cruel. However, Eleven also knew that as far as King Dong Zhao was concerned, Shen Zhaonan was lucky to be alive. Thinking of Shen Zhaonan, Eleven couldn't help but regret that he had taken so long to prepare.
His plan ended up being played like a monkey. For him, it was so sad. He was afraid that if it wasn't for Princess Silan, he wouldn't be able to survive at all.