As a horse galloped over, the lazy city gate guards suddenly tensed up.
Who dares to gallop towards the city gate in the capital's territory? It can't be some prince's son, so domineering.
"Stop, stop!" Just as he was about to break through the door, the guard stopped him.
"Hey!" The horse neighed and stopped in the middle of galloping, showing the knight's superb riding skills and control.
The guards looked up and saw that they no longer needed to ask for directions as usual. They were treated the same as the prince's children.
Because as long as this guy doesn't disguise himself, everyone in the world will recognize you, and no one will even dare to ask him for the city tax.
"King Shura..."
Xue Canghai didn't have any big words. In the eyes of ordinary people, being number one on the list is no different from the king's respect, even in the eyes of the government.
This kind of mentality is quite interesting, because everyone does not have such respect for the general land list. The next level will be ranked first on the land list. Only the first place will have such a special aura, and it must be ranked up rather than supplemented.
Just like people will remember who won the championship and who won the gold medal. Not many people remember who the runner-up and third runner-up were.
The last time I entered the capital, I was shouted out by the idiot, which made the whole city aware of it and caused a lot of trouble. This time, it seemed that it didn't matter. They just beat gongs and drums to shout that Zhao Changhe was coming. So what? Zhao Changhe didn't want to think about this.
Lead the horse into the city and go straight to the Tang Mansion.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" The followers of the Four Elephant Sect's Bieyuan Garden hurriedly reported to Suzaku: "King Shura has entered the city."
Suzaku drank tea slowly and calmly: "Where is he going? Come here or go to Huangfu Mansion to find Shaozong?"
"...went to Tang Mansion."
The air seemed to be quiet for a moment, and became a little solemn for some reason. Xia Chichi peeked at the Venerable Suzaku, who was silent for a moment, and sighed: "Chichi, this man doesn't take you into his heart, so stop it."
Xia Chichi's face was expressionless.
Zhao Changhe doesn't know I'm here, so why are I here... As for the Huangfu Mansion, the coquettish concubine is usually in the palace. Whoever has enough to eat goes to the Huangfu Mansion... She thought for a moment and said carefully: "
Sir, he may enter the palace and steal the concubine."
Suzaku blinked his eyes and stood up to leave.
Xia Chichi was dumbfounded: "Sir, where are you going?"
"Oh." Zhuque said, "I have something to tell Huangfu and let her connect with Zhao Changhe."
Xia Chichi hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Honorable Sir, I also want to go in."
Zhuque frowned slightly. This was not because she was not allowed to enter, but because Xia Chichi's status was not suitable for him to enter. Before that, Xia Chichi did not even dare to enter the capital. This time he reluctantly came to the capital and never mentioned it.
Regarding the matter of entering the palace, in the end, she even risked her life just to meet her lover.
But then I thought about it and realized that there was nothing inappropriate. If Chichi was really Xia Longyuan's daughter, could Xia Longyuan still kill her? Maybe there would be sparks when the two met, and Suzaku suddenly wanted to see it.
"The palace is heavily guarded. You can't sneak in casually... I can come and go as I please. What you say..." Suzaku thought for a moment and suddenly smiled: "You must go in. You can disguise yourself as Huangfu's personal maid, but you have to be aggrieved.
You one or two, you have to listen to Huangfu, at least show respect on the face of it."
Xia Chichi gritted her teeth: "It's just a temporary expediency, what's wrong with her for two days?"
Zhuque couldn't hide his smile and left leisurely: "Then you wait, I will go to Huangfu first and ask her to find an excuse to leave the palace and go to the other garden. I will take you in directly and that's it."
In front of Tang's house.
"King Shura, please come in." The guard nodded and bowed: "The first one is waiting for His Highness in the living room."
It seems that through the false king "King Shura", their "His Highness" also took advantage of the situation and spoke without any violation.
Zhao Changhe stepped inside, and from afar he saw Baoqin standing outside the corridor waving a handkerchief: "Here, here."
Zhao Changhe's solemn mood was shattered by this handkerchief. This is not Wanhua Tower... and the Demon Suppression Division is not a brothel.
As a result, as soon as he walked to Baoqin, Baoqin immediately shouted: "You are here. Miss has been coughing up blood recently. Please help me..."
Zhao Changhe's heart skipped a beat and he quickly entered the living room.
Tang Wanzhuang was sitting at the table, making tea. The tea was fragrant and the water vapor was steaming. At first glance, it looked as beautiful as a fairyland. However, the paleness of her face again and the occasional light cough completely destroyed all the artistic conception.
It was late summer, and the weather was extremely hot, but Tang Wanzhuang still wore thick clothes. Although she didn't even wear mink fur like when we first met, it was still thick enough to be worn in spring and autumn.
"Why are you still playing elegantly here?" Zhao Changhe stepped inside and grabbed her pulse: "Don't move, let me take a look."
Tang Wanzhuang curled her lips and winked at Baoqin.
That means you go quickly and don't look here. I still have to maintain a minimum demeanor.
Baoqin rolled his eyes, backed out and closed the door. Who wants to look at you, you guys with needle eyes!
However, nothing happened inside that would cause anyone to get a needle's eye. Zhao Changhe checked his pulse, frowned tightly, and looked very serious.
Tang Wanzhuang secretly glanced at his expression and whispered: "Don't curse."
Zhao Changhe almost laughed angrily: "You also know that you will be scolded."
Tang Wanzhuang muttered: "I didn't force anything to cause it, you can't blame me."
It's true that she didn't do anything forcefully, but it was just that the weather had changed, and it was extremely painful to worry about it, and the root of her illness was her soul. But how could she not worry about it? As long as she was still the head of the imperial court, she was still in the late Tang Dynasty.
Unless she really gets rid of her armor and returns home, is that possible?
Zhao Changhe sighed, and finally couldn't blame him. He just said: "Do you know how serious your situation is now?"
"I taught you your medical skills."
"..."
Tang Wanzhuang knew very well that the damage caused by the recurrence of this old disease was more serious than the original one, but she could not show her cowardice. Once she said, "I can't survive, please help me." For the two of them, the treatment mode was just like asking for sex.
Zhao Changhe shook his head, walked to the side table, took out a pen and paper, made a list, and went out and handed it to Baoqin: "Get these medicinal materials immediately, and also bring the coal stove for boiling the medicine.
"
Baoqin was very surprised. She thought you were going to gnaw inside. It seemed that the situation was really serious. She didn't think about it anymore, took the prescription and left quickly.
Zhao Changhe sat back next to Tang Wanzhuang, reached out and held her palm, and the Rejuvenation Secret was silently operating.
This was an advanced rejuvenation technique that had been combined with the healing power of the immortal blood demon body. Tang Wanzhuang suddenly felt a sense of spring coming back to the earth in her body, which was many times stronger than before.
.
She stared blankly at Zhao Changhe's face. He was much quieter when they met this time, which made people feel much more reliable.
Time has passed since he entered the world of martial arts. Two years ago, he was a high-spirited young man who talked a lot about things. Now he is like the backbone of the family, silently supporting everything.
"I can't blame you." Zhao Changhe suddenly spoke at this moment: "Your recurring illness is partly my fault. After all, I killed the prefect and worked with the rebels. Just don't blame me."
Tang Wanzhuang was silent for a moment and whispered: "I don't blame you."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment. He forgot what he wanted to say and continued after a long time: "...I want to see Xia Longyuan, can you arrange for me to enter the palace?"
Tang Wanzhuang was stunned: "Why did you see him?"
Zhao Changhe said: "Why, you don't want me to be the prince anymore? How can I become the prince and rebel if I don't see him?"
Tang Wanzhuang was excited: "I'm going to report to him and let him declare..."
"Stop announcing it." Zhao Changhe sighed: "The court officials who follow the rules are indeed respectable, but they are also stupid. This is really contradictory."
Tang Wanzhuang: "...I'm not that pedantic either!"
This little show of protest finally dispersed the solemn atmosphere. Zhao Changhe couldn't help but smile: "Aren't you pedantic?"
Tang Wanzhuang said angrily: "If I were so stubborn and pedantic, who would kiss you before marriage?"
Explosive kill.
Zhao Changhe blinked: "Then take me and sneak in."
Tang Wanzhuang said helplessly: "I can take you into the palace secretly, but how can I take you into the inner palace? I can't even enter the inner palace myself. Do you expect me to enter the inner palace at will?"
Zhao Changhe was shocked: "That can't be done!"
Tang Wanzhuang looked at him sideways.
The two of them looked at each other and knew in their hearts who they should talk to about this matter.
Tang Wanzhuang said angrily: "Obviously you can just take the right path and let him let you in! Oh..."
At the end of the sentence, he suddenly trembled and couldn't help but moan.
The two of them kept holding each other's hands. During the conversation, Zhao Changhe had been using the Rejuvenation Technique to nurse her back to health. At this time, some wounds happened to be repaired. The numbness of the healing made Tang Wanzhuang unable to hold back for a moment.
"Your Highness, the medicine is here...la...la..." Baoqin entered the door excitedly, then slowly backed away with his eyes straight.
What was that sound just now...
Zhao Changhe grabbed the medicine back angrily, and Baoqin suddenly felt an invisible force grabbing the medicine in his hand, as if an invisible big hand flew towards Zhao Changhe's hand with the medicine package.
With a "bang" sound, the door was closed again by an invisible hand.
With tears in her eyes, Baoqin squatted on the ground holding her head that was hit by the door.
Zhao Changhe lit up the fire in the house and added medicine. Tang Wanzhuang poked her head curiously and watched Zhao Changhe take out a small bottle of blood and a small piece of meat from the ring.
"What's this?"
"Fortunately, there is still some blood and flesh left in Xue'ao." Zhao Changhe boiled the flesh and blood together with the medicinal materials, and looked at the fire in a trance: "Now you are not only suffering from the disease itself, but also from overdraft and weakening of your vitality. Even if you are killed
Once the injury is cured, you won't live long. I have to find a way to replenish your vitality. Fortunately, this blood turtle is symptomatic. But you have to promise me that you will never be injured again before it is completely cured, otherwise it will be difficult for the gods to save you.
…”
Tang Wanzhuang opened her mouth, unable to agree to this.
The world is in such chaos, how could she do nothing? As long as she does something, no one can guarantee whether she will get hurt.
Even Zhao Changhe himself knew that this request was almost impossible. He stared at the fire in silence for a while, then turned around angrily, took her into his arms, and chewed her down viciously.
Tang Wanzhuang's eyelashes trembled slightly and she closed her eyes.
This Daxia is already in ruins, and so is her Tang Dynasty makeup. Zhao Changhe's so-called blood-ao refining medicine is mostly just tinkering with it, just like her previous papering of Daxia.
In the last days of life, there is really nothing to be reserved about.