Chapter 115 Slap Feast

Yan Qing smiled faintly and raised her hand to signal Shen Mo to stop, "The air is fresh in the morning, and I don't want to see blood. If Uncle Chen Guo says one more word, don't blame me for having someone pull you down to slap you."

Uncle Chen Guo's face had been swollen into a pig's head, bloodshot eyes were flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were so swollen that he could hardly open them, which showed how powerful the attack was.

At this moment, he was extremely resentful and furious. He pointed at Yan Qing with trembling fingers. However, he didn't know whether he was frightened by her words or was too angry to speak. After pointing for a long time, not a single word came out. Come.

"Originally, we planned to host a banquet for Uncle Chen Guo today, but Uncle Chen Guo turned the banquet into a slap feast on his own... Tsk, I really have nothing to say." Yan Qing smiled faintly, turned around and ordered, "Lu Ming, you are the master of Suzaku City. The regent and uncle Chen are leaving for the imperial capital today to return their orders. Please arrange for more people to deliver them."

Lu Ming nodded, turned to look at the Regent, and said respectfully: "The horses and guards are ready, Regent please."

After speaking, he looked at Chen Guojiu again and said, "Uncle Guo, please invite me."

Uncle Chen Guo looked at Yan Qing with difficulty, and squeezed out two words through his bloody teeth: "Antide... antidote..."

"There is no antidote, so Uncle Lao Guo's trip was in vain." Yan Qing said calmly, with a cold and ruthless voice, "Go back and tell the emperor that the poison he was poisoned will not kill him, but it only occurs two or three days a month. , endure it and it will pass.”

A weak woman like her could endure it, but there was no reason that a grown man couldn't endure that kind of pain.

It’s hard to see the expression on Chen Guojiu’s pig-headed face, but you can imagine that he must have been frightened and angry after hearing these words, “The emperor is the king of a country, and if the eldest princess does this, it will... It will destabilize the country..."

"Before poisoning him, I knew that he was the king of a country." Yan Qing looked leisurely, with a bit of careless mockery, "But so what? What I want to deal with is him, the king of a country."

The beggars on the street were of humble status, but she had no reason to deal with them, right?

"It's getting late, and the weather will get hotter and hotter. We need to hurry back to the imperial capital." Yan Cang's voice was cold, and after speaking, he turned and walked out, "Whoever delays his journey will stay here by himself."

Uncle Chen Guo had not completed his mission in Zhuque City, so how could he be willing to go back empty-handed? What's more, the Imperial Uncle's Palace relies on the Queen Mother and the Emperor to achieve great success. If something happens to the Queen Mother and the Emperor, what else can the Imperial Uncle's Palace rely on?

However, he could not see Yan Qing after staying in Zhuque City for several days. He was slapped mercilessly when he arrived at Ninth Princess Mansion this morning. The regent was in a hurry to leave. What else could he say?

Zhao Yanqing raised his troops to investigate?

It was obvious that Uncle Chen Guo had been beaten to the point of losing his momentum and did not dare to yell at Yan Qing anymore. If Yan Qing really pulled him down to hit him with a plank, in this unfamiliar place, where people were cutters and slaves, and he was fish and meat, what would happen? Is there any room for resistance?

Accusing the regent of not taking the antidote seriously?

But now even the emperor and the queen mother have to look at the regent's face. How can he find the courage to accuse the regent?

The more Uncle Chen thought about it, the more he felt that not only was his trip in vain, but the long journey was not only hard work, but also brought about an unreasonable disaster. After returning to the imperial capital, he even had to be reprimanded by the Queen Mother and the Emperor for not doing things well...

"Uncle, please." Seeing that he had been standing still, Lu Ming urged him calmly, "There is definitely no antidote. Even if you stay here and don't leave, or kneel down and kowtow to Her Royal Highness, it won't help, so go back quickly. Reply to the decree."

Yan Qing glanced at him and turned to leave.

Originally, she wanted to send it to the regent in person, but it was no longer necessary. She didn't want to see this ugly, pig-like face, which was off-putting.

Lu Ming will take care of the next thing by himself. It won't be a big problem whether she, the eldest princess, shows up.

Returning to Qihuang Hall, Chen Yu respectfully asked for instructions: "Your Highness has not slept all night. I will prepare some food for His Highness. Your Highness will eat something to cushion his stomach before going to sleep."

Yan Qing hummed, walked to the dressing table and sat down. Several maids in the palace quickly came forward to take off the hairpins and jewelry, and someone brought warm water to cleanse His Highness's face.

After cleaning up, Yan Qing simply ate some breakfast and asked someone to send one to Wen Jin.

"Watch him eat," Yan Qing said, "After finishing, clean up and let him rest."

"yes."

Reversing day and night won't make Wen Jin sleep better, but with light during the day, at least he won't feel too lonely.

But even so, Wen Jin still couldn't sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, I would either dream about my childhood, or the nightmare from my previous life would appear in my mind. This kind of physical and mental torture was a hundred times more torturous than being beaten and punished.

After bathing, Wen Jin stood in front of the window wearing white pajamas. She couldn't help but start to feel dazed again. Her head was gently pressed against the window. Her whole body was surrounded by an invisible hazy color. She didn't even notice that the maid came in. arrive.

"Sir." The maid put the breakfast on the table, "His Highness asked you to have breakfast and then go to sleep."

Wen Jin came back to her senses and turned to look at her: "Your Highness didn't go out?"

"without."

Wen Jin was slightly startled, and the suppressed emotions in his heart were subtly relieved. He walked to the table and sat down. He looked at the several exquisite breakfast items on the table. He raised his hand to bring the lean meat porridge to him and took a basket of soup dumplings. : "You can take the rest and divide them. This is enough for me."

The maid hesitated: "Master, you are a man, how can this be enough?"

Wen Jin lowered his head to eat quietly, as if he didn't want to say anything more.

The maid had no choice but to nod: "Yes."

Wen Jin ate a little fast. Although his years of upbringing made him calm and elegant, his speed was indeed faster than usual. In the past, he only ate to keep from starving to death. He didn't care much about what he ate or how it tasted in his mouth.

He even often had symptoms of anorexia.

Today, I don't know if it was because the breakfast tasted good or he was in a hurry to do something, but a basket of soup dumplings was quickly eaten. Wen Jin lowered his head to finish the lean meat porridge, raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and stood up to walk out.

"Young Master." The maid reminded, "Your Highness asked you to sleep."

Wen Jin paused slightly and continued to walk out.

The maid became more helpless and had to remind him again: "You haven't changed your clothes yet."

This time, Wen Jin paused for a little longer and looked down at himself. He was wearing pajamas after taking a bath. There was nothing wrong with staying in his room, but he was disheveled when he walked out, which violated etiquette.

Wen Jin looked in the direction of Qihuang Courtyard. It was not like this that he had come out before, but it was always in the middle of the night. He would never dare to appear in front of His Highness in this manner during the day.