It’s Better to be the Empress Dowager

Master Tang's cold fingers gripped the handle of the knife tightly, not knowing whether it was cold or not, his whole body was shaking. In fact, she didn't know how to use a knife at all, and she couldn't lift a knife with her strength. If the person who came was really a Tatar, the only thing Master Tang could do was to self-destruct.

The place was quickly surrounded, and the head of the person saw the situation clearly, overjoyed, and shouted: "I found it, the prince is here!"

A crowd of people swarmed up, and Master Tang drew his knife with a scratch, without shy away from the tip of the knife, and pointed directly at the group of people: "Who are you?"

The person in the lead was dedicated to saving Zhao Chengjun, and didn't pay attention to Tang Shishi next to him. Master Tang drew his sword abruptly, and he was almost hit. He hurriedly backed away several steps, evading it. After he settled down, he looked at Master Tang and frowned: "What are you doing? Oh, you really are from the palace, and now you have finally revealed the tail of the fox."

Master Tang was tense all night, and now his spirit has reached the extreme. She sneered, no matter who it was, she shouted with all her strength: "Get out!"

The people around were rioting. They wanted to go forward and take it, but Master Tang was dangling with the knife. They were afraid that Master Tang would accidentally draw King Jing on him, one by one, and they did not dare to attack. In the stalemate, a person came from behind and asked: "What's the matter?"

When everyone turned around, they were overjoyed when they saw the visitors: "My son."

Everyone gave way to Zhao Zixun, and Zhao Zixun separated the crowd and walked to the forefront. There is still a bandage on his arm, which seems to have just been bandaged. Zhao Zixun saw Zhao Chengjun at a glance. He then looked at Master Tang, who was holding the knife tightly and somewhat delirious. He sighed slightly and said, "Master Tang, it's me. Put the knife down. My father lost too much blood and needs immediate treatment. ."

Zhao Zixun originally thought that Master Tang didn't know the people in the outer courtyard of the palace, and it was normal for him to refuse to release the knife, but Zhao Zixun was the son of the eldest son. Once he appeared, people who were suspicious and did not understand the situation should believe it. However, unexpectedly, Master Tang still stared at Zhao Zixun with a vigilant gaze, and the knife in his hand was reluctant to relax: "Who knows what exactly are you doing?"

Zhao Zixun was surprised, and said unexpectedly: "I doubt me? I am the son of the world, how could I harm my father?"

Tang Shishi was in the rain all night, and his mind turned more and more slowly, unknowingly revealing his true attitude towards Zhao Zixun. Now that he heard Zhao Zixun's words, Master Tang was sober.

Yeah, what is she doing? This is Zhao Zixun, the current son of Prince Jing's Mansion and the true emperor of the future.

This is the hero.

Master Tang was stunned, the eyes of the people around him became strange. In their opinion, King Jing adopted Zhao Zixun, provided him with rich clothing, jade food, and taught him the six arts of civil and martial arts. It was too late for Zhao Zixun to be grateful to King Jing. How could he be disadvantaged by King Jing? Master Tang suspected that others could barely explain it, but she saw Zhao Zixun and subconsciously stopped them.

The subconscious mind can't deceive people. There is only one possibility, that is, she is careful and wants to prevent them from saving King Jing.

Everyone looked at Master Tang's gazes getting worse and worse. This is really a very simple logic. Zhao Zixun is the adopted son of King Jing. King Jing treats him like a mountain. Zhao Zixun is also very filial to him. However, Master Tang is a woman sent by the Queen Mother. She looks like a confidant. Disaster.

There is no need to choose who the foreign ministers of the Jing Palace will believe. After all, anyone can betray, but the blood of a single family will not.

If Master Tang didn't know the plot behind, she would think so too. However, as early as the beginning of the story, Zhao Chengjun's end was written.

After the Queen Mother Yao made troubles and became an emperor, Zhao Chengjun attacked the capital under the name of Qingjun, and later sought to usurp the throne and establish himself as an emperor. The conspirators, the world gains and punishes them, the soldiers of the kings of Qin are everywhere, Zhao Chengjun leads people to counter the rebellion, and at the end of a battle, he died in the dark.

Although Zhao Chengjun is dead, the rebellion in various places has basically subsided. Zhao Zixun ascended the throne as the prince, took over the good situation, and flexed his fists. After waiting for a few years, after Zhao Zixun secured the throne, he named his biological father Xu Jing as king and his biological mother Xu as his wife. Although Xu's wife was the country's wife, she was admitted to the court and enjoyed the honor of the Queen Mother. Later, Zhao Zixun didn't even bother to do the façade, so he directly named Xu Jing as emperor and Xu clan as queen mother.

Since then, the Zhao family's world has changed to the Xu family.

Zhao Chengjun spent all his life thinking and conquering, fighting everywhere. In the end, the person remembered by the world was not him, leaving only a vague sentence in the history books, "In case of Liu Jian, Zhao Zong died."

There is no merit, no record, not even the ancestral temple incense.

When Shishi Tang first watched it, he brought it into the perspective of the male protagonist, thinking that he would win the throne without a **** sword, sitting on the world, three thousand beauties, and let his father and grandfather become emperors, Zhao Zixun is indeed the son of the best choice. She only sighed when she turned the page. Zhao Chengjun adopted someone else's son and worked hard for many years, but finally the adopted son recognized his biological father and mother. Zhao Chengjun was busy working on this scene, what exactly did he picture.

At that time, she thought it was a background board, a stepping stone on the way of proclaiming the emperor of a male protagonist. He died and died. What did it have to do with Master Tang? But now, Master Tang was shaken.

She couldn't help thinking, is Zhao Chengjun really died accidentally? Immortal early or late, it happened to solve the rebellion in various places. Is it really a coincidence that the class teacher was shot to death when he was about to return to the court?

Maybe the Buddha sees the Buddha, the evil sees the evil, and the teacher of Tang saves others by himself, always feeling that Zhao Zixun is not innocent. After all, Zhao Chengjun died, and Zhao Zixun was the biggest and only beneficiary.

The two parties stood in a stalemate for a long time, and Zhao Zixun's face gradually cooled. He glanced at the knife in Master Tang's hand and asked, "Master Tang, what do you mean? You don't even trust me?"

Master Tang moved his lips twice, and finally did not say anything. He put down the knife and let Zhao Chengjun who was born behind him: "Naturally not. The little girl was too nervous and admitted the wrong person. Please forgive me."

Zhao Zixun is still a prince, with no real power and no identity, and will never harm Zhao Chengjun at this time. Tang Shishi had just brought him into the perspective of later generations, only then would he subconsciously guard against Zhao Zixun.

After Tang Shishi stepped aside, Zhao Zixun and other courtiers rushed forward and immediately blocked the water surrounding Zhao Chengjun. Teacher Tang was pushed to the periphery unknowingly. She was exposed to the rain all night, and now she was cold like ice. After being pushed out suddenly, she almost couldn't stand firmly.

She shook her body, holding the tree next to her to stabilize her figure. Master Tang stretched out his hand to press his forehead, and the coolness of his fingers spread to the center of his eyebrows, and Master Tang's consciousness followed for a moment.

Master Tang secretly warned himself not to make the mistake of tonight again. Her goal is Zhao Zixun, and all her actions must be based on the interests of Zhao Zixun.

Next time, we must not stand on the opposite side of Zhao Zixun.

Zhao Chengjun slept in a long-lost sleep. In the dream, the darkness ups and downs, and his consciousness sometimes sinks in the darkness, and sometimes returns to the memory of the teenager.

He hadn't thought of living in the Forbidden City for a long time.

In the dream, his mother and concubine were still there, and the Rouyi Hall was warm as spring. The third brother took him to play outside the palace every day, and sometimes was caught by the second brother. The second brother said in a face that he wanted to tell the Taifu and the father, but every time, he concealed it for them.

Since the death of Concubine Guo, Zhao Chengjun has rarely dreamed, and he has difficulty even falling asleep peacefully. He used to lie down for a long time before he could barely feel his sleepiness. Those sleepiness was very shallow, and he would wake up even if there was no sound. Sometimes there was no sound, and he would be awakened by himself.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the mother concubine's body hanging in the Rouyi Hall, shaking and shaking like a white flag. Sometimes, he would dream that his third brother was seriously ill. Empress Dowager Yao's **** pinched his throat and said: "Now the palace is busy with the first emperor Bintian, and the hospital can't spare manpower. I want to come to Teng Wangji. With the heavens and the blessings of your concubine, you will surely heal yourself."

But this time, Zhao Chengjun saw his elder brother who was still a teenager, but he was in a peaceful mood. He woke up peacefully from his dream, with a touch of sentimentality in his heart.

He knew they were gone, and he knew that dreams were just dreams. But such a dream is more like remembering your loved ones than a nightmare.

Zhao Chengjun moved his body and sat up with his arms on the bed. He made a sound here, and people outside heard it, and quickly opened the curtain to come in. When they saw Zhao Chengjun awake, they were very pleasantly surprised: "Master, you are awake!"

Zhao Chengjun hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was a little uncomfortable. His voice was hoarse, and he asked, "When is it?"

"In response to the prince, it is now two quarters."

"What day?"

"September Twelfth."

September twelfth... Zhao Chengjun secretly thought that the day of the attack was the tenth night of September, that is to say, he had slept for two days and one night. Zhao Chengjun asked again: "Where is she?"

Zhao Chengjun asked "she", but the guards couldn't tell men and women and thought they were the sons of the world. The guard clasped his fists and said, "Going back to the prince, the prince has just left. The prince has been with the prince for the past two days. He stayed up all night last night and everyone refused to leave. Today the emperor said that your condition has stabilized. There is a wound on his body and should not be overworked. The eldest son was persuaded by everyone to go back. The eldest son has just left, if he knows that you are awake, he will be very happy. Then go and call the eldest son!

Zhao Chengjun tapped his fingers on the edge of the bed, which was a sign of his impatience. He resisted the mood swings, and still said calmly: "No need. Where's Master Tang?"

The guard was shocked. The first thing the prince woke up was not to ask the assassin, or to worry about his son’s injury, but to ask the woman? The guard looked up in astonishment. Zhao Chengjun glanced at him faintly. The guard immediately retracted his gaze and said respectfully: "Go back to the lord, Miss Tang has returned to camp. She is..."

When the guard said this, he suddenly stunned, and he suddenly realized that he didn't know the movements of Master Tang.

The prince was injured and fell into a coma. Everyone in the camp was like the sky was falling. It was too late to take care of King Jing. Who would care about a little beauty? Had it not been for King Jing asked, the guards still couldn't remember this person.

The guard hesitated and said unsure: "She is probably in her tent..."

Zhao Chengjun's expression became colder and colder when he saw the guard's performance. Without saying anything, he got up from the bed, put on a piece of clothing and walked out.

The guard was shocked and hurried to catch up: "Master, you have not healed from a serious injury. Don't move."

When the guard spoke, the curtain of the main tent was lifted by another wave of people. After the news of Zhao Chengjun's waking up, the tents were all alarmed. Everyone rushed over with the imperial doctor, and even Zhao Zixun arrived quickly.

As soon as they entered the door, they ran into Zhao Chengjun, and they were shocked to see Zhao Chengjun going out. The imperial doctor murmured: "Lord, the Weichen hasn't asked you for a pulse, how can you get out of bed by yourself..."

"Yes, Lord..."

Zhao Chengjun's face was cold, he just glanced at the group of people lightly, "Get out of the way."

Everyone was silent, no one dared to say one more word, and they all gave way to Zhao Chengjun. After Zhao Chengjun left the door, without stopping, he walked straight to the tent of Master Tang.

The tent of Master Tang was very close to the main tent, but the treatment was very different. Zhao Chengjun's account was guarded twelve hours a day before, and someone immediately made up for the lack of water and charcoal, but Master Tang's place was deserted and no one cared.

Master Tang was lying face-in, with the quilt only half covered, and his hair scattered all over the cave in a mess. The little fox was licking Master Tang's fingers, and when he heard the footsteps, he squeaked and yelled at Zhao Chengjun in surprise.

Zhao Chengjun didn't care about the foxes. He thought about whether men and women would give or receive a relationship. He didn't get too close, and he whispered, "Master Tang?"

Master Tang hasn't moved for a long time. The fox whirled around on the collapse, screaming quickly, and the claws made thin white marks on the edges, which was obviously anxious. Zhao Chengjun no longer evasive, he sat down on the side of the cave and reached out his hand to Tang Master's forehead.

As soon as he touched it, his fingers flinched unexpectedly. Zhao Chengjun hurriedly flattened Master Tang. As expected, Master Tang's forehead was hot, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were abnormally chapped.

She has a fever.

Zhao Chengjun looked back at the tea cup on the table, and was immediately furious. He stood up, his voice furious, and deliberately suppressed his voice, and said: "She has a high fever for two days. During this period, you will not pay attention to her, even if there is no one to send water?"

A group of guards stood at the door, stubbornly not daring to raise their heads. Zhao Chengjun suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Call the emperor."