Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

The entire imperial city was snowy, but the Chaoyang Hall was warm as spring. The woman on the throne was beautiful and lonely, with her slender fingers holding a scroll of memorials, and Shen Ning was silent.

The beauty was fascinating, but no one dared to take another look.

The discussion of the ministers is over, and only this last memorial is left. I don’t know how to deal with it—an official in southern Fujian discovered that the old female monarch’s ministry was mobilizing and lobbying the border generals to come to Beijing to rescue them.

There was news from the palace that it was the national teacher who released the female monarch from the dark prison, but I don't know if it was because of this.

The hearts of the ministers were different, and it took a long time to hear the first note slapped on the case. The cold voice did not contain any emotions: "This matter will be discussed later, you should withdraw first."

Everyone was stunned, not strangling but shelving, but no one dared to question the powerful national teacher now, quietly retreating.

After the maid and the **** had also retired, Qing Yi leaned back in the chair, rubbed his brows while holding the heater, and had a headache.

The one who was still running for Xu Zhaosu was her relatives, Xu Wan, the eldest princess of Liyue. According to the original copy, she should have sent someone to kill Xu Wan and cut off the last trace of concern in Xu Zhaosu's heart.

It was also Xu Wan who died. Xu Zhaosu was unaccompanied, and finally mad and desperate to escape from the imperial city. Soldiers approached the city and burned her alive.

But now, she didn't dare to die like this, madly pulling hatred for herself.

Assassinating Xu Wan, angering Xu Zhaosu, and dying quickly; letting Xu Wan go, and waiting for others to entangle with forces, he still died quickly.

"What to do?" Shi Qingyue looked up at the sky, completely not wanting to choose one of the two here.

The system is indifferent and ruthless: "There are 28 days left."

Shi Qingyue: "..."

I know I can't count on you.

Standing at the top of the power of a country, there are so many things beyond the ordinary. When Shi Qingyue managed to deal with everything, it was already the moon and the willows. After a day of heavy snowfall, it was still raging. When she walked to Mingze Palace, it was already night. In the quadrangle, the four-corner palace lanterns hung outside the hall, glowing with a warm gleam in the icy snowy night.

She stopped at the hall door for a long time, and when she walked in, the side door opened slightly, and the girl inside was leaning on the soft couch with her eyebrows lowered, her glazed eyes were dim and her black hair scattered, and she was being helped to feed the medicine.

Shi Qingyue raised his brows slightly. Isn't this the medicine boy who was fed the medicine who had stayed up all night yesterday?

Seeing her coming, everyone hurriedly bowed to her. She stretched out her hand and did not go in. They just stood at the gate of the temple and watched quietly.

The medicine boy quietly touched the thin female gentleman's wrist in a corner that no one knew. The pale wrist bone stiffened for a moment, and the little knuckle trembled unconsciously.

Shi Qingyue took a pretensely inadvertent look, and the part that stretched out was a bluish frostbite, winding all the way to the bottom of the cuff.

The Mingze Palace has not changed much from the previous years, except that the furniture and tables are older and several stoves have been burned on the ground, so it doesn’t feel cold when the door is open to let the air out. Everyone is silent, only that. The blind girl didn't know anything, she still drank the medicine mouthful.

Drinking a bowl is not enough. There are other things. When the person was brought up, the man frowned slightly. I don’t know if he was in a hurry, but he choked. The Chinese teacher who has been silent seems to have subconsciously stepped forward. , And stopped abruptly when it was close at hand.

The back of Xu Zhaosu's hand was unconsciously tight, and he tilted his head and asked in a mute voice, "Who?"

Although she could not see, she could hear the footsteps.

Everyone around was trembling and afraid to answer. The phoenix eyes of the master of the National Teacher were condensed while the candle was swaying, and the cold made people tremble. After a long while, someone trembled and replied: "Yes...Is the imperial physician, come to ask your majesty for a pulse. "

Shi Qingyi didn't dare to move, and glanced at the imperial physician to his side. The imperial physician staggered forward to ask for the pulse of the weak. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qingyi slowly backed away until he completely exited the temple.

Xu Zhaosu's eyes remained motionless, his slender and pale fingers clenched his sleeves subconsciously, carefully distinguishing the slight sound from the chaotic sound of footsteps, and his eyes were slightly cold when the footsteps completely exited the hall, and he was quickly stunned by crow feathers. Long eyelashes cover the mood under the eyes.

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The lights flickered, the wind and snow blew away from outside the eaves, shaking a candle in the room, and the night was dark after drinking the medicine. Xu Zhaosu was weak and went to bed early, but the hall still sent a child maid to continue the fire.

It was night, the little maid of the night watch finally couldn't help but fell asleep in the outer hall, and those who had already fallen asleep quietly opened their eyes. There was no emotion in the empty eyes, only the chill that made the back chill.

After a long time, he let out a hoarse: "She's gone?"

The medicine boy who was kneeling on the couch looked out and said in a low voice: "I left after Zishi and stood outside for more than an hour."

But he didn't come in, just looking at your Majesty in the wind, and he couldn't see his thoughts clearly between his eyebrows and eyes.

—I don’t know what vicious idea I was thinking about again.

The heavy snow outside the window mixed with the cold wind slapped on the window lattice. You can imagine how strong the wind is. Xu Zhaosu continued to ask: "Have you returned to the Yuming Palace?"

"No," Yaotong shook his head wonderingly, "I just went to the study room next door to take a rest, I probably still can't worry about you."

The Mingze Hall has not been cleaned for a long time, the main hall is dilapidated, and the study has long been dilapidated. How could a person like Shi Qingyi condescend to be here? It must be rest assured that your majesty must always monitor your majesty's movements.

Insurgents and thieves!

Xu Zhaosu closed his eyes slightly, and for a long time, he heard a hoarse question: "What else did she say?"

Yaotong scratched his head and said in a puzzled way: "Just let us not be too hot the next time we give the medicine, and..."

"Also, let me prepare some sour plums next time I take the medicine."

Yaotong didn't know why this was the reason, and he didn't know why the hand of the lady on the couch hiding under the quilt suddenly squeezed, tightly tightening the curtain of the bed, almost feeling out of breath for a moment.

At the beginning, Shi Qingyue intended to participate in politics, but she dismissed Shi Qingyue under the persuasion of the ministers. She was displeased by Shi Qingyue, and went away on the spot in the court hall. When she calmed the officials to find Shi Qingyue, the Yuming Palace was locked. It means blatantly not letting in.

Before meeting Shi Qingyue, she had never felt that as the Ninth Five-Year Lord, she would have such an embarrassing day, such a day of desperation.

For such a person, to be able to stand outside the gate of the palace waiting for two hours in the midst of the snowy winter, just because she was afraid that she would be angry and wanted to see her.

She always remembered that the snow that day was very heavy, and the door opened suddenly until late at night when she almost couldn't stand her fall. The beautiful woman only wore a snow-white cloak, with her long hair draped behind her, standing at the door carrying a palace lantern. Walking out slowly: "Why is your Majesty still here?"

The voice was cold and cold, like the white snow of that winter.

She didn't have the strength to speak, and when Shi Qingyue came out, she had spent all of her energy, and she fell into a blank space in front of her.

But instead of falling into the snow, someone threw the lamp and came over to catch her.

When she woke up, she was already in the side hall of the Yuming Hall. The Yuming Hall, which has always been forbidden to anyone, was opened for her for the first time. The cold-looking woman was sitting on the side of the couch in a single dress, with her long hair piled on her snow-white shoulders, and her slender fingers. He took a book, looked at it with a low eyebrow, and said lightly: "Your Majesty is awake."

If it weren't for a copper basin beside the couch, she might have really believed that Shi Qingyue didn't care about her.

Before waking up, she clearly felt that someone was wiping her sweaty forehead with a wet wipe.

This person is always like this, even if the face is always cold and inaccessible, there is always a hint of gentleness that is not easily detectable in certain details, so the female king who traverses the world fell for it, and gave her the whole world to make her laugh.

At that time, waiting for the Jin Zunyu noble female monarch to suffer a serious illness, she stayed in the Yuming Hall for as long as she was ill, and the medicine that she drank from the cold was extremely bitter. After finishing the medicine, I found a few more sour plums in the plate beside me.

The girl in white did not squint, looked at her book quietly, and said indifferently: "It's just that I want to eat sour plums for the past two days. If your majesty doesn't like it, please take it down."

The wind and snow had stopped, the sunset after the snow fell on the woman's cold eyebrows, and her white and exquisite earlobes seemed to be tinged with crimson.

Where can you not be happy? Just because she was so happy, she was allowed to participate in politics the next day, which was unprecedented in hundreds of years.

Now it seems that everything is so like a well-planned playful, carefully arranged step by step.

Yaotong was still talking in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the eldest princess does not know what is going on right now. It is said that the news has reached the imperial city. If the eldest princess has an accident, you must leave the palace immediately—"

The female gentleman closed her eyes and forced a cry from her teeth: "The plan remains the same."

The wind and snow outside the window were rushing, and it knocked on people's hearts. On the other side of the wall, Shi Qingyue raised his head and rubbed his eyebrows.

The hands were frozen stiff, he couldn't move, and even his movements were sluggish.

The heavy snow in February turned out to be so cold. Was it also the same when Xu Zhaosu was waiting for her?

Wait until even the heart sinks.