With Zhu Xinghe's words, the people were relieved.

Someone spoke first: "Let's go!" Seeing that Princess Han's face is not very good, let's get out of the way first and let the princess go back to the house to rest! ”

Soon, the crowd made way for Zhu Xinghe.

Looking at these people looking at themselves as if they were carrying starlight in their eyes, Zhu Xinghe couldn't tell what kind of feeling she felt in her heart.

It's joy, it's happiness, and there's a sense of accomplishment that you wouldn't have if you do anything else.

After returning to the house, the Imperial Doctor had already arrived.

After experiencing many things in the Fang Cai Palace, most of the imperial doctors had palpitations. Even if you want to take the pulse of Zhu Xinghe at this moment, you are also careful.

In fact, Zhu Xinghe's temperament is already good, and he will not embarrass these imperial doctors. So seeing them like this, it was a few words of comfort, and the imperial doctor's heart was a little relieved.

And Ling Tianhan's side is a lot more headache than Zhu Xinghe's here.

After Prince Ping died, there were many troubles in the palace that they needed to deal with. The most difficult thing to do is the ministers who are obedient to Prince Ping's words on weekdays. From this moment, it was suddenly learned that Prince Ping had died in the palace, and some of them still did not give up. And among these people, there are also some ministers who always oppose Ling Tianhan and them on weekdays. In their hearts, they still seem to feel that even if Prince Ping is dead, they still have a chance to make another move.

In this way, Lin Qinghan had to do not only explain to them how Prince Ping died at his hands, but also to suppress these ministers who did not obey orders.

There is also Zhuo Anxun, who was originally a paralyzed person who couldn't move freely, but now he was suddenly able to move, so naturally he had to explain to these ministers.

The emperor is mediocre and incompetent, he can't do such a thing. His Majesty the Emperor, after experiencing this life and death, the whole person was nested in the palace of Ling Guifei Niangniang, unwilling to come out and unwilling to see anyone, so he handed over everything to Ling Tianhan and Zhuo Anxun, and he was idle.

Before you know it, it's late at night.

Prince Ping is now dead, and the other rebellious ministers and thieves no longer have the heart of thieves, and they don't have the strength to compete with Zhuo Anxun.

Therefore, the huge palace is almost all under the control of Zhuo Anxun. Naturally, Ling Tianhan is also his right-hand man.

In fact, Ling Tianhan had already sensed that something was wrong with Zhu Xinghe today. To be precise, there was something wrong all the way back. So he wanted to go back to the mansion as soon as possible to see Zhu Xinghe, but there were many things in this palace, always one after another, so that Ling Tianhan had no chance to return to the mansion.

By the time Zhuo Anxun finally felt tired, the sky was already showing the white belly of the fish.

After a night of standing and walking, Zhuo Anxun's walking appearance at this moment no longer looks so strange.

He walked towards Ling Tianhan with a smile, although the whole person stayed up all night, he still looked like he was in good spirits: "King Han, it's really happy today!" As soon as Prince Ping died, this king felt that he had the motivation to do anything! King Han, let's go, let's go pick up my father and have breakfast. Then when it comes to the early dynasty, it will announce the death of Prince Ping of the world! ”

Looking at Zhuo Anxun like this, Ling Tianhan took a step back, hugged Zhuo Anxun, and was respectful and polite: "Brother Wang, I won't go." I wanted to go back to the house to see Ah Xing, but she seemed to be unwell. ”

Speaking of Zhu Xinghe, Zhuo Anxun's eyes changed.

Behind him, he patted Ling Tianhan's shoulder: "I know that the two of you are in love with each other, but there is no need to be like this." She'll be fine, not to mention that there is no grass in the world. Now we don't have to be pressed by others, and you don't have to be so careful. ”

Ling Tianhan was stunned for a moment, only to realize that Zhuo Anxun thought that he was good to Zhu Xinghe, even if it was his decision to marry Zhu Xinghe that day, was it because of Zhu Xinghe's identity?

So Ling Tianhan took a step back again, and his tone was firm: "Brother Wang, Weichen will not accompany you." Ah Xing is alone in the house, and there are many things to deal with. Weichen went back first, and came back early. ”

In fact, even Zhuo Anxun could hear that Ling Tianhan was talking to himself, as if he had already been divided into kings and ministers.

He wanted to reach out and pat Ling Tianhan's shoulder again, but he felt that it was no longer appropriate now.

So he just sighed, and said to Ling Tianhan, and to himself: "King Han, no matter what kind of identity we become between us in the future, don't forget everything these days." Our two brothers will never be like our father and the prince and uncle, do you understand what this king means? ”

He was also telling Ling Tianhan that if he became an emperor one day, he would definitely not go that far with Ling Tianhan.

Ling Tianhan bowed slightly, clenched his fists and said goodbye.

Facing the white belly of the fish on the horizon, when Ling Tianhan went to the house, he saw that everyone in Kyoto today seemed to be different.

Each of them looked in anticipation in the direction of the palace, and after seeing Ling Tianhan, they also cheered.

In this huge capital, it seems that no one is saddened by the death of Prince Ping's father and son.

But in front of Ling Tianhan, there is only one goal: he wants to go back to his home, and he wants to see Zhu Xinghe!

Unlike the bustle outside, the Han Wangfu is quiet.

The guards at the door guarded with a spirit of 120,000 points, and after seeing Ling Tianhan, they bowed their heads and saluted as always.

Ling Tianhan turned over and dismounted at the door, and asked the guard, "Where is Madam?" Is the Imperial Doctor here? ”

The guard immediately clenched his fists at Ling Tianhan and replied respectfully, "Madame has already fallen asleep. The imperial doctor came last night and left after seeing his wife, and the lady did not call the imperial doctor again, only said that she was tired and did not ask anyone to disturb her. ”

These words were a little vague, which made Ling Tianhan frown more and more: "Before the imperial doctor left, could you say how is the lady's body?" ”

The guard shook his head: "The imperial doctor didn't say anything, and his subordinates didn't dare to ask." ”

After all, he was the guard of the outer courtyard, so naturally he couldn't go to the inner courtyard where Zhu Xinghe was located to ask questions.

Now that Feng Chi'er is also injured, he must not know, Ling Tianhan understands that he can't ask anything from the guards, so he walks inside.

The courtyard where Xinghe is located is still the same as always. It was about to dawn, and everyone got up, and when they saw Ling Tianhan, they also greeted him.

Ling Tianhan looked at the closed door and knew that Zhu Xinghe would not wake up so early. But after asking a circle of subordinates, without the wind chimes, he couldn't ask half a sentence. The subordinates only said that the imperial doctor had prescribed some medicine and was boiling on the stove, and the lady told them not to disturb and to rest well. As for what kind of medicine he asked the imperial doctor to prescribe, the subordinates were all in a unified voice: Mrs. did not say it, nor did she let the imperial doctor say it, just let them boil the medicine.

Such an abnormal appearance made Ling Tianhan not care so much.

He pushed open the door and saw Zhu Xinghe lying on the bed still asleep.

The room seemed to be different from usual, but Ling Tianhan couldn't tell what the difference was.

If the color is slightly bright today, Ling Tianhan's eyesight is very good, so naturally he doesn't need to hold the lamp.

Seeing that the soothing incense in the incense burner next to him had long been extinguished, he was about to go up and light it again.

But in the dimness, I heard Zhu Xinghe's sleepy voice: "Master, don't light the lamp!" ”

She hadn't woken up yet, and her voice seemed to have a bit of coquettishness that was rarely heard on weekdays.