Daughter Of Rebellious Minister

At night, it was snowing and the temperature plummeted. At night, Meng Zixian could not sleep well. She kept tossing and turning in her dreams with a splitting headache and shortness of breath.

When she opened her eyes, she let out a breath of turbid air, as if her throat was on fire. The moment she opened her mouth, she heard a hoarse voice.

Ling'er didn't hear her, so Meng Zixian got up, put on her shoes, put on her cloak, and walked out.

It was still snowing outside. Snow was falling down, turning the ground into water. A thick layer of snow accumulated on the ground. From afar, it looked white.

"The winter here is so cold." Meng Zixian was sniffling and looked very sick.

When she came here, she was often sick and her health was much worse than before. It seemed like she really had to cherish this life a bit more. After all, no one was so lucky as to have a new life.

"Little Lord, why did you come out?" Ling'er walked in with a bag in her hands. When she saw her, she frowned and asked worriedly.

Ling'er and Meng Zi walked into the room. Ling'er helplessly said, "Little Lord, please don't scare this servant. You had a fever last night."

"This winter has arrived. It's best for you to not go out at night."

Meng Zixian covered her red nose and nodded.

Ling'er fiddled with the coals in the brazier, pushing the brazier closer to Meng Zixian, "Little Lord, you should warm up first. I'll be going to fry the medicine."

Meng Zixian looked at the charcoal fire. A warm feeling spread through her body, and sleepiness overcame her. When she came in, she found Ling'er wrapped in a blanket, lying down on the side and sleeping.

After waking her up and drinking the medicine, Ling'er let her son go.

It was noon, and Meng Zixian's fever finally stopped. Her body was soft and her mouth was tasteless. She was drinking porridge and looking drowsy.

"Yo, what happened today?"

Meng Zixian raised his head to look. Gu Jingcheng was wearing thick clothes, but he still had a warm smile on his face as he walked in.

"Greetings, King Jing." When Ling'er saw Gu Jing Cheng, she immediately bowed and left with the people beside him, closing the door behind them.

"Sigh, I saved someone last night. Seriously, I jumped into the water in the middle of winter." Meng Zixian rested her head on the back of her hand and closed her eyes to rest.

As he spoke, he yawned and recounted what happened yesterday. He felt as though he was about to fall asleep.

Gu Jing Cheng saw that she was really too sleepy, so he got up, "You can rest."

He saw this thing, it wasn't as innocent as Meng Zixian.

Meng Zixian suddenly fell asleep on the table. Gu Jingcheng felt helpless. He walked up and picked up the man, put him on the bed and covered him with the blanket. Then, he left the room with light footsteps.

When Ling'er saw that he had come out, she was prepared to greet him, but he stopped her. He said softly, "She's asleep. You take good care of her."

Ling'er nodded.

Gu Jing Cheng and his attendants left and said, "Wait here. When there's no one around, use my name to go to the Imperial Hospital and get some tonics. Afterwards, you will come here."

"Yes."

When Gu Jing City was in his own place, Song Qishen came to his own door.

When he walked in, he almost tripped on the door.

"This year is over, so there's no need for Brother Song to make such a grand gesture." Gu Jingcheng hurriedly stepped forward to take a look and joked as he did so.

Song Que gave him an unhappy look. He walked in and poured himself a cup of tea. Gu Jing Cheng had just arrived and the tea was so cold that it made Song Que frown.

"What's going on? It's like I ate gunpowder? " Gu Jingcheng asked as he sat on a stool at the side.

Song Que gave a cold humph: "I met a rotten peach blossom."

"Oh? "Tell me about it." Gu Jing City became interested.

Song Que slightly narrowed his eyes. He seemed to have thought of something. His whole body seemed to have felt something dirty.

"Last night, a palace maid tried to climb onto my bed and drugged me …"

When Gu Jing Cheng heard this, he almost laughed out loud. However, he suddenly thought of something and became serious: "If you really did crawl, your head might be lying on the ground."

"The harem is the emperor's harem. Everything is his. Even if you don't have the heart to lay your hands on it, I'm sure our emperor will not forgive you that easily." Gu Jing Cheng subconsciously looked at the table as he spoke.

Song Que sighed. "The rebel government is going to leave the palace today. That palace maid, I gave her a warning."

"Whether this is intentional or unintentional, whether it's a conspiracy or if it's really just a broken peach blossom, we need to find out clearly." Gu Jingcheng lightly smiled and spoke in a low voice.

Song Que thought about what Meng Zixian said to him yesterday. He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but somehow, he felt more and more that what that palace maid did was different from what he usually saw. He couldn't help but be cautious.

It was a good thing he was careful. Otherwise, if he really did get into bed, wouldn't he be fine?

Gu Jingcheng was only angry because he felt that this sort of thing was absurd.

"Right, the little leopard is sick."

"Who?"

Gu Jingcheng was speechless and explained, "Meng Zixian."

Gu Jing City seemed to sigh with emotion, "So I wasn't the only one who felt that this woman was like a cunning leopard cat."

"You've got the wrong point!" Gu Jingcheng shot him a glance.

He suddenly told Song Que what Meng Zian said. After Song Qishen heard it, his expression became serious.

He didn't have to use conspiracy theories to sneak out in the middle of the night and commit suicide. Although there were reasons for doing so, it was for the sake of his lover's refusal to sleep with him.

"What I'm worried about is that someone is already eyeing her. This isn't a good feeling. "

Song Que said in a deep voice: "It's just a chess piece. If it was broken, then of course it would be eaten."

When Gu Jing Cheng heard this, his expression turned cold: "You don't want this chess piece, just give it to me."

Song Que heard this and was surprised. He raised his head and saw his friend was serious. He wasn't joking.

"Don't ruin it, I want it." Gu Jingcheng solemnly said as he stared at Song Qishen.

Song Que felt a bit uncomfortable inside, but he didn't know why he was so dejected. He saw through his friend's thoughts. The two had been together for a long time, so he nodded in agreement.

"It's getting late, I'm leaving the palace today." Gu Jingcheng got up and left with his men in the carriage.

Song Que took a detour all the way to Meng Zian's room.

Ling'er greeted Song Que. "Where's Meng Zixian?"

"Reporting to Master, Young Master is sleeping."

"How long have you been asleep?"

"It's been four hours."

"Wake up, I don't have much time. Hurry up."

When Meng Zixian was woken up, his heart was agitated. With a cold face, he saw Ling'er waiting for him to put on her clothes.

Song Qi was welcomed into the room. Meng Zixian was sitting on a stool, looking drowsy, and her eyelids were twitching.

Seeing Song Que come in, Meng Zixian said helplessly, "Master Song, what did I do wrong? You have to wake me up when I'm sleeping soundly!"

"I'm a patient." Meng Zixian's voice was nasal. It didn't sound like he was criticizing her, but rather like she was acting coquettishly.