The hall was so quiet that he could hear the shallow breathing of the people on the bed. Xuanjue took off his clothes and boots and was about to get on the bed.

Before pulling the brocade quilt on Wen Wanqing's body, he saw that Wen Wanqing had turned around and his eyes were blurred: "are you coming back?"

Xuanjue lifted the brocade quilt and held it carefully in her arms, avoiding her stomach and saying, "I woke you up. Go to sleep!"

There was only a long breath to answer xuanjue's question. Xuanjue stretched out a hand and flicked it. The candles went out. The whole inner Hall fell into darkness, but the people around him made him feel at ease.

The next day, before dawn, news came from the Ministry of punishment that the assassin had killed himself by biting his tongue in his cell.

Wen Wanqing and xuanjue were having breakfast when they heard the news. At the moment, Wen Wanqing had no appetite and could not eat.

Xuanjue glared at the visitor. The eunuch was trained by Jing'an. Because Jing'an was on duty last night, the son of the meeting came instead of him. Who wanted to tell them the news directly.

Xuanjue just want to attack, was wenwanqing in time to stop.

Miaoling held the tea and handed it over: "queen, rinse your mouth."

"Emperor, I'm fine. I'll have some sour plum soup for a while." Gentle and clear.

Xuanjue snorted coldly, glanced at the eunuch, and asked in a deep voice, "what did you make that assassin spit out?"

The little eunuch shook his head: "the people of the Ministry of punishment used capital punishment, but the man was so stubborn that he didn't say anything. When the adults of the Ministry of punishment went to see him again this morning, they found that he died in the cell."

With a slap, xuanjue dropped his chopsticks into the dishes.

The eunuch was so frightened that he knelt down on the main hall. Wen Wanqing was also startled by xuanjue's action. He waved his hand to signal them to go down.

"Emperor, why do you need it? In fact, you all know that the assassin won't say it. If you dare to assassinate the emperor, you are determined to die. Such a dead man can't ask for words. Why are you angry with yourself?" Wen Wanqing is in a side road.

Xuanjue stared at her and said, "I know I can't ask anything, but I feel very angry in my heart. The people hiding in the dark can send people to assassinate me at will. I don't care. But if they attack you and Xuanqing one day, how can you make me feel at ease?"

Wen Wanqing said with a smile, "no, the Emperor didn't send the guards to protect us. What's more, I have yingyue and Yingxue around me. They will be fine."

As soon as his voice fell, he heard a report from someone outside saying that Mrs. Tang had asked for an audience.

Wen Wanqing patted xuanjue's hand, arranged his clothes for him and said, "emperor, you'd better go to the early court. I think the academician of Hanlin academy may have something to say to the Emperor today."

"Well?" Xuanjue was a little confused.

Wen Wanqing urged him to go to court.

When xuanjue went to the early court, Wen Wanqing asked people to withdraw the breakfast and prepare a new table for her and Tang Fuliu.

"Auntie, please sit down. I've just asked people to tell the kitchenette that they have prepared your favorite food for you Gentle and clear.

Tang Fuliu also said with a smile: "I'm greedy for you. How can you look so bad, but you didn't have a good rest last night?"

Seeing that her face turned white, Tang Fuliu took her hand and looked at her carefully.

Wen Wanqing couldn't hide it from her. Even when he explained to her, "I just threw up, but it's much better."

"Vomit, good how to vomit?"

"Oh, my aunt, we'll have breakfast soon. Let's not talk about it. When we finish breakfast, my aunt will help Wanqing to have a look at the belly pocket I embroidered for her. How about that?" Wen Wanqing wants to turn the topic aside.

How Tang Fuliu couldn't see her mind, suoxing didn't say any more.

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