After the Tyrant Dressed As a Woman Disguised As a Man

It was cold in the night, when the emperor was painting, he deliberately let the palace man break the earth dragon, and only put a charcoal fire at his own feet.

Qiao Xuan didn't have any clothes on his upper body. Looking at the prince who was warming by the charcoal basin and wrapped in thick clothes, the more I looked at it, the colder my heart became.

Qiao Xuan had a strong body, barely blew in the cold wind for an hour, still motionless, previously supported by tenacious willpower, suddenly relaxed, and naturally fell.

Of course, this is also because Qiao Qing made him so angry. In normal times, he wouldn't necessarily be so weak.

After Qiao Xuan fell, he seemed to be unconscious, but in fact he was still a little conscious, but his eyelids were like two big mountains pressed together, clinging to each other, and he couldn't open it.

Qiao Xuan felt that his cheeks were hot, and his limbs were weak. It should be a fever caused by a cold wind.

After the young emperor ridiculed him, he sent a message: "Go and ask Doctor Gao over."

Qiao Xuan had a little impression of Doctor Gao. He was the doctor who treated him when he was young. The family was pinched in the hands of the prince, and he could be said to be loyal to the original Empress Tian and the prince.

The prince might have taken the opportunity to get Doctor Gao to poison himself, Qiao Xuan thought dazedly.

He tried to move his fingers, wanting to reject this proposal, but this point was the same as no movement, no one noticed at all, the palace people were noisy, making Qiao Xuan's head buzzing.

The maids didn't notice, Qiao Qing noticed. She guessed that the grandfather was still a little conscious. She wanted to be a shopkeeper and go back to sleep. At this time, she became interested again.

She ordered the palace people to disperse: "Don't surround him. Give me a break. I have a way to save the Taifu."

The people in the palace were quite acquainted and dispersed in an instant. The emperor's tone was serious, but Qiao Xuan didn't know why, and he had a very unclear premonition.

The two people were far apart before, and now they are getting closer, Qiao Xuan smelled the light scent of the emperor's body.

It is a kind of soothing incense often ordered by the East Palace, and it is also a bit in the hall today. Qiao Xuan himself has been in the hall for more than an hour, and this smell is also on his body.

In addition to incense, there is also a scent of medicine that cannot be dissipated.

The prince is often ill, and this kind of slightly bitter medicinal fragrance always seems to linger on his body.

The smell of medicine became stronger and stronger, because the young emperor got closer and closer, she pressed her upper body straight down, found the place, then straightened up again, and pinched hard and fast among Qiao Xuan's people.

Qiao Xuan sat up with pain. His eyes burst into tears because of the pain. In the dim eyes, he saw the young emperor withdraw his hand naturally, and said to the little **** on the side: "Look, Taifu is nothing. It's a big problem, I'll wake up in no time."

The maids and eunuchs in this temple looked at the **** with shining eyes, and the **** named Li Ji opened a series of praise and praise.

He can go to you, Qiao Xuan has a hundred swear words in his heart!

Qiao Qing's face was smug, but she said: "It's not a big deal, I have become a good doctor after a long illness."

Li Ji immediately wiped out tears as if singing an opera: "Your Majesty has not been easy these years. With the blessing of a real dragon in the future, it will definitely get better and better."

The two masters and servants were okay, but Qiao Xuan was okay. After sitting up, he fell straight down again with anger.

No one was holding him this time, and his head hit the ground directly, making a crisp sound like tapping a watermelon.

Before falling into darkness completely, Qiao Xuan heard the maid’s exclamation: "Master Tai Fu has fainted again!"

This is Qi Guo's famous clever brain, what a pity it would be broken.

In contrast, the young emperor’s voice is much more rational and indifferent: "It doesn’t get in the way, you can’t die."

If she fell into a stupid one, there would be fewer people to oppose her.

After humiliating Qiao Xuan, Qiao Qing did not do anything excessive to him.

She invited Doctor Gao to come over because he had been watching this kind of wind-chill ailment for the former prince all the year round. Yaotong skillfully pried Qiao Xuan's mouth open, and then poured the bitter medicine into his mouth.

The young man had a strong body, sweated all night, and almost got fever off the next day.

When Qiao Xuan woke up, it was the painting of the book boy in the mansion who was waiting for him by his side.

It was he who got burnt and had a nightmare last night, or Qiao Qing found out in his conscience and sent him back to the house.

The other party held a cup of warm water, Qiao Xuan sat upright, took it and drank it by himself.

"The son-in-law fever has gone, and it looks like it's better."

Qiao Xuan only noticed that he hadn't gone back. The surrounding furnishings seemed to be from the palace, and there was incense in the room, which was the same smell as the one smelled in the Prince's Hall yesterday.

Seeing that Qiao Xuan's face was not worried, Si Hua said: "Yesterday the son caught a cold and developed a high fever. His Majesty did not dare to act rashly. He asked the imperial physician to take care of him. For fear that Qiao Mansion would think about it, he invited the people from the mansion to take care of him in the palace."

He didn't know the scene of yesterday. The palace was full of people from the Son of Heaven. Whether it was black or white, it didn't depend on the Son of Heaven's mouth.

Si Hua has checked and found that there are no injuries on his son's body. He also secretly got his pulse. It is indeed because of the wind chill and depression.

Once the emperor had always been angry with his own prince, he really couldn't think of what the emperor did to be angry with his master.

After inferring, he believed the emperor's words by seven points.

Seeing that his own Langjun's face was gloomy, he just assumed that he had changed the new master, and the son was unwilling. Let’s say something good for Qiao Qing: "The emperor is very concerned about his prince. He is busy with official duties in the morning, and he also visited him and helped him. With his talents, the emperor will naturally not treat you badly. ."

Said it was a patron, Qiao Qing changed a towel just pretending to be.

Of course, the towels are warm. Water and new towels are prepared. Qiao Qing just twisted it and put it aside. By the way, he cleaned his hands. He did a lot of things that he didn't need for half a minute.

The prince of the emperor, doing things like this kind of palace talent does not attach great importance to the son of his family.

Qiao Xuan glanced at his book boy, his expression was a little daunting, he still thought Sihua was clever and clever, but he didn't think he was a fool.

He burned badly last night, but the emperor was vaguely talking there, saying that he was going to burn him into a big idiot, a disobedient courtier, not as good as a straw-bag beauty, who could look on his face anyway.

He never knew that the emperor was so noisy.

No matter, Qiao Xuan recovered from last night's memories: "Ask your majesty to leave and return to the mansion."

Since the emperor made him sick, he just used this as an excuse to avoid her enthronement ceremony directly.

"That's right, your majesty also said that she gave you this, and after instructing us not to take it down, I didn't dare to take it down."

Qiao Xuan took the rectangular brocade box and opened it to see that it was a beautiful picture painted by the emperor yesterday.

His expression became more gloomy. Si Hua looked at his expression and looked into the box, only to see the corner of the scroll: "What's wrong with this painting?"

Before he could finish his words, before he had time to get a glimpse of the whole picture, his own prince snapped and closed the brocade box: "No problem."

Naturally, the things the emperor gave could not be destroyed at will, and the emperor, who was cunning like a fox and nasty, was not allowed to take hold of it.

When Qiao Xuan returned to the mansion, the extremely gaudy picture scroll was thrown on the top of the bookshelf and covered it with a soft cloth.

The monk who played chess with him yesterday yawned.

Hearing that Qiao Xuan was ill, he gloated over his misfortune: "Qiao Lang is a good-looking boy, just like this, and he also has a weak Liu Fufeng posture, which makes people very pity."

With a few words on his lips, he still cared very much about Qiao Xuan, clasped the latter's wrist, took the pulse for the other party, and shook his head: "It's okay, you can rest for a few days."

Qiao Xuan was stunned for a moment. Qiao Qing had a good chance to attack him, but he just said that he didn't do anything.

Qiao Qing sneezed, wrinkled her eyebrows, drank a large bowl of black medicine, and took another sip of warm **** tea.

Qi Chao emphasized literature and despised martial arts. Compared with the muscular generals, noble ladies generally liked the white-faced scholars with elegant temperament.

Among the nobles in the capital, there are also some who look like good women. Qiao Qing’s eyebrows are shaped according to men’s rituals, and she is used to taking quick and neat strides. The delicate woman is very different.

Her Adam's apple is specially made, and it has been tightly attached to her neck.

As for the lower body, she won't be stripped of her pants, and outsiders can't see that she is a woman.

The original drugs were fierce, and Qiao Qing had suffered severe physical damage after drinking it for seven or eight years.

Empress Tian only wanted to keep her daughter from being exposed, but she didn't expect that she could sit on the throne and the situation is still so dangerous.

"Doctor Gao, please make this medicine milder."

The medicine still needs to be taken, but the medicine cannot be so heavy.

She has no interest in talking about love, but some people do not want to be born, and they are not the same.

She is still young now, so she can prevaricate the courtiers and wait until ten years later, it is better to have her own heirs.

"Yes."

Qiao Qing wiped her mouth and waited for Senior Doctor Gao to retreat, and then she began to bury her head in writing the edict.

The coffin of the first emperor will stinks if it is not buried. The Ministry of Ritual has given a definite time. After sending off all the concubines, she will bury the coffin of the first emperor tomorrow.

Now she has gone to court as the emperor. After half a month, the Ministry of Ritual has made preparations for the ascension ceremony.

By the matter of his enthronement, the young general who was stationed in the frontier was summoned to come back.

The little general in my memory, who was also the original owner of the prince, had some old grievances, but it was mainly because the opponent was a naive, straight-tempered, and often played cards not according to common sense.

But in memory, the other party has been loyal and loyal to the emperor and patriot for generations.

As long as the other party recognizes her, she may be able to control the military power sooner.

One person like Qiao Xuan who has as many eyes as a sieve is enough, I hope this general is really hanky.

She likes silly courtiers and is easier to obey.