It’s Better to be the Empress Dowager

Master Tang returned to her camp. She quietly touched the book in the package. She wanted to take it out and read it, but she gave up thinking of King Jing outside.

Well, wait until tomorrow when there is no one.

Master Tang just cleaned up casually and was ready to go to sleep. It was not an easy job to drive for days, everyone was tired, and soon the camp was quiet.

Master Tang originally wanted to sleep, but she did not lie down for a while and suddenly felt itchy on her body. There are many mosquitoes on the grassland. Even if King Jing’s main tent deliberately picks up the high ground, it is impossible to avoid all the insects.

Master Tang was stung by the insects and couldn't sleep. She even suspected that there were insects on her collapse. This kind of thing is not okay. Whenever I want to be completely drowsy, Master Tang can't bear it anymore. He quietly got up, with a faint light, struggling to find the mosquitoes on it.

Master Tang was shaking his pillow, and the tent door behind him was suddenly opened. Zhao Chengjun stood behind and looked at her coldly: "What are you doing?"

Master Tang was still holding the pillow in her hand, and she silently threw the pillow back onto the bed, and pointed to the bed innocently: "There are bugs."

insect? Zhao Chengjun frowned. He thought about many situations, but he didn't think of bugs. In other words, before Tang Shishi, Zhao Chengjun didn't realize that there were bugs on the grass.

At this moment, Master Tang was wearing a coat, her hair was loose, her shoulders and neck were thin. Master Tang gradually felt a little cold, wrapped his arms, couldn't help scratching his neck.

Looking through the night light, Zhao Chengjun seemed to have a red swelling on her neck. Zhao Chengjun didn't know what to say. He turned and walked outside. Teacher Tang thought King Jing was gone. Just after he was relieved, Zhao Chengjun returned with a lamp.

Previously, his eyesight was dark and he didn't pay attention. Now Tang Shishi discovered that Zhao Chengjun was also wearing a white shirt. Zhao Chengjun usually wears red and black prince costumes or military uniforms. This is the first time Master Tang sees him in his usual appearance.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chengjun was cruel and unkind, and put on bed clothes, which was much more approachable. He is actually very good-looking. Although he has been stationed in the frontier for many years, his face is still as white as jade. Standing with a group of soldiers, he is outrageous. At this moment, Zhao Chengjun changed into a thin coat, without the layer of prince costume with teeth and claws. His face was fair, his eyes were clear, his lower jaw was sharply angular, and he looked handsome and harmless.

But the light is clear, and other problems follow one after another. Tang Shishi found that he was not dressed properly, and face to face with King Jing in a disheveled manner. Teacher Tang was embarrassed, and Zhao Chengjun put the lamp on the table, looking like he didn't care what Master Tang was wearing: "Move quickly, or else the lights will turn on in the main account and someone will come in a while."

Teacher Tang was stunned for a moment, and then Zhao Chengjun reminded her, quite flattered: "Yes. Thank you, Lord."

With lighting, it was so much more convenient. Master Tang hurried to look at his bed, hoping to find the hidden bugs. Her neck and arms were bitten by some kind of insects, and itchy was so bad that Master Tang couldn't help scratching her neck and arms. The more she scratched her, the more it became red and swollen. She has delicate skin, so putting a piece of red on her skin is shocking.

Tang Shishi's clothes are now thin, his collars are loose, and his long hair is randomly scattered on his back. With her movements, the red marks on her neck became more and more obvious. Zhao Chengjun really couldn't see it, silently avoiding his sight.

Zhao Chengjun finally realized that it was inconvenient. He was awakened by Master Tang just now, and wanted her to calm down quickly, so he took a lamp to illuminate her. Zhao Chengjun had no other ideas, so he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his behavior.

Now Zhao Chengjun realized that Tang Shishi is different from others. She is not an eunuch, son, brother, or subordinate, she is a woman. It is very inappropriate for him to stand here late at night.

Even if Zhao Chengjun didn't mean that.

Zhao Chengjun took a step back and planned to leave. When he left, he heard Master Tang sneezing. It was already a bit cold in September, and the grassland began to wither. At this moment, the night was deep and cold, and Master Tang was only wearing Chinese clothes, which made it easy to catch cold.

Zhao Chengjun glanced at the baggage on the table and guessed that it was Master Tang's personal clothes. He originally wanted to throw the package into Master Tang's hands, but Zhao Chengjun just hit the baggage, and Master Tang rushed over as if seeing something extraordinary.

Master Tang was looking for ants, and when he turned around, he saw that Zhao Chengjun was about to open her baggage, almost frightened to death. The book is in this package. Once someone sees it or is seen by King Jing, the consequences are simply unimaginable. Master Tang didn't have time to think about it, and rushed over subconsciously: "Wait a minute, don't move!"

Tang Shishi only focused on grabbing the package, but didn't pay attention to his feet. When he ran near, he smashed his left foot and fell directly towards Zhao Chengjun. Zhao Chengjun stepped back and firmly held Master Tang's arm, without letting her touch him.

Zhao Chengjun's hands looked white and slender, but his strength was enormous. He supported the weight of Master Tang's whole body with one hand without shaking his wrist. Master Tang stood awkwardly holding the table, still not forgetting his package in his hand, and quietly hugged it into his arms.

Being so close to Zhao Chengjun, his sense of existence is extremely strong. Master Tang was embarrassed and nervous, her fingers tightly clutching the package, and her whole body tightened: "The prince will forgive me, but this baggage is a personal thing my mother left for me, and it is not convenient for outsiders to see. Please forgive me."

Zhao Chengjun looked at Tang Shishi, then looked down at the package in her arms, and said nothing. Does the family leave her to worry about? It doesn't look like it.

Master Tang felt that King Jing was looking at her, and his nervous body began to tremble. In the silence, a soldier's question came from outside the tent: "Lord, your subordinates have seen you turn on the lights. What happened?"

Zhao Chengjun just said to move faster, and now he has recruited the soldiers on patrol. Zhao Chengjun calmly asked, "Have you finished tossing?"

Master Tang shook his head awkwardly: "No. I don't know why, I can't find it when I turn on the light. But when I just slept, something was really biting me."

Teacher Tang said, his voice lowered. The temperature in the tent almost solidified, and Master Tang felt that King Jing was about to kill someone now.

Zhao Chengjun glanced at Tang Shishi coldly, then turned and went out. Teacher Tang silently buried his face with his baggage, my God, it was too shameful. If there are mosquitoes, let's bear it up tonight, and when it's dawn, she will find wormwood. Master Tang remembers that she had seen wormwood in the grass.

Master Tang thought that this farce was over. She just put her burden on the collapse, when she suddenly heard Zhao Chengjun's voice from outside: "The doctor is coming."

Zhao Chengjun's voice was clear and clear, obviously speaking to the soldiers outside. The soldiers clasped their fists and ran to a place quickly. Master Tang was very surprised. He hurriedly hid the baggage and walked outside quickly: "Master, why did you declare a doctor? Are you injured?"

The lights were already on in the main tent, and Zhao Chengjun was about to tie a red cloak in his hand. At this time, the tent door was opened, and the night wind was suddenly involved. Zhao Chengjun's expression changed, and he changed hands and threw the cloak on Tang Shishi.

Master Tang didn't even react to what happened, and suddenly a red was covered on his head. She quickly took off her cloak, poked her head out, and found that the main tent door was open, and two rows of soldiers were standing outside.

Zhao Chengjun's face was cold, but his eyes were dark, which made him look like a fairy and a demon: "Go out."

The guards wanted to come in to **** the driver, but they were all stunned when they saw the scene inside. The noble and powerful prince wore a white single-coat, with a long figure and undiminished aura, but beside him stood a woman with a messy dress. They didn't see the woman's face clearly, but the woman was wrapped in King Jing's cloak, which couldn't be more conspicuous.

The soldiers were screamed coldly by Zhao Chengjun, and then they retreated like a awakening from a dream. The anger in King Jing's voice was not small, and something would happen if he didn't leave.

The soldiers stood outside the tent, and they were shocked one by one by the night breeze on the grassland. They looked at each other, feeling psychedelic.

The main account was lit up, and the entire camp was alarmed. The imperial doctor was pulled up from the bed by the soldiers, and was dragged to the main tent without knowing what had happened. He stood in the tent and looked at the people before him tremblingly.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

It's not a good thing to rush to call an imperial doctor late at night. The imperial physicians, including Zhao Zixun and others who came after hearing the news, looked at Zhao Chengjun nervously.

Zhao Chengjun was wearing a pure black cloak. Although he didn't tie his hair, it didn't hurt his aura. Master Tang wrapped his whole body in a red cloak, only revealing a piece of green fingertips. She shrank behind King Jing, lowered her head, pretending that she did not exist.

Zhao Chengjun's expression was cold, calm and unhurried. After a while, he calmly said, "Is there any insect repellent?"

The imperial doctor was stunned: "What?"

"That place." Zhao Chengjun pointed to the tent of Master Xia Tang and said, "There are mosquitoes in it."

The imperial doctor froze for a long time, and asked in disbelief: "That's it?"

Zhao Chengjun is worthy of being a person accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, and nodded without changing his face: "Yes."

It was too embarrassing for Master Tang to bury himself a little deeper. King Jing deserves to be a man who wants to do great things. Look at the psychological quality of others. He is amazing and admire!

The imperial doctor took his face and left. Zhao Zixun listened to the whole process. He was a little at a loss. He saluted Zhao Chengjun and said, "Father, are you okay?"

Zhao Chengjun shook his head: "It's okay. It's none of your business, let's go back."

"It's okay." Zhao Zixun made a look of relief. He glanced at Tang Shishi behind him, lowered his eyes and arched his hands, "Erchen does not disturb his father and rests, so he retires."

In the end, the imperial physician left the main account with a black face. He was an imperial physician, healed the dying and healed the wounded, studied Scripture hard, and was able to enter the imperial hospital after years of hardship. As a result, he endured the bumps all the way to the paddock. On the first day, both the royal family and his son called the imperial physician.

One was to ask him to get the pulse of a woman who was not sick at all, and he had to prescribe medicine. The other is better, let him deworm!