RPAGF Chapter 342: Moonlight Candle
Chapter 342: Moonlight Candle
When Zhou Qinghe returned to Beijing, there were bound to be disputes in the court, but it was the emperor who approved Zhou Qinghe's return to Beijing. Even if someone wanted to make some moves, there were officials from the Li family to help and fill the gap.
The huge mess caused by his secret return to Beijing upset many people.
"Father has blisters on his mouth. The previous case hasn't been completed yet, and the next case has come up."
Zhao Fangyu looked at Zhou Qinghe who was lying on the ground but still unwillingly, and silently sprinkled a piece of white powder on his back. The white powder touched the bright red flesh that was still slightly protruding, and the man's voice suddenly became tense.
"Why are you trying to be brave in front of me?"
No matter how miserable Zhou Qinghe looked, Zhao Fangyu had seen it before.
The unspeakable little thoughts in Zhou Qinghe's heart were like the fluff on a magnolia flower in spring, tickling people's hearts bit by bit.
Zhou Qinghe lay on the bed while Zhao Fangyu applied medicine to him.
His skin, which used to be as white and tender as jade, now looked as if he had been beaten with a stick and whipped, leaving almost no good flesh. Zhou Qinghe already had wounds on his body, and they were compounded, with new wounds overlapping old scars...
Zhao Fangyu sat on the edge of the bed, picking out the blood scabs from the new wound bit by bit. Zhou Qinghe didn't say anything.
Zhao Fangyu knew that this bastard was probably suffering from inferiority complex, and he didn't know how sad he was and why he was crying.
"And then, how did you get the cane?"
Zhou Qinghe then took over the conversation and recounted the scenes that had happened in the court during the day.
"When I returned to Beijing, most officials in the court didn't know about it. Some people pretended to be ignorant and tried to pin the Chenzhou case on me."
"They were originally planning to use me to fill the hole, and now there is another case of the South City Poor House. One hole is on top of another. They are too busy to take care of themselves. They quarreled in the court, and everyone said that they were the most innocent. In the end, the emperor got annoyed by the quarrel and rewarded me with twenty court sticks."
Zhao Fangyu hummed, changed to a green ointment and slowly applied it to his wound: "Anything else?"
"The flogging was when my father summoned me to the Imperial Study in person and said that I had forgotten all about etiquette after my trip to the frontier, so he awarded me three floggings."
This punishment and reward were unreasonable, but thunder, lightning, rain and dew were all grace from the emperor. No matter whether Zhou Qinghe's etiquette was complete or not, if the emperor said he was not good, then he was not good, so he obediently went to receive three whippings before leaving the palace.
Zhou Qinghe has just returned to Beijing, and his official position has not yet been restored.
"It just so happens that mother said that we should ask Uncle Cui to come and take a look at you tomorrow. Now that your official position has not been restored, you don't have to go out to report for duty."
The emperor never assigned Zhou Qinghe any good tasks. Most of them were just empty talk and he was always asking for trouble.
"There is still a lot to discuss about the Chenzhou case and the poor people's prison. Since you are not in the court now, you will not be implicated."
Zhou Qinghe had a similar idea.
Cases in the poorhouse are easy to investigate but difficult to manage.
There are so many officials involved, and it is the most offensive thing.
Zhao Fangyu and Zhou Qinghe ended their conversation in a few words. Benzoin, which was burning at the head of the bed to help with sleep, was covered with his clothes.
"Go to sleep. You don't have to get up early tomorrow."
Now that I'm back in the capital, I don't have to live in such a state of panic anymore.
Zhou Qinghe's spirit relaxed, his eyelashes fluttered slower and slower, and finally closed together.
Zhao Fangyu turned off the lights and said to the outsiders: "The prince caught a cold on the way back to the capital, so he is not suitable to see guests."
Mizukage responded and went to the gatehouse to give instructions.
The night was as dark as ink. The lights in the yard swayed in the wind. Zhao Fangyu looked at the starry sky and suddenly smiled.
Xingzhi didn't know why Zhao Fangyu was smiling. She just felt that the princess's smile was so beautiful, even more beautiful than the fairies in the sky.
"The princess is so beautiful."
Xingzhi wasn't very smart and could only guess based on the most obvious things. She guessed that the reason the princess was happy was that the prince had finally returned from the border.
Although I didn’t get it right, I guessed part of it right.
Zhao Fangyu looked at Xingzhi, who was squatting in front of the door and still looked childish. He didn't say anything to her. He smiled and asked her to go to the kitchen to bring a bowl of red bean meatball soup in the evening.
"I'm back now, I should be happy."
Coming back means escaping death again.
You should be happy.
"Tomorrow we will go to Fanlou and order five rams for you to eat."
"Every servant in the mansion has a share, but the prince is not allowed to eat it."
Xingzhi widened her eyes in surprise. Zhao Fangyu turned around to rest and met Zhou Qinghe's tired yet smiling eyes.
"Punish me?"
Zhao Fangyu nodded and admitted calmly: "I deserve to be punished."
Afterwards, she no longer cared what Zhou Qinghe thought and went to the side to wash up.
The moonlight flickered under the candlelight, and a beauty was dressing herself up under the lamp. Zhou Qinghe slowly fell asleep again. The sense of security of returning home surrounded him little by little, airtight and reassuring.