Dressed as a sickly villain and survived by farming

Until it was daylight outside, the sun shone through the gap between the tent doors, and the light and shadow stretched very long and long.

Zhao Huai lowered his eyes to cover the scarlet eyes. He lightly rubbed Duan Rongshu's face, and then bit his earlobe. If Meng Lang made such a normal move, the person in his arms would have blushed.

Zhao Huai murmured, "Duan Qing, are you hungry? It's time to eat."

The person in his arms didn't whine or scream like usual, but just lay quietly, neither sad nor happy, as if he had lost his soul.

Seeing that his lips were dry, Zhao Huai got out of bed and took out lip oil, rubbed a little on his fingertips, and rubbed it gently on his lips.

Duan Rongshu didn't wake up within the time limit given in his heart, which undoubtedly made him panic.

A cloak tightly wrapped the person, Zhao Huai hugged Duan Rongshu, who was unconscious, and walked out of the tent under the eyes of everyone.

Before noon, Zhao Huai brought Duan Rongshu back to the palace, and carried Duan Rongshu into his bedroom.

He called the entire imperial hospital for consultation, and the imperial physicians took the pulse one by one, and all the results were "no abnormality" without exception.

Zhao Huai's eyes were bloodshot, and his tone was cold, "Why doesn't he wake up if there is no abnormality!"

Then he looked at Imperial Physician Du, "Didn't you say that acupuncture can cure all diseases? I let you do it!"

The cold sweat on Doctor Du's forehead was about to break out. According to the script of the previous dynasty, it should be [Can't be cured ~ Concubine, I want your entire imperial hospital to be buried with you! 】The ending is over.

If you are not careful, you will be wiped out.

Doctor Du stabbed Duan Rongshu with needles all over his body, while Zhao Huai stared at him motionlessly, trying to see how he reacted.

Zhao Huai avoided the silver needle, and stroked Duan Rongshu's black hair with his fingers, "Aren't you most afraid of needles? If you don't wake up, I will give you needles every day."

Duan Rongshu was still lying on the bed, his face was pale, and he didn't make any movements.

Doctor Du saw that Zhao Huai was in such a hurry, so he wanted to take a small hammer and tap Duan Rongshu's corrugated cover to see if he could give him a kick.

After taking off the needle, Zhao Huai took a hot handkerchief and applied it to Duan Rongshu's body. The needle can't cure all diseases, at least it can't make Duan Rongshu wake up, it will only leave bruises here and there.

Zhao Huai gathered up his black pajamas, and the imperial physicians underneath were trembling, as if they had come to the end of their lives. They had thought about how to write each suicide note, but they didn't know whether to give them this chance.

"Your Majesty, Mrs. Duan may have been asleep because of exhaustion."

Zhao Huai, "Get lost!"

At this time, all the ministers accompanying Spring Hunt returned to the imperial city, and Zhao Cheng also returned with the fallen little prince Zhao Qian.

Zhao Cheng's physical fitness is not very good, and his riding and shooting are even more average. Originally, in order to create a chance for Zhao Huai and the others to get along with each other, he led a team of guards to compete by the river for a long time. thing.

"Nephew, do you think Lord Duan should wake up now?"

Zhao Cheng glanced at Zhao Qian, and the little bun pouted, as if he was about to cry.

"Don't cry, didn't you ask the imperial physician yesterday that you are fine?"

Since Zhao Qian was found, he has not cried or made noises. He is quite old-fashioned, but he is a bit like the Zhao Huai he picked up back then.

Zhao Cheng thought of how he was back then, he and his elder brother stayed with Zhao Huai for a long time, before Zhao Huai started talking to them, like a wolf cub, no, a puppy puppy.

Zhao Cheng stroked Zhao Qian's small head, "Maybe Lord Duan is just hungry and wants to eat something delicious, so he hurried back."

Zhao Qian choked for a moment, and after thinking about it, there was indeed such a possibility.

After bidding farewell to his "rival" Wen Lang, the prime minister walked into his house.

Mu Xiaoxiao came up to meet her, "Father, why are you back now?"

Mu Sheng shook her head and sighed, "Something happened, I'm afraid it will be uneasy recently."

"what happened?"

Mu Sheng asked the attendants to bring up the little rabbit that was snatched from the "nemesis" and handed it to Mu Xiaoxiao, "Go in and tell me, this is what Dad caught from hunting, do you like it?"

Mu Xiaoxiao knew that it was snatched from Wen Shangshu without guessing, she nodded cooperatively, "I really like it, Dad, you are so amazing!"

Although her father thought she liked cute little animals, but the cute little animals died unexpectedly, and it was not impossible to eat two big bowls with tears in her eyes.

Mu Sheng stroked his beard and smiled, "That's not it."

The daughter is his little padded jacket, much more caring than the son who only knows how to be angry with him.

So he is willing to talk to his daughter about anything, instead of listening to his son tell him, "Wow!"

Mu Sheng said in a low voice, "Yesterday, the prince was assassinated. Mr. Duan, the servant of the household department, protected the prince. He hasn't woken up yet. His majesty took him back to the palace early."

Mu Xiaoxiao's ears pricked up like radar in search.

He said again as if sighing, "Your Majesty is so kind to your subjects."

Mu Sheng shook his head, "It's still different. Master Duan wants beautiful pheasant feathers. In the paddock today, almost all of them are bald."

He thought of a fool who suggested that it would be bad to catch the same pheasant and kill too many, but the saint ordered that only the tail be required. The male pheasant in that mountain has no bright tail and no capital for courtship. To the female pheasant, they are sisters. ?

Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up again, "What else?"

Mu Sheng didn't notice that his little padded jacket was leading him to gossip, but he just tried hard to think about the difference between His Majesty and Duan Daren.

"Well, let's start, His Majesty..."

Mu Xiaoxiao was very excited when she heard it, and the corners of her mouth kept rising. You must know that the things she wrote in the past were all made up, but this is true!

"Girl, what's wrong with your mouth?"

Mu Xiaoxiao tried her best to retract the corner of her mouth that was about to grin at the back of her head, "Father, I'm fine, you have a good rest, I'll go back first."

Then she went straight into her study room, and a book called "Crossing the Huai River" was about to appear out of nowhere in her hands.

The prime minister looked at his lively little daughter, smiled gratifiedly, and then thought: Why don't you get sick and not go to court before Lord Duan wakes up?

Royal Palace.

Zhao Huai stood in front of the desk in the side hall, listening to the report from Yan Cheng, the Commander of Jin Yiwei.

"The assassin has already confessed that he is the one in the clan who assassinated His Highness the Crown Prince, but he couldn't hold on before he said it."

Zhao Huai snorted coldly, "Check! If you can't find out, then arrest them all."

Zhao Huai suddenly smiled, and a faint hostility emanated from his body.

Yan Cheng lowered his head even lower: Scared!

That night, Yan Cheng ransacked several houses with Jin Yiwei, the flames and the crying sounded all over the sky.

Zhao Huai turned around and went to the case to continue reviewing the memorial. When he was dealing with official duties, his mood was fairly stable.

He picked up a memorial and opened it: Your Majesty, do you want to eat mangoes?

Zhao Huai smashed the memorial on the table, I'll eat you big-headed ghost!It was the same in my previous life, 360 days a year, I didn’t do anything else, I only asked: Do you want to eat mangoes?

He took a deep breath, took back the memorial, and returned the pen to the Governor of Guangxi: Eat!

He does not eat, someone eats.

Zhao Huai then read a few more books, then went back to the dormitory angrily, and picked up Duan Rongshu.

"They're all idiots."

"Has Duan Qing slept well?"

Zhao Huai picked up the Longevity Talisman next to the pillow and put it in Duan Rongshu's hand. His slender, white fingers were weakly closed, and Zhao Huai wrapped his fingers with his big palm.

This Longevity Talisman blocked an arrow for Zhao Huai in his previous life, it was in the heart, and it has not been broken in this life, so Zhao Huai gave it to Duan Rongshu.

Zhao Huai hugged Duan Rongshu tightly, slowly lowered his head, buried it in his neck, and rubbed it lightly.

The person in his arms didn't "hum" as usual, his breathing was shallow and his heartbeat was weak, like a deep sleep, but he didn't know when he would wake up.

The smell of medicine on his body became stronger and bitterer, Zhao Huai called out, "Sui'an."

No one answered.

He just hugged it and sat until dawn.