Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

It's mid-June again.

The Bihua Palace was heavily guarded, and the palace servants who served closely had long been accustomed to it, but they were still afraid of making mistakes.

It is true that at this time of month, the prince's temper is difficult to predict. Even the tonic medicine given to His Majesty must be checked three times inside and out as usual, and there cannot be any mistakes.

Before the bloodletting, Jinchen needs to keep his mouth clean for three days and cannot eat anything except tonic medicine. Doctor Liu and three disciples will take turns on duty to ensure that he does not make any mistakes.

Fortunately, this has been the case for several years, and this group of people has done it many times and has become more proficient at it, and they carefully made it to June 15th.

That night.

The Bihua Palace was surrounded by candlelight, and the moonlight shone through the window lattices, casting hazy and moist shadows.

In the inner hall, Jinchen was lying on the dragon bed with the curtains drawn. This month it was his turn to bleed from his arm, so he stretched out his bare, thin arm, with his fingertips drooping limply.

Under the dragon bed was the kneeling Imperial Doctor Liu and a dagger placed in a bowl, sharp and cold.

Liufeng washed a handkerchief, folded it carefully, opened the curtain, and let Jinchen hold it in his mouth.

"Your Majesty, it will be fine soon." Liu Feng could only comfort him softly.

The young emperor was used to it. He bit the handkerchief and closed his eyes slightly. Soon the blade cut the skin of his arm and blood flowed.

The entire hall was incredibly quiet, with only the sound of blood dripping into the bottom of the bowl, like jade beads rolling down, or oil boiling over a raging fire.

Outside the screen was Xie Zhiwei, who was waiting on the chaise longue. He was lying on his side, wearing only a black robe. His bare toes were tense on the blanket, as if he was in pain. His exposed skin looked even colder and paler.

The backlash of his powerful skills created an unbearable heat in his body that seemed to be burning his heart, liver, spleen and lungs. His usually cold almond-shaped eyes turned red and his expression became increasingly confused and irritable, like a succubus that had fallen into hell.

But in addition to the anxiety of waiting for blood, there is also worry and anxiety about the person who will do the bleeding.

Their relationship had finally eased, but Xie Zhiwei's eyes grew darker, the little emperor was not as easy to coax as before.

After a long while, Doctor Liu presented a jade bowl filled with blood and a special secret medicine.

"My Lord, the blood is coming."

Xie Zhiwei gradually sat up with the help of Dequan. Behind him was a window reflecting the moonlight. The blood in the jade bowl seemed to have been boiled into the emperor's life. It was inexplicably magnificent and chilling.

He stared at the jade bowl for a long time. Dequan couldn't help but remind him before he came back to his senses. He picked up the bowl and drank from it. A few drops of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, rolled down his delicate jaw, and slid into his loose outer robe, leaving a winding red mark.

The blood was still strangely warm as it slid into his throat. Perhaps Xie Zhiwei was a little dazed by the backlash and burning. As soon as he thought that the blood came from Jinchen's body, he felt inexplicably warm.

He must rely on Jinchen to live. Xie Zhiwei was unwilling to admit it before, but now he chewed on this sentence again and again, and thought that within the deep palace walls, Jinchen could only survive by relying on his protection.

The jade bowl knocked crisply on the table. Xie Zhiwei waved his hand to signal them to leave. He stood up slowly when there was no one in the hall. He ignored his loose robe, and his long and charming eyes stared at the inner hall again, walking across the screen under the moonlight.

"His Majesty……"

Jin Chen and Ling Gun Gun were studying the solution to the strange disease caused by the backlash of internal energy. When he heard the cold voice, he crawled out from under the quilt and was immediately attracted by the cold porcelain hands that lifted the gauze curtain.

Xie Zhiwei standing beside the bed was like a ghost in the middle of the night, with ripples in his phoenix eyes, red blood stains at the corners of his lips intertwined with his pale skin, and his collarbone was stained with blood.

Xie Zhiwei moved closer, her thick black hair falling on Jinchen's shoulders. She leaned over to look at his frail face, and did not miss the undisguised amazement in Jinchen's eyes.

"Little uncle...you..."

This is not cured, why do I still feel crazy? Didn’t they say that drinking blood can calm me down?

Jinchen swallowed his words and raised a hand from the quilt. It was the hand that had been cut just now. The elbow was covered with a hemostatic cloth. He used his cold fingertips to wipe the blood stains on Jie Zhiwei's lips.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Jinchen's voice was very low, like a whisper.

Xie Zhiwei lowered her body to make it easier for him to touch her. Her long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly when she heard his words. She pressed her hot face against Jinchen's palm and said, "I am much better... Thank you, Your Majesty, for your reward."

Suddenly, Xie Zhiwei knelt down, and Jinchen realized that he was sweating coldly, perhaps from the pain of the backlash. His black hair stuck to his face, making him look as gorgeous as a demon.

"Why are you kneeling?" When Jinchen saw him like this, his voice became much lower. The hand covering his cheek touched down to his collarbone, which was stained with his own blood.

Xie Zhiwei didn't say anything, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the burning pain. She stared at Jinchen with hazy eyes, then shook her head.

Jin Chen sighed softly and pulled him, "I have no strength and I'm cold, can you lie down with me for a while?"

Jinchen was almost cold due to excessive blood loss. He had just used spiritual power to protect his body, but now it seemed unnecessary.

Perhaps Xie Zhiwei heard what he wanted to hear, and slowly got into the quilt, but took off his outer robe as if he felt hot, and lay in the same quilt with Jinchen.

Jinchen was stunned for a moment, and had no choice but to hug the person who was emitting warmth. His heart was distracted and he could only timidly kiss him on the face to satisfy his craving.

Unexpectedly, just a kiss on the face would cause the dazed people to stare at him closely. Jinchen also stared back, but Xie Zhiwei forced a smile, added a hint of madness, and kissed Jinchen on the lips.

Jinchen: "..."

Ugh, the taste of blood.

Jinchen stepped back and Xie Zhiwei's kiss landed on his cheek.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 40! 】

Jinchen heard the broadcast when he woke up the next day. He didn't know when Xie Zhiwei had left.

Jinchen, who hadn't accomplished anything and just kissed enough, turned over like a salted fish.

[Host, I'm sure!] Ling Gun Gun said: [There are many kinds of backlash symptoms, but the Lord God's system mall has no record of this kind. I borrowed medicine from the medical system next door, but... I can't get it for the time being.]

【Can’t get it? 】

[The medical system is a temporary pharmaceutical system, and now only the raw materials have been exchanged.] Ling Gungun was also helpless.

Jinchen just felt that he would not live long.

So from that day on, no one could enter the Bihua Palace anymore. Liu Feng received the order and led the Imperial Guards to guard the palace gate in person.

If it was Xie Zhiwei who came, Liu Feng would kneel down and say that this was the Majesty's intention.

On the fourth day, Chu Qingqing came to the palace on the pretext of visiting His Majesty. Liu Feng just went in and announced it, and Chu Qingqing successfully entered the Bihua Palace, and happened to be seen by Jie Zhiwei.

Xie Zhiwei didn't expect that he couldn't enter, but Chu Qingqing could.

Recalling the absurdity of that night, Xie Zhiwei raised his hand and gently touched his bitten lips, feeling a little dazed.

Was Your Majesty frightened by him? But... later it was clear that Your Majesty was more excited.