Quick Travel: The host guides the villain’s love life

"Uncle Emperor..." The little emperor was wearing a tattered dragon robe, with messy hair and blood flowing on his body. He smiled brightly and called him weakly.

The surroundings were dim, not even a candle was lit, the little emperor's pale face slowly became bloodless, and even the eyes looking at him became hollow and lifeless.

Although he didn't know what the situation was, he knew that the little emperor was dead. He died in front of him and was killed by himself.

He Zhiyan didn't understand. This scene was completely opposite to that dream.

There was something wrong with his memory. He Zhiyan felt something was wrong and everything was wrong.

If I had killed the little emperor in my previous life, then why in my memory was the little emperor killing him with his own hands? If that's really the case, why do you live in this life? If he really wronged the little emperor, it would be a joke in the end.

"What is your Majesty doing?" He Zhiyan rubbed his temples and asked coldly.

"Go back to your Majesty, Your Majesty is asleep." Yin Yi stayed by He Zhiyan's side after being punished. Yin Shuang would report news about Qianqing Palace every half an hour.

"So early?" He Zhiyan stood up and left the imperial study.

There is a thunderstorm, can the little emperor sleep? He remembered that the little emperor was afraid of thunder.

……

Yinshuang and Bidan are in big trouble, and Lin Muan refuses to take medicine.

His fever finally subsided, but it started again after a while. He would definitely not be able to do it without taking medicine.

"What should I do?" Bi Dan took the medicine and glanced at Lin Mu'an and Yinshuang.

"I don't know." Yinshuang was also a little troubled.

They tried to feed Lin Mu'an, but Lin Mu'an either tilted his head or covered his face. Moreover, they also held down Lin Mu'an and fed him, causing him to choke. Now they dare not move.

The two of them were distressed, and the medicine was almost running out.

"What are you doing?" He Zhiyan smelled a strong smell of medicine as soon as he came in. It was normal for the little emperor to take medicine when he was sick, but the smell of medicine was very strong now.

"Your Majesty." Yin Shuang and Bi Dan knelt down and saluted He Zhiyan, "Back to Your Majesty, His Majesty is ill, and his subordinates are trying to find a way to give him medicine."

Bi Dan did not dare to speak while holding the medicine bowl, and lowered his head.

"I'm sick again." He Zhiyan glanced at the medicine bowl in Bi Dan's hand coldly, then looked at Lin Mu'an on the bed, "Give me the medicine."

Bi Dan looked at He Zhiyan's hand hesitantly, and Yinshuang nodded before handing it to He Zhiyan.

He Zhiyan sat down on the bedside with the medicine in his hands, pinched Lin Muan's chin and planned to start feeding him.

"No! Your Majesty!" Bi Dan was so frightened that he grabbed He Zhiyan's wrist, his body shaking with fear.

He Zhiyan frowned and looked at Bi Dan, who quickly let go of He Zhiyan's hand.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is ill. Please don't torture Your Majesty, okay?" Bi Dan's voice was choked and he said disrespectful words.

"Your Majesty, Bi Dan is just too anxious. I didn't mean to rush into you." Yinshuang quickly pulled Bi Dan to kneel down, "My subordinates and Bi Dan have fed His Majesty like this. Bi Dan was afraid that His Majesty would choke, so he didn't let the prince feed him." .”

He Zhiyan looked at the two of them, and then his eyes fell on the pale Lin Muan, and the two happened to look at each other.

"Brother Ninth..." Lin Mu'an was really confused. Looking at He Zhiyan's face, he subconsciously murmured his most familiar title.

However, He Zhiyan didn't hear clearly what Lin Mu'an muttered. When he opened and closed his lips, a thunder struck down, and the thunder drowned out his voice.

"When your Majesty wakes up, drink the medicine yourself." He Zhiyan pulled Lin Muan up and put the medicine bowl in Lin Muan's hand.

Lin Mu'an didn't have any strength in his body. He spilled the medicine bowl as soon as it was in his hand, and it spilled on the quilt. He raised his head and looked at He Zhiyan in bewilderment.

"The slave brings another bowl." Bi Dan stood up and went out.

"Your Majesty, my subordinates should change His Majesty's bedding. Your Majesty..." Yinshuang is He Zhiyan's secret guard after all, so there are certain things that she cannot say randomly.

Seeing that both of them were doing their best to take care of Lin Muan, He Zhiyan picked Lin Muan up from the bed.

"Change." He Zhiyan hugged Lin Muan and sat on the chair.

"Cold..." Lin Muan subconsciously crawled into He Zhiyan's arms, and held He Zhiyan's clothes tightly with his hands.

He Zhiyan looked at the emaciated Lin Muan in his arms. He never imagined that his body would be in such a bad condition. He was clearly feeling hot but said he was cold. He Zhiyan still hugged Lin Muan out of pity and took Yin Shuang by the way. The blanket was given to Lin Muan.

Bi Dan came back with the medicine, looked at Lin Muan who was held in He Zhiyan's arms, and put the medicine in He Zhiyan's hand.

"What did the imperial doctor say?" He Zhiyan took the medicine, held Lin Muan's chin with one hand, and handed the medicine bowl to Lin Muan's lips.

"The imperial doctor said that your Majesty had a fever caused by fright, and you need to take more care of your body." Bi Dan replied.

Lin Muan resisted a little, and the bitter taste of the medicine penetrated his nasal cavity, which was very uncomfortable.

"Your Majesty, be obedient and drink the medicine." He Zhiyan's tone softened a lot.

Lin Muan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at He Zhiyan's face, then reached out and touched it.

"bitter…"

"Medicine does not necessarily have to be bitter. Your Majesty will be cured only after taking the medicine." He Zhiyan tolerated Lin Muan's behavior, but he felt uncomfortable, and Lin Muan was a patient, so there was no need for him to be in trouble with the patient.

Lin Muan looked at He Zhiyan hesitantly, He Zhiyan smiled slightly, Lin Muan took a sip, and his brows almost knitted together in pain.

"Your Majesty, you can get better by taking medicine. It's okay if it's a little bitter." He Zhiyan coaxed Lin Muan. This was the most patient he had been with Lin Muan since his rebirth.

"He Zhiyan." Lin Muan stretched out his hand to caress He Zhiyan's face.

"Well, Your Majesty said." He Zhiyan looked at Lin Muan from this angle. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he felt that Lin Muan looked a bit charming.

"I want to learn to ride a horse." Lin Mu'an finished speaking and waited for He Zhiyan's answer.

He Zhiyan didn't understand how Lin Mu'an talked about something insignificant, but it seemed that he had to agree. He felt that if he agreed, Lin Mu'an would be obedient and take the medicine.

"it is good."

Lin Muan smiled and drank the medicine in one gulp. The bitterness in his mouth spread, forcing him to almost cry.

He Zhiyan felt that the conversation just now seemed familiar, but fragments of memory flashed past, and he caught a little bit of it.

The little emperor in his previous life said something similar. At that time, the little emperor went to the martial arts training ground and saw the cavalry practicing. He grabbed his arm and said that he wanted to learn to ride a horse. However, he did not remember whether he agreed or not, and he did not know whether the little emperor finally learned it. .

He Zhiyan looked at Lin Muan's neck. Some of the concoction that had not entered his mouth slid down the corner of his mouth and onto his neck. He Zhiyan touched his neck with his fingertips, and Lin Muan shrank with itchiness.

After the bedding was changed, He Zhiyan put him back on the bed, but Lin Muan held his neck and held him back.

"Your Majesty, don't mess around when you're sick, and rest." He Zhiyan grabbed Lin Muan's arm.

"Stay with me for a while, just for a moment...I'll obey you." Lin Muan didn't have any strength, so He Zhiyan easily pulled his hand down and stuffed it into the quilt.