General, the little emperor ran away [System]

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, just in time to meet Lin Zhao's dark, deep and dull eyes.

His breathing stagnates, his heartbeat speeds up suddenly, his head is dazed due to lack of oxygen, and he subconsciously clenches Lin Zhao's skirt, tears streaming down his face.

"General Lin, I'm afraid." The cyan skirt was dyed blood red by him, and the strong and sweet smell spread from both ends of the nostrils. Finally, before General Lin's He Ning had time to exhale, his complexion suddenly changed, Seeing General Lin's arm tilted and his head vomited violently.

He didn't have much food in his stomach, and the tears came out when he vomited, but he didn't even spit out the acid water.

Finally exhausted, his palm-sized face turned red, and he lay weakly in General Lin's forehead, looking up at him pitifully with tears in his eyes: "General Lin." , The mouth of the throat was irritated to the point of vomiting again and again.

"Imperial doctor, what about the imperial doctor, hurry up!" Lin Zhao hugged the little emperor by the waist, and almost kicked the shivering imperial doctor on the ground, barely holding back the anger rising in his chest, "What are you kneeling there for?" , lead to death directly?"

The doctor on duty rolled over like a rolling ball, stopped on the edge of the bed, and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

"Don't, I don't want to sleep, don't." He Ning desperately grabbed Lin Zhao's sleeves, never getting on the bed, with a wrinkled face full of horror, he slammed his head into Lin Zhao's arms, "General Lin, I won't sleep, don't go, stay with me."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Lin Zhao caressed his back from top to bottom, and said in a gentle tone that he had never heard before, "I'm here, I'll accompany you, He Ning, be obedient, let the imperial doctor help you See if your hand is okay, it's bleeding."

His voice seemed to have a magical power, easily penetrated the cerebral cortex and directly entered the brain, and He Ning stretched out his hand subconsciously.

Lin Zhao glanced coldly at the imperial physician, who opened the medicine box in a panic with trembling hands, and took out scissors, bandages, and medicinal powder tremblingly. His arms kept surging, "Don't, don't come here, I'm afraid." His cheek pressed against General Lin's chest even tighter.

Lin Zhao quickly grabbed He Ning's retracted wrist, and patted the back of his hand gently: "Don't be afraid, I'm right here, I'll hold you, let him give you medicine, okay?"

With He Ning's emotional agitation, the palms of his hands were still gushing blood, and the white clothes on his body were dotted with blood flowers, which were extremely gorgeous, and Lin Zhao frowned fiercely when he saw it.

He Ning shook his head in panic: "Don't, don't let him touch me." He stared at General Lin aggrievedly, a tear rolled down his cheek, "I'm afraid." The uninjured hand tightly grasped Lin Zhao's sleeve, As if afraid of him leaving.

The imperial physician stood by the side at a loss, neither advancing nor retreating.

Lin Zhao couldn't help it: "Then be good, let me help you with the medicine, okay?"

He Ning buried his head in front of his chest and just didn't cooperate.

Because he grabbed Lin Zhao's clothes violently more than once, and the tender flesh in the wound where the porcelain shards had penetrated into the palm of his palm turned out, and the blood stopped flowing, but the pale white flesh and blood made people tremble with fear.

Lin Zhao held his wrist, his wide and rough fingers whirled on the back of his hand, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were dark like a bottomless vortex, no emotion could be seen, he suppressed his voice: " Hey, sit by the bed and help you with the medicine, okay?"

He Ning asked cautiously: "Then after the medicine is finished, will you leave?"

Lin Zhao paused when he turned around to reach the medicine box, then shook his head: "No."

The other uninjured hand was clutching the hem of his clothes. He Ning stretched out that bloody hand and spread it upwards. Because the injury happened to be in the middle of the hand, the hand could only be slightly bent and drooped. It was obvious that he was so afraid of pain at ordinary times. , but facing such a serious injury at this moment, his brows and eyes were crooked, his eyes locked on General Lin's face without blinking, and he asked, "Is this so?"

"Well, yes." Lin Zhao touched the back of his left hand with his fingers, "Don't hold it so tightly, the palm of your hand will be broken."

He Ning shook his head vigilantly: "No, you will run away."

"I won't go." Lin Zhao broke away his arms, put them around his waist, and patted his head, "You hug me like this, okay?"

"Okay." He Ning nodded obediently, pressing his forehead against his chest.

The imperial physician on duty immediately offered the medicine box with both hands, and squatted next to him, helping General Lin pass things from time to time.

The system couldn't bear to watch it from just now, and now it will deliberately miss He Ning's bloody hand when it quiets down: "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay." He Ning gritted his teeth tightly, big drops of sweat fell from his forehead, and buried his face in Lin Zhao's arms, preventing anyone from seeing his expression.

Seeing his pale face, the system clicked twice: "I didn't expect you to be so cruel to me."

He Ning's cheeks collapsed tightly: "Maybe there are other ways, but I really can't think of them in a short time." He didn't want to confront anyone, so he could only play a little cautiously. As for the injury, he had already planned it before. Well, after all, blood is what makes it real.

The system's heart was trembling: "I can't do it anymore, I see that your wound is a little numb, I'll sleep for a while."

"Yeah." He Ning didn't have the extra strength to talk to it. Although he kept saying that he wanted to see General Lin just now, he was still a little afraid of General Lin in his heart. Every time he brushed across his face, trying not to miss any subtle expressions, his cheeks rubbed against the other's chest for a while, and Lin Zhao took the time to lift his face, freeing up one hand to pull up his sleeve to help him wipe off the corners of his eyes. Glittering tears dripped down, "Don't cry, I'm here."

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister...!" The distance suddenly became noisy, He Ning shrank his shoulders, lowered his head and didn't dare to lift his eyes, his small body was shaking so much that Lin Zhao couldn't help him wipe the blood on his hands.

The sharp eyes suddenly stared at the chaotic crowd, the bedroom seemed to be suddenly covered by a piece of ice, and it quickly fell silent.

He Ning, who was the closest to Lin Zhao, could clearly feel the strong aura pulling him in the middle this time, but he didn't feel the trembling feeling that his hair was blowing up a few times before, but his sense of security gradually increased.

Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, He Ning poked out a small furry head, sobbing and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Zhao had already lowered his head and continued to deal with the injury on his hand, but he paused when he heard this, and asked in a cold voice without raising his head, "What's going on."

The old eunuch Lai Fu said sharply, "The Prime Minister is injured."

A regiment of soldiers was in chaos, the prime minister's face was pale, cold sweat dripped on his forehead, and he couldn't tell the specific injury.

Fortunately, Lin Zhao didn't want to know at first, and reached out to pinch the little emperor's face.

"It's okay." He covered He Ning's eyes with the palm of his hand, "Go to sleep, it will be fine when you wake up."

Laifu came to ask for instructions, but when he heard General Lin's words, he looked at the little emperor who was lying in his arms and suddenly didn't know whether he should speak or not.

Lin Zhao frowned: "What are you doing here? Take the prime minister back to him and go to the imperial physician."

Laifu moved back like a soft-footed shrimp, and even the "yes" was as light and low as possible.

Lin Zhao lowered his head to meet the big blinking eyes of the little emperor: "Aren't you sleepy?"

He Ning hugged his waist tightly, leaving only the top of his black head: "Don't sleep, you will leave when you fall asleep."

Lin Zhao carefully helped him wipe off the blood stains near the wound: "I won't leave, I assure you, the first person I see after waking up must be me."

He Ning pursed his lips, not knowing how to respond to him, and looked at his hand hesitantly after a while: "It hurts."

Lin Zhao's complexion changed slightly: "Go to sleep, the pain won't hurt when you fall asleep."

He Ning stretched out his big red hand, and carefully touched his arm with his fingertips. There was a small blood-red spot on his honey-colored skin: "Will you really be there when you wake up?"

"Yes, I guarantee it with my life." Lin Zhao nodded heavily and promised.

"No, I don't want, I don't want your life." As if suddenly poking his point, He Ning suddenly made an attack, his facial features were distorted, and he was about to crawl out of Lin Zhao's embrace after struggling. His eyes were already shining Tears flowed again, "Don't, don't, I don't want it." With too much force, the wound was stretched open, and small streams of bright red blood gushed out again.

"Okay, okay, don't, I'm wrong, it's my fault, it's all my fault, I promise you that I'm always here, you hug me, don't sleep if you don't sleep, be good, don't move." Lin Zhao was angry and impatient, but he couldn't do anything about the wounded person. His voice was as gentle and gentle as possible, for fear of irritating him again.

He Ning gradually calmed down under his half-forced half-comfort, nestled in his arms exhausted, the corners of his eyes were wet, and his eyes were blurred.

The doctor on duty at one side was pacing on tiptoe with incense in hand, evenly filling every corner of the bed with smoke.

He Ning yawned uncontrollably, his body softened even more.

The doctor on duty carefully watched the little emperor, and when the gap reached the point where his breathing gradually stabilized, he quickly extinguished the cigarette, fanned his hand vigorously in front of his eyes to disperse the curling smoke, raised his face to meet the sharp eyes of General Shang Lin, and frightened him. He almost fell to the ground with his buttocks, and immediately retracted his hands and stood still.

"Come here, feel the pulse." The imperial physician on duty stepped forward tremblingly, looked at the little emperor's intact hand that was gripping General Lin's clothes, moved his feet and didn't know how to pull it out.

Lin Zhao stared at him coldly.

The imperial physician on duty was terrified, showing a helpless and helpless look.

"..." Lin Zhao carefully placed the injured hand on his lap, "Is this one okay?"

"Yes, yes." The doctor on duty suddenly realized that his voice was too loud, shut his mouth quickly, and nodded.

I don't know when the system came online and suddenly concluded: "The acting skills are good, there is no room for improvement. Seeing your frightened little expression just now, even I can't help but hold you in my arms and coax you well. The prerequisite is that you must never harm yourself, I think I will go crazy." It said the last sentence through gnashing of teeth, and the little emperor only worriedly told him that he had a way to get rid of General Lin, if he knew it would do something like this Bloody absolutely disagrees!

"It's, it's okay." The little emperor said modestly, "When I was first abandoned by the first emperor, I tried my best to learn his manners and movements. Although it doesn't have much effect, it's okay to fool people." On a bigger stage, he can also perform a ghost upper body by the way.

He was so angry that he was half dead, but the other party didn't see that he was angry at all. The system held back his anger and sneered: "Really, it's on par with the general. With this skill, you can still beat the dragon." Wouldn't it be better to sit by yourself instead of handing over the chair to the general?"

No matter how dull he was, he could feel the anger of the system for no reason. He Ning bit his lips tightly, fearing that if he relaxed, he would not be able to help making a trembling sound of teeth creaking: "Well, it's not all acting, it's really scary behind it, I'm afraid of General Lin." How can his pretentiousness compare with the aura of the innate superior, and he will be tortured to cry.

In fact, the moment he saw the general, his feet were already weak, and his mind went blank, all he could do was play freely.

Fortunately, the piercing pain in the palm of his hand made him unable to faint, otherwise the previous suffering would have been in vain.

"Pull it down and you go." The system laughed out loud, "Afraid? I see that your action of plunging headlong into the general's arms is completely smooth and smooth. It's as if you can't wait to throw yourself into your arms."

He Ning really didn't lie to it, and now his little heart is still thumping happily: "Wouldn't it be possible to see his face if you put it in his arms? Then I can be less afraid."

"...Okay." Looking at the action of General Lin carefully bandaging him, the system wanted to say that the general was actually good to the little emperor, but when he thought of the prime minister as a lesson from the past, he chose to keep his mouth shut and not make any comments. .

After inhaling the soothing incense, He Ning, who was exhausted in the middle of the night, soon fell into a real sleep, and slowly let go of General Lin's hand when his consciousness gradually entered the dark realm.

He subconsciously curled himself up, but the movements that are easy to do on weekdays were impossible to complete today, as if someone was pressing his legs, feet and arms to prevent him from hugging him.

The sleeping position with limbs spread out is very insecure, and He Ning sleeps unsteadily and uncomfortable, sucking his nose pitifully, rubbing against the soft quilt and falling asleep.