General, the little emperor ran away [System]

The imperial doctor on duty took the little emperor's pulse tremblingly, bowed down respectfully and saluted: "General, your majesty is too worried, and because of being overly frightened, he can't sleep well. There is nothing serious about his body, but he is too weak and needs to rest. It's troublesome because the wound on the hand is bleeding too much..." It also happens to be the right hand that is often used, which is even more inconvenient.

"I don't sleep well? Will I be in such a state? Even breaking the palace rules and going my own way to see the general?" The prime minister who didn't know when he stood behind him suddenly made a cold voice. Gougou stared at Lin Zhao.

There was a bandage around his neck, and there were red marks on his cheeks from the last-minute fight over the broken porcelain.

"This..." The doctor on duty lowered his head in embarrassment.

Lin Zhao didn't seem to hear the prime minister's questioning, so he flattened the little emperor's hands and feet, and checked carefully to make sure that there were no signs of injury in other places, including the soles of his feet. Then he carefully covered him with the quilt, and sat still. Staring at his face by the bed, he didn't have the slightest intention to stand up.

Lin Zhao said lightly, "Speak directly if you have something to say."

The imperial physician on duty bowed his hands to the prime minister: "Remember the last time I heard from imperial physician Lin that the emperor accidentally sprained his foot, but fortunately the general rescued him from the pain. Perhaps in the emperor's heart, the general is a trustworthy person." , and... and..."

The Prime Minister frowned slightly, and looked at him with unfriendly eyes, obviously dissatisfied with him seeming to obey Lin Zhao's words more, staring at his eyes gradually approaching: "What else?"

Facing the aggressive prime minister, the imperial physician wiped the bean-sized beads of sweat from his forehead: "The emperor is deeply worried, and his body has always been weak. He is timid and often frightened by rumors made out of nothing. I heard that he often had ghost dreams since he was a child. After a long time, the nerves are weak, and the body will naturally not be able to bear it."

"You mean..." The Prime Minister roughly had a guess.

"Yes." The doctor on duty said tremblingly, "General, General is fighting on the battlefield, he is full of evil spirits and powerful, the emperor may feel safe, and the nightmare will subconsciously come to you tonight." The sweat on his forehead couldn't stop dripping Whereabouts, that is the emperor and the general, dare to talk nonsense about gods and ghosts.

The prime minister's face was already very ugly, and there was a natural expression of disapproval in his eyes, but General Lin remained expressionless.

After a long while, when the imperial doctor felt that his heart was about to stop, General Lin finally said, "I'll talk about these things later, the most important thing now is the emperor's body. The wound on his hand has been treated with medicine, but he is still weak. If you need tonic, prescribe a few prescriptions, if it has a good curative effect and is not harmful to the body, the emperor is young, do you understand?"

"Understood, understood." The imperial physician hurriedly bowed, "I will take my leave first."

Lin Zhao waved his hand, and the imperial physician took two steps back and then hesitated and said, "General, although you have used tranquilizing incense, it's not like you haven't used it before. Your majesty hasn't slept so peacefully for a long time. You..."

"I know." Lin Zhao cut him off, "I don't feel at ease with him like this. I promised him that he would be by my side before. I will stay tonight. Your prescription will be delivered later. become."

"How decent is this!" No matter how many people were present, the prime minister directly angrily reprimanded.

"You go back first." General Lin tucked the corner of the little emperor's quilt and released the overwhelmed imperial physician.

The imperial physician let out a sigh of relief: "I will resign."

There were only one or two little maids staying at night in the palace, the prime minister walked to the bedside, glanced at the sleeping little emperor, and when his eyes fell on General Lin's face, his expression was disturbed: "I'm afraid it's against the rules for the general to stay overnight in the palace. "

"Rules?" Lin Zhao raised his head, his words and expressions were resolute without any discussion, "Aren't there few rules broken tonight? Is the health of the emperor's dragon body or your rules more important?"

"I think the prime minister has already made a choice, otherwise I wouldn't be here at this time."

The prime minister frowned. Then the emperor threatened his life to see the general. If he disagreed, he could take the responsibility if something happened. But now, the emperor has already fallen asleep...

"The prime minister is also injured, so go back and rest earlier. If the emperor wakes up tomorrow morning and sees your wound, he will feel guilty." Lin Zhao said softly but mercilessly that once he leaves, the emperor will wake up tomorrow morning. Going crazy again is not as simple as this injury.

The little emperor was still frowning while sleeping, and he could even hold the paper. The general played his voice very softly, lest he would wake him up.

The prime minister opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to refute, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the little emperor sleeping soundly, he flicked his sleeves and still didn't say anything, but he didn't go back to sleep, but lit the lamp outside, and took a memorial to read at night , reading the memorial for a while, and looking at the two people in the room for a while, with obscure expressions.

Lin Zhao caressed Xiao Huang's forehead with his fingertips, opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, the pity in his calm eyes just now was like a dam that opened the gate, pouring out endlessly.

He didn't even go to bed on the ground, and he didn't even take off his shoes. He just sat on the head of the bed and gently hugged the little emperor in his arms, pinched the soft little nose of the other party, and sighed faintly. After a while, an imperceptible smile appeared in his eyes again.

His eyes crawled over his full forehead, closed but slightly raised peach eyes, small nose, and bright red lips, passed by his slender and fragile neck, small and delicate Adam's apple, beautiful and attractive collarbone, and finally landed on On the tightly wrapped right hand, the eyes flashed fiercely, and the little emperor whimpered and moved uneasily with the leaking murderous aura.

General Lin immediately withdrew his momentum, patted his back reassuringly, twirled his wrist with his fingertips, held the little emperor's head and rubbed it in front of his abdomen, coaxing him to sleep.

The little emperor whimpered, and General Lin thought he was going to talk again, so he leaned down and put his ears as close to his as possible, his warm breath sprayed on his skin, and he heard a series of unconscious whimpers, he smiled and was about to Lifting his head, a sense of numbness slipped through the bone marrow, and Lin Zhao's whole body froze immediately.

The soft lips touched the tips of the ears, and half of the body began to feel hot, and there was even a tendency to intensify, the heat was unbearable.

His gaze involuntarily fell on a large piece of smooth, white and tender skin exposed on his chest, which could not be torn apart.

The little emperor was still wearing a tunic with spots of blood on it, which should be replaced. Lin Zhao reached out his hand to pull the skirt of the little emperor's clothes in a mysterious manner, and a look that could not be ignored suddenly came from behind, instantly drawing his attention. Pulled back.

Lin Zhao took two deep breaths, bit the tip of his tongue, stretched out his hand to help the little emperor tuck up the quilt again, pinched his face with a smile, leaned his head on the side of the bed and stared at him .

*****

"Huh?" He Ning hadn't had such a deep sleep for a long time, his head was so groggy that he didn't want to open his eyes at all.

The sun itched slightly on his face, he stretched out his hand to scratch casually, then pulled the neglected quilt over his arms, turned over and fell asleep again.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"

The palms of his hands hurt, and there were still people yelling at him beside his ears. He Ning was so annoying, he wanted to yell loudly, and wanted to slap him to shut him up, but he didn't dare, so he could only shrink his neck in aggrieved manner. Keep sleeping.

However, that voice seemed to be overreaching, and it even reached his ears, and He Ning's long-lost temper also came up, and he stretched out his hand to slap it directly, and his wrist was grabbed and he couldn't pull it back.

With such a strong force, no matter how sleepy he was, he knew something was wrong, and He Ning woke up completely after his breathing stopped.

He slowly narrowed his eyes, and quietly opened a gap, a handsome and resolute face instantly enlarged in front of him, subconsciously tilted his head back, and was pulled back by his shoulders.

He Ning straightened up and immediately sat up, looking at General Lin's big hand along his arm, and finally fell on his face, completely panicked: "General, General?! I was wrong, did I hit the big hand? You, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it." Give him ten guts, even when he was acting, he wouldn't dare to fight the general.

He twitched his hand vigorously, but failed to do so, and twitched again. The palm of his hand hurt so badly, and he grinned for a while. Afraid that the general might misunderstand him and wanted to hit someone, he pinched his thigh with his left hand, forcing himself to calm down and straighten his expression: "General, I didn't know you were here. I might have fallen asleep."

Lin Zhao's face remained unchanged, his eyes were as dark as water: "Your Majesty, don't you remember?"

"What?" He Ning stared at the hand holding his wrist, and couldn't help asking why he didn't let go of me, why!

"Did your majesty sleep well last night?" Not only did General Lin not let go, but his strength became stronger.

The prime minister lifted his face and walked in: "Your Majesty, are you all right?"

Seeing the prime minister, He Ning's stiff face gradually eased, and his tone became more intimate: "Prime Minister? What happened?" While speaking, he saw the gauze around the prime minister's neck, and then looked at his right hand, "This is... ..."

Seeing the intimacy between the two, Lin Zhao lowered his head slightly to hide his gloomy expression.

The prime minister's eyes flickered slightly: "The emperor seemed to be having a nightmare last night, clamoring for General Lin to be by his side. No, General Lin rushed into the palace overnight and took you in for the whole night."

"Really." He Ning said in surprise, he squinted his eyes and seemed to have an impression, and there was a frightened expression in his eyes.

"Does your majesty still remember?" Lin Zhao took his right hand that was about to scratch his head, "It's hurt, don't move around."