General, the little emperor ran away [System]

System: "The eyeballs are glued all day long, take a look, what's interesting."

Lying on the bed, He Ning glanced at General Lin who was reading a book from time to time, his face flushed slightly: "It's boring, I have nothing to do anyway."

System: "Hehe."

He Ning didn't care about it, he was in a very good mood during this time, and he was humming when he slept at night.

System: "Tsk tsk tsk, I like General Lin so much, mark him as true love, and my mission is complete."

He Ning tilted his head and leaned on the bed: "I always forgot to ask, you are a true love system, what exactly do you do?"

System: "Just to help you find true love."

"Help me?" He Ning asked, "How can you help me?"

System: "Well—probably watching you find true love, and then the true love index can help me upgrade."

He Ning: "...Are you sure this is helping me and not helping yourself."

The system chuckled: "Win-win, win-win, mutual benefit."

All in all, it's actually just looking at me, nothing else works.

But He Ning turned around: "I don't feel reciprocity at all, but it doesn't matter." Even if you can't do anything, but you are sent by heaven to accompany me, I am very happy.

Because of you, he passed through those sad days. Without you, he really didn't know if he would survive.

"..." The system turned serious and changed the subject, "You really like General Lin, right?"

The tips of the ears were slightly red, and He Ning nodded solemnly: "That's right."

It just so happened that General Lin looked over as if he had a feeling, his face softened for a moment, and He Ning's eyes softened when he saw it, and pink bubbles appeared all over his body.

System: "...Then do you want to mark General Lin as your true love? If so..."

"No way." He Ning interrupted it playfully.

"Why?" The system was puzzled. Since it was confirmed that General Lin also liked him, he wouldn't hurt him. Why did he have to go out of the palace? Couldn't it be double-living?

"Above the court, there is a lot of miscellaneous things. If I can stay with General Lin by making some sacrifices, that's fine. Anyway, I haven't had a good reputation since I was a child. At most, it's just like what the prime minister said. In that way, mix it with the historical materials of Israel’s rule of the country.”

"But General Lin is different from me. His family has been loyal and good for generations. If he is really with me, the idiot emperor, how will he gain a foothold in the court in the future, and how the people will evaluate his great achievements in the future, I would rather he be murdered." Jun Mou won the throne, and I don't want his life to be tarnished by such words as seductive lord and sycophant." He Ning smiled bitterly, "Do you think I have never thought of this method before? , if this method works, I still have to work hard to do something out of the palace, and just lure General Lin or the prime minister to be their male favourite."

The system that was originally a bit sentimental, after hearing the word "Nan's favorite", the emotions that had been brewing disappeared in an instant.

Choking, the system said: "I don't understand, it's a bit complicated."

"It's okay, I don't understand it very well, I don't need to understand it too much, as long as I know that I have to leave the palace, people outside want me to go out as soon as possible, after all, I know that my wife is not dead, and I remarried and gave birth to a child. If I stay in the palace, it will be a threat that will be triggered at any time, even if I don't take the initiative, I will be forced to leave." He Ning said, "However, why do you think so much, at least live with General Lin I have been very happy for the past six months."

System: "A long, long time ago, I thought you were just pretending, and you were with him for the sake of dragon spirit..."

The little emperor had an introverted personality, coupled with his superb acting skills, the system sometimes couldn't tell when he was acting and when he was feeling real.

He Ning smiled: "At first, I thought I was just pretending. In my impression, Lin Zhao killed people like hemp, crushing me to death is like trampling an ant to death. Even if it is acting, I have to be full of energy. , The world is unpredictable, the general is really good, and it's hard not to like him when we get along day and night." When He Ning said this, his eyes stayed on Lin Zhao's face, and he didn't hide it at all, "No wonder the prime minister also likes him. "

Just as General Lin finished writing, he suddenly stood up, sat next to He Ning, and patted the quilt: "Aren't you sleepy?"

He Ning shook his head: "I'll sleep again later." After a pause, he asked, "Where did you put all my notebooks, it's boring to stay here all day."

Lin Zhao frowned slightly: "Mo Ying has moved out, you should read less scripts." A good child has learned how to be bad.

He Ning rolled his eyes and was about to express his dissatisfaction when he suddenly reacted and asked, "Why does Mo Ying listen to you, but he only listens to me!"

Lin Zhaoman didn't care: "Maybe he also thinks you should read less scripts."

He Ning: "..."

The system couldn't help laughing out loud: "In their eyes, I'm afraid you're just a blackened little shou who can't make love and imprison people, tsk tsk tsk, it's touching enough."

He Ning: "...you are really enough." It's useless to love Da Da Da, why did I think it was good to have it just now? !

As soon as Lin Zhao lifted the quilt, he lay down on it himself, passed his hands around his neck, and pulled him into his arms.

He Ning wrapped his arms around General Lin's waist, rubbed his face against his chest, and smiled like a cat that had stolen the fish.

With General Lin, there is a sense of comfort that has been quiet for years. He Ning's cheek was pressed against his strong and powerful chest, and he almost fell asleep with his eyes squinted in the hot air.

Lin Zhao raised his chin, and met his pitiful misty eyes: "What's wrong, feeling uncomfortable?"

"No." Although he said so, the little emperor's voice was weak, and he was so limp that he couldn't lift his strength. He curled up a bit like a shivering little milk cat after a storm.

Lin Zhaotan reached out and touched his forehead: "Have a fever?"

"No, I'm a little sleepy." He Ning stretched out his hand to block his hand, arched his head against his chest, found a place of refuge like a kitten, lay down with his hands and feet free, and closed his eyes quietly and obediently.

"It's a bit hot." Lin Zhao leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, "Call the imperial doctor to come in and take a look."

He Ning suddenly raised his face, and strength burst out from his originally sore and limp body. He wrapped his hands around Lin Zhao's neck, and kissed those plump lips.

The weakness just now seemed to be faked, and the plan was for the kiss at this moment.

He Ning's kissing skills were particularly bad, coupled with too much momentum, they almost broke their front teeth, and even tasted a faint smell of blood on the tip of their tongues.

Lin Zhao: "..." Quickly turned back and pressed the back of his head, his lips were almost eaten by him.

He Ning, who was kissed softly and with a messed up mind, was really dedicated to his work. At this time, he hadn't forgotten his mission, and seized every opportunity to pass on the dragon spirit.

His hand had already grasped General Lin's waistband, but was held down by another rough hand, unable to move.

He Ning: "..." Trembling raised his face to look at him, with tears in his eyes, filled with pleas.

It's a pity that General Lin was completely unmoved, and even turned his head away from him.

After the tyrannical kiss just now, the little emperor hadn't adjusted his breathing yet. At this moment, his cheeks were flushed, he was out of breath, and his misty eyes looked at Lin Zhao aggrievedly, as if he was looking at his husband who abandoned his wife.

"..." Taking a deep breath, General Lin suppressed the turbulent waves in his body, "No, you are sick."

If He Ning's consciousness is clear, and the other party disagrees, he will definitely get into the bed in embarrassment and anger and never come out again, but now he does have a little fever, and his confused thoughts also become bold.

A soft little hand climbed onto Lin Zhao's neck, and he took the initiative to bite his ear: "I'm not sick, I want General Lin."

His seductive voice poked Lin Zhao's heart, every time he hit a hole, every time he poked it accurately.

He Ning impatiently kissed Lin Zhao's eyes, cheeks, corners of his mouth and chin, screamed indiscriminately, and pulled General Lin's big rough hands to his body.

Lin Zhaodan covered his eyes with his hands, even so, tears kept flowing from He Ning's beautiful eyes.

"I, I remember you."

"Actually, I remembered it a long time ago."

Ning Naoren and Ning Naoren were squeezed together, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

"General Lin, you saved me, I recognize you."

He Ning used an affirmative sentence.

That day was the nightmare of his life. He has been reluctant to recall it specifically, but he can't forget it anyway. Even when he dreams back at midnight, he often thinks of that scene.

The sun was as red as blood.

There were many soldiers present that day, and most of them were drunk.

How could those lawless soldiers who were already intimate with the first emperor as brothers and sisters, and paralyzed by alcohol and brilliant achievements, take He Ning, a little peas, in their eyes.

Since He Ning appeared, they have been laughing at Xiao Douding inside and outside the words, clearly looking down on Xiao Douding.

they said.

"Your majesty is wise and mighty, and has an outstanding appearance. How could he give birth to such a prince?"

"Yes yes yes."

"Hey, is this little one about to cry? How can a man in the army cry without bleeding?"

The first emperor is not like the first emperor, the emperor and his ministers are not like the emperor and his ministers, and father and son are not like father and son.

The first emperor who was drinking was so stimulated, how could he bear the fire in his heart, especially when he saw He Ning Ruan Tada lying on the ground in bad luck, he drew a sword casually.

"I don't want such a prince."

A cold light flashed in front of his eyes. Although he was still young at that time, He Ning still remembered the scene of the sword pointed at his eyes.

But if he went a little further, his blood might splatter on the spot, and even the Heavenly King and Lao Tzu would not be able to rescue him.

People around were constantly booing and yelling, laughing at him and urging the late emperor to kill him.

Obviously he is the prince, obviously he is the flesh and blood of the first emperor, but his life and death were simply decided by the soldiers, and even before he died, he was constantly humiliated.

He Ning had never experienced such a battle before, and he was so overwhelmed that he couldn't cry, his eyes were fixed on the sword in a daze.

Once the sword pierced into his skin, he would become a bloody sword like the indistinguishable round flesh in front of him.

He remembered General Lin.

The elder brother who was standing beside the first emperor, was always looking at him with cold eyes.

The elder brother who was used to compare himself with himself, and I heard that he went to the battlefield at the age of five.

The sword was used by the first emperor to slap my elder brother, and the first emperor's assassination was also stopped by my elder brother.

Today, He Ning no longer remembers what his brother said at that time, let alone how he stopped the first emperor, but he knows that it was his brother's words that saved his life.

He Ning straightened his neck with his face up, revealing a small section of fair but red-stained neck, swallowed hard, and said with a smile, "Brother, brother, thank you."

I didn't have time to say it back then, but today I finally have the opportunity to say it.

That poor little Tuanzi seemed to be slowly reunited with the big Tuanzi in front of him whose eyes were red and was shedding tears of grievance. Hearing his soft voice again, Lin Zhao's heart trembled, and he leaned over to seal his lips. The action is even more ferocious.

"Call again."

"elder brother--"

"Say it well."

"pain!"

"Call out, brother, and pull it out."

"Brother, brother—ah, brother hurts."

"Well, brother loves you."

******

Because of excessive debauchery, He Ning couldn't get out of bed at all.

He turned sideways, glanced at Lin Zhao shyly, and bit the spoon he was protruding with difficulty.

He carefully looked at General Lin's face, but he didn't find any special and different expressions on his face. He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, and twisted the quilt vigorously with both hands: "Lin, General Lin, did I say something that shouldn't be said before?" .”

A bit of memory, but like a shattered crystal ball, a small piece of it is incomplete.

General Lin fed him another mouthful of porridge: "There are too many things to say, which sentence did you ask?"

He Ning was a little nervous: "Which sentence do you think it is?"

Lin Zhao glanced at him lightly, seeing that He Ning didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Lin Zhao: "No."

He Ning Jingliang's eyes were slightly lowered, and his tone couldn't hide his loss: "Really?"

The spoon jingled against the edge of the bowl, and General Lin said slowly, "Is it okay to call me brother?"

"..." He Ning raised his head suddenly, wanting to recognize him, but because of the title, he was embarrassed. He hesitated for a while and said carefully, "I didn't know General Lin's name and identity at the time, but I always wanted to say thank you to you. I'll forget about it." After all, he always remembers his identity as an abandoned son, and even if he doesn't forget the appearance of his savior, he has no chance to express his gratitude.

The spoon was handed over again, interrupting him.

He bit it down, and said vaguely: "Actually, I still have a little impression, but..." When I grow up, I always feel ashamed when I think about that incident.

The first impression I gave my little brother was simply too embarrassing. Although I have no image at all now, I still feel that I was really ashamed when I was a child and thrown to my hometown, so I have never dared to really find out who that little brother was. Until I accidentally discovered that General Lin was similar to him, and after thinking about it carefully, the age and everything seemed to be right.

General Lin's tone was calm: "It's because they went too far, and the late emperor even indulged them."

He Ning pursed his lips: "I thought it was unbelievable at the time, but later I figured it out. After all, the former emperor valued you generals more. He probably didn't expect that he would die so early, before leaving another prince."

Lin Zhao paused.

He Ning lowered his head, thinking about it and still felt it was too embarrassing, and said nonchalantly: "I was so scared at the time." It seemed that he also wet his pants, but he didn't remember the details.

General Lin disagreed: "You are too young, it's normal to be afraid of blood."

He Ning Wenyan shook his head reflexively when he was instilled with an abnormal education model by the late emperor since he was a child: "No, Hao Erlang should go into battle like a general to kill the enemy, and someone like me can only be regarded as a general." ,waste."

These two words were often used by the first emperor to scold him, and He Ning was very repulsed, but for some reason, this word suddenly popped up at this moment, as if he was deliberately reminding the gap between the two.

"No, no, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly hugged,

He Ning paused, his chin naturally fell on General Lin's shoulder, he buried his head deeply, and tears welled up in his eyes: "Am I very useless?"

Lin Zhao patted him on the back: "No, I have been played around by you, and you dare to say that you are useless."

He Ning froze, and immediately broke free from Lin Zhao's arms, and explained in a panic: "No, I didn't want to play tricks on you, Jiang Yu, I really didn't know about Mrs. Jiang's affairs in advance, someone, someone deliberately arranged it behind the scenes. , besides the prime minister, there are people..." He Ning paused, closed his mouth immediately, and added again after a while, "You can't handle the three parties by yourself. This way, it's really..." Power is deeply rooted, and the throne may be taken away by you at any time, as long as you want it.

Lin Zhao didn't ask further, but just rubbed his head and said softly, "Because I like you, I am willing."

The atmosphere was just right, and He Ning wanted to have another round while biting his spoon.

Lin Zhao looked at his pale face and weak body, couldn't bear his request, kissed and kissed again, but cruelly rejected his courtship,

In the end, under He Ning's stalking, he looked at him with complicated and weird eyes, which made his hair stand on end, and he didn't dare to ask again.

System: "Tsk tsk tsk, it's blinding my dog's eyes, I can't see it."

He Ning: "?"

System: "When are you going to go out?"

He Ning: "Why do you want to go out, isn't it good to live here?"

System: "Huh? At that time, General Lin was locked up because he was afraid that he would run away. Are you still afraid now? Living here is not comfortable."

He Ning hesitated: "I don't want to go out." As long as he goes out, he will feel insecure that he is in the harem and the ladies are not in his hands at all. Staying in this narrow room with General Lin, He Ning There is a comfort of having someone behind you.

Moreover, the small black room is only so big, as long as he really wants it, he is not afraid that General Lin will not go to bed.

System: "Okay, it's up to you, but there is something I'd like to tell you in advance."

He Ning had a premonition, and he asked, "Is the Dragon Qi almost full?"

System: "...Well, according to your frequency..." Seeing that the little emperor's face began to turn red again, the system immediately continued, "Do you want to continue to hang out with him for a while, or should we leave immediately?"

He Ning chose the second one without even thinking about it.

System: "Tsk tsk tsk, you are really ruthless. It is really pitiful that General Lin likes you."

He Ning was helpless: "I can't help it. Haven't you heard the saying that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain?"

During this time, He Ning ate and slept, and when he woke up, he pestered Lin Zhao as much as he could. If the other party was concerned about his body and was unwilling to do it, then he would directly strip off General Lin's clothes, and then do the same as the first time. , and sat up desperately, Lin Zhao was so frightened that he was afraid that he would fall off and that he would hurt himself.

After dinner that day, the small black room was lit with a dim yellow oil lamp, and the shadows fell on the wall indistinctly, like moving little people,

He Ning leaned on General Lin, and kept stroking his back with his small hands: "I'm a little scared, General Lin, stop reading, stay with me!"

His voice is hooked, scratching people's flesh and blood.

Lin Zhao stood up abruptly, startling He Ning, his two thin arms could barely wrap around his neck, his legs gave way and almost fell down.

Suddenly an arm crossed his waist, He Ning raised his head and met General Shanglin's eagle-like sharp eyes, his whole body was suspended in the air, and he was placed on the table again.

He buried his head in Lin Zhao's chest, and asked while blowing hot air, "General Lin, I miss that."

Heavy panting exploded at the top of his head, He Ning's scalp was tense and numb, and he grabbed Lin Zhao's clothes unconsciously.

The soft little hands slowly poked into the skirt of the clothes, the fingertips were scalding hot, and Ning Weiliang's fingers were almost burned, but they still didn't flinch like flying geese fighting a fire, instead they grabbed each other's belts .

His heart seemed to be broken in half, and it was beating so fast that he couldn't control it at all. Just when the little emperor was distracted, a big rough palm suddenly pressed the back of his hand, and he raised his face blankly.

Just like a kitten waiting for milk.

General Lin took a deep breath: "No."

He Ning: "!" He was so wronged that he didn't dare to continue to touch, his lips moved, and he asked why in a soft voice.

Lin Zhao glared at him: "Are you still restrained? There are black and blue under the eyes, and you have indulged too much."

But after going to bed some time ago, General Lin himself was very excited.

He Ning didn't dare to say this, and could only make small demands that were beneficial to him as much as possible.

"Then...can you give me a kiss, just one kiss, just one kiss." He Ning twisted his fingers together, squinting his eyes to indicate that the kiss would be only a little bit.

General Lin couldn't understand his being bullied like this, so he turned his face away: "No, a truce for the next two days, take a good rest."

"..." Why the three words almost blurted out.

The little emperor looked anxiously at General Lin with tears in his eyes.

He also didn't say a specific time for rest, he had made arrangements with Mo Ying two days ago, hoping to leave the palace as soon as possible.

I thought that General Lin would definitely not reject me, so I didn't consider his unwillingness at all, and it was a headache.

The cherry-like pink lips could not be closed due to excessive friction. At this time, the tip of the tongue can still be seen slightly pouting, just like fresh fruit with dewdrops just picked from the orchard , so that General Lin could smell a hint of sweetness, and wished he could immediately pounce on it, take a bite and then swallow it.

The little emperor was charming but he didn't know it, he still held General Lin's belt in his hand, wrinkled his nose and discussed cautiously: Why, can't you even kiss, even just a kiss? "

His slender and delicate fingers stood upright around his mouth, his eyes looked at General Lin pleadingly, his fingertips were slightly red.

It was the gore sipped by General Lin.

So the current body just can't do it at all.

But General Lin's eyes fell on the spots of red, and his breathing that had just calmed down became disordered again in an instant.

Seeing that pair of peach blossom eyes gradually dimmed from shining, General Lin's eyes became even darker.

For a long while the other party just stared at him fiercely, without any lingering atmosphere at all, He Ning withdrew his hand resentfully, curled up in his arms and picked his belt for a while, reluctantly said:

"Well, let's forget it, you, you read a book first, me, I'll go to sleep for a while."

When he was not doing it, He Ning spent most of his time on the bed, and he could see Lin Zhao's eyebrows as long as he raised his head, and he would not annoy him because of his messy movements, which killed two birds with one stone.

He slowly supported General Lin's thigh with his hands, and was about to climb down to the bed, but before he could stand on his toes, he suddenly felt a force on his waist.

He suddenly raised his chest and lay on tiptoe in front of General Lin's chest, his eyes widened suddenly.

He Ning: "?"

His lips were blocked in an instant, and the little emperor's big eyes blinked so fast that they almost turned into cross-eyed.

When he was almost out of breath, he was finally let go, He Ning panted heavily with his head tilted, and could not help complaining: "Didn't you say that you don't want to kiss, it hurts."

Before he finished speaking, a soft kiss landed on the corner of his mouth again.

Careful and gentle, as if treating a priceless treasure.

The superficial kiss was like a small feather falling on the tip of the heart, it was crisp and itchy, and He Ning had a little difficulty breathing.

The result was a tragedy caused by a kiss.

"..."

He Ning was ill, his body was already weak, and he had been messing around for so long.

Lying on the bed, his face was pale, his forehead was hot, and his throat was so dry that he could hardly speak.

Lin Zhao kept changing cold towels on his forehead to cool down, but the situation still didn't improve. After trying the last time, he said with a serious face: "No, you must see the imperial physician."

"Impossible." He Ning dazedly grabbed the wrist of General Lin who wanted to hug him, and said in a weak voice, "No."

Now his body is full of indescribable marks, let alone an imperial physician, even eunuchs and maidservants can't get close to him.

You can be shameless, but you must not lose face to General Lin.

Lin Zhao raised his eyebrows upside down: "You're so sick, why don't you see what the doctor wants to do?" What a nonsense, and I am a nonsense too!

"Ahem." He Ning shrank his shoulders, and saliva slipped down his dry throat, lubricating a lot. "It's okay, just lie down for two days."

General Lin pursed his lips to see that he was silent, with a serious expression on his face, obviously disapproving.

He Ning's eyes were a bit doubled, he squinted his eyes and emphasized: "No, you can't be known by the imperial doctor." Something big will happen.

Lin Zhao's eyes were dark, and he stared straight at He Ning.

He Ning looked at him completely uncompromisingly!

The traces on his body cannot be known by the imperial physician. General Lin was locked up by himself, and the purpose of locking up was still to prevent the imperial physician from knowing what he did.

All in all, the imperial physician cannot come in.

He also couldn't fully guarantee that he, who was weak at this time, could completely avoid the eyes and ears of the palace and go back to the palace, so he might as well just stay like this and don't act rashly for the time being.

Lin Zhaocai didn't care what his scruples were, he only knew that the little emperor was sick and urgently needed a doctor, so he frowned slightly and shook off his wrist.

He Ning struggled for a moment to prop up his upper body, grabbed it forward, caught nothing, and called pitifully, "General Lin."

Lin Zhao was stunned for a moment, then softened his voice: "I won't go."

He Ning didn't believe it and looked at him eagerly.

General Lin really couldn't do anything against his will, so he had to stretch out his limbs to rest on his pulse: "I learned a little before, but I'm not proficient."

He Ning's mind was like cooking porridge, gurgling, his face was flushed abnormally, he couldn't hear what he was saying at all, but he could feel the breath of the other party, with a sense of security and reliability, which was very good.

He couldn't support his body, and fell back to sleep again, his head was now gasping for breath in the soft quilt.

The messy hair on the sideburns fluctuated with his breathing, and a few strands even ran into his mouth.

The itching was uncomfortable, and He Ning wanted to fix it with his tongue, but because of the moist saliva, he ate more.

Lin Zhao frowned and helped him to sit up first, smoothed out the hair scattered on his forehead, and hooked the hair from the corners of his mouth, and gently wiped away the little saliva overflowing from the corners of his mouth with his fingertips.

Turning around and pouring a glass of water, he helped him by the shoulders, hugged him in his arms and slowly fed him to drink, his gentle movements were like treating soft feathers.

He Ning's head was half resting on his chest, close to the throbbing chest cavity, his eyes were dazed holding the water glass, and he didn't know how to put it into his mouth.

General Lin was not in a hurry, he slowly raised the bottom of the teacup with his fingertips and brought it to his mouth: "Drink some water to moisten your throat."

Hearing General Lin's voice, He Ning instinctively grinned in the direction of the voice.

Lin Zhao: "..." Why are you acting coquettish at this time!

The person on the bed still had red eyes and pursed mouth, pouring water slowly like a little rabbit.

He Ning was seriously ill, and the condition of the cellar was too poor. His body couldn't adapt at all, and he still had a high fever at night.

Even after taking the medicine and waking up after a nap, his face was still flushed, and it was so serious that he started talking nonsense.

Lin Zhao was worried, and regardless of his instructions, he rushed outside with the man in his arms.

Mo Ying stopped outside: "General!"

Lin Zhao raised his cold eyes: "Your master is sick."

Mo Ying glanced at He Ning who was dawdling in his arms in embarrassment: "I'll call the imperial physician over."

Lin Zhao snorted coldly, "You think I can be locked up here."

Mo Ying's complexion changed slightly, he pressed his thumb on the scabbard around his waist, and adjusted his body to the best state for combat: "General, you..."

Lin Zhaoteng took out a hand, pressed his hand and inserted the half-drawn sword back: "I'm still here because I want to be here. If you delay any longer, something will happen to your young master."

"..." Mo Ying's hand was held down and he couldn't break free. He took another look at He Ning, who was obviously burnt out, and lowered his eyes, "This subordinate is going to find the imperial physician now."

Lin Zhao stopped the person who turned around and was about to run wildly: "It's Doctor Lin." After speaking, he strode towards the emperor's bedroom.

He Ning was hot all over, as if he was being put into a steamer, and his soul almost went out of his body. He opened his eyes in a daze, dragged his hands casually in the void, and called in a low voice: "General Lin."

A pair of cold and dry hands held him, and it was the voice that haunted his dreams that said to him: "I am here."

He Ning rubbed his wrist with his face based on his impression, and said softly: "I'm afraid." As long as General Lin is around, he can show his fragility unscrupulously.

General Lin stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch his face, but when he reached it, he withdrew his hand, lifted the quilt and lay down beside him, hugging him with both hands, his chest pressed against his back.

General Lin's familiar breath made He Ning calm down slowly, and the frowning between his brows gradually relaxed, and finally he fell into a deep sleep again.

Lai Fu has been waiting outside the hall, so he naturally saw General Lin carrying him in.

At this time, he stood respectfully at the door: "General, Doctor Lin is here."

Lin Zhaobi and Ning are more like the owner of this palace, his brows turned cold, and Laifu almost fell to his knees with frightened knees, and his mind flashed back and forth to think about what he had done during this period of time. What, thinking about it, his face turned pale, his hands and feet were cold and trembling.

Fortunately, Lin Zhao was just in a bad mood. He shot over with cold eyes and ordered softly, "Call in."

Laifu's body froze suddenly, and he shivered for a long time in the cold wind outside, a shallow tone was squeezed out of his trembling voice: "Yes."

The moment he turned around, he seemed to come alive suddenly. He reached out and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and tiptoed out.

It was not the first time that Imperial Physician Lin had treated He Ning, and he was familiar with the road.

But this time—

Doctor Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead, it was hard to say.

Finally, under General Lin's cold-eyed questioning, he finally squeezed out a word.

The little emperor is weak and can't stand the indulgence, so he should raise more generals. Hearing that, General Lin was frightened and helpless.

No one really believed him when he said it was the little emperor himself.

But it was also his presumptuousness. Once the wish of more than ten years came true, it was his fault that he couldn't bear to care about the other party's physical condition.

Because of illness, large areas of abnormal blushes appeared on He Ning's exposed white skin, and goose bumps popped out quickly when he came into contact with the cool air.

If you said there was a bit of Xuanni atmosphere before, now that He Ning can only breathe slowly with his mouth open because of his blocked nose and his blushing cheeks, after touching him, he is slightly cool but covered with dense beads of sweat On the forehead, General Lin only felt distressed.

General Lin quickly stripped off the clothes on his body that had become damp due to sweating, and casually took the clean undershirts presented by the maids just now, and hurriedly put them on for him.

After doing all this, General Lin covered his face with his hands, rubbed it vigorously, and slapped his face twice, his face was black and red, and then he went to bed and hugged He Ning through the quilt, it was all his fault!

He Ning, who was already uncomfortable, was restricted in his movements, and tried to stretch out his hand uncomfortably, but was hugged even tighter.

"Lin..." He Ning's voice was hoarse, his body was weak, his red eyes were narrowed into slits, and his long and curly eyelashes, which were usually blinking happily, still had two crystal clear teardrops hanging on them, so pitiful and cute.

Squeezing the tips of his slightly red ears, General Lin sprayed his warm breath on his earlobe: "What do you want?"

"Water, I want to drink water." He Ning had a sore throat, couldn't speak, and wanted to get up anxiously. He was pinned down on his shoulders and then slammed back into the quilt. No, it's like a bug stuffed into its body, it can only wriggle back and forth restlessly.

General Lin's gentle and reliable voice sounded again: "Don't move while you sleep, I'll go."

He Ning couldn't stretch out his hand to pull him, his face was so wrinkled that he almost cried: "I'm hot."

General Lin probed his forehead: "Good boy, just cover your sweat."

He Ning, who was soothed, stopped moving, and General Lin had time to pour water for him.

There was always warm tea in the teapot, and He Ning poured it down like watering flowers with General Lin's hand holding the cup. Not only did the swallowed water meander down the corner of his mouth, soaking his chest just changed clothes and a corner of the quilt on his body.

General Lin glanced at him and didn't care, just patted him on the back with the other hand: "Good boy, slow down."

This "good" is like a special word that can soothe He Ning's impatience. Once General Lin says it in a gentle tone, no matter how violent He Ning's mood swings, he will calm down involuntarily, just like a irascible little girl. The cat was suddenly patted down.

It wasn't until the tea cup in his hand could no longer drink water that He Ning let go of his hand reluctantly, and was about to wipe off the itchy corner of his mouth when he was pinned down by someone's arm, and raised his face vaguely to protest.

A warm and moist kiss was printed on the corner of his lips, and the water stains on the corners of his mouth were wiped off with something greasy. He Ning stared at his big round eyes and became tired after a while. His eyes were narrowed again, and they were limp under General Lin. on the other arm.

His eyes were blurred, but he vaguely remembered the smell of General Lin.

The corner of He Ning's mouth grinned with difficulty, and he hugged General Lin's arm and rubbed his cheek. In fact, it was not all a bad thing to endure humiliation in the palace for more than ten years. Had such a wonderful memory.

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