An Empire as a Betrothal Gift

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the layout of the furnishings is exquisite, and all the decorations are priceless.In the house, the ground dragon is burning vigorously, and the indoor temperature is like spring all year round.

In comparison, the Green Bamboo Pavilion where Wei Lian lives is really desolate and shabby.

The palace servants lifted the bead curtain, Ji Yue carried Wei Lian into the bedroom, lifted the curtain, and put him on the dragon couch.

As soon as he touched the soft bed, Wei Lian felt so comfortable that he didn't want to get up, and wished he could roll on it.

What kind of fairy days did King Qin live.

The small wooden bed in the Green Bamboo Pavilion was so cramped that Wei Lian could hardly even turn over, and he kept resenting for a long time without saying anything.

Wei Lian felt dizzy, presumably because of the cold.After all, I stayed in the snow for so long, it didn't make sense and nothing happened.

Wei Lian still doesn't know what he looks like in King Qin's eyes.

In Ji Yue's eyes, he saw a painting of beauty.

The beauty closed her eyes, her eyelashes were long and slender, her cheeks were flushed, her black hair spread out on the bed, and her slender fingers unconsciously grabbed the brocade quilt.Frowning, forbearing and fragile.

The end is the appearance of a diseased bone, a disease, and a peerless beauty.

"Go and invite the imperial physician." Ji Yue ordered in a low voice.

The palace man bowed his knees: "No."

Ji Yue stopped him: "Also, prepare another bowl of ginger soup."

The palace man was taken aback for a moment, and saluted again to promise.

The moment he turned around, he thought to himself, this guard is really lucky.

He has served His Majesty for so many years, and he has never seen His Majesty care about anyone.

Wei Lian's body was uncomfortable, but he wasn't overwhelmed by the fever.

He grew up in a dangerous situation in the deep palace, no matter what the situation was, he would keep himself awake so as not to let himself be slaughtered by others.

But he still pretended to be burnt out, with his eyes closed and his posture weak.

He didn't want to talk to King Qin for the time being.

To avoid accidentally saying the wrong thing and having your tongue cut off.

His dizzy mind is not so bright now, and he can think of many excuses in an instant to escape punishment.

The imperial physician arrived soon to diagnose Wei Lian's pulse.

Wei Lian's hands are beautiful.His fingers are like jade, his wrists are slender, and women's catkins are not as soft as him.

What Ji Yue noticed was the thin callus on the tiger's mouth in Wei Lian's palm.

Those are the cocoons of martial arts practitioners.

Ji Yue's eyes darkened slightly.

According to his investigation results, Gongzi Lian does not know martial arts.

Could it be another assassin sent by Chu State to assassinate him?

Or is it, meticulous work?

The imperial physician quickly finished his diagnosis, bowed to the King of Qin and said, "Return to Your Majesty, Mr. Wei has a cold air entering his body and developed a high fever. I just take a prescription and take it."

Ji Yue said softly, "Show him his knees."

The imperial physician was slightly stunned, but still rolled up Wei Lian's obscene trousers to his knees, revealing a section of his fair calf.

The knees were black and blue, falling on the snow-white skin, shocking.

The imperial doctor was shocked, the injury was clearly caused by kneeling for a long time...

The heart of the emperor is unpredictable.The imperial doctor didn't dare to think deeply, and after a little inspection, he said to Ji Yue, "Although it is serious, fortunately, it's just a skin injury, and it can be cured by applying some ointment."

Ji Yue had a half-smile: "Why don't you wipe it off for him?"

See what he is doing, do you still expect him to give medicine to people in person?

The imperial doctor hesitated: "It will be painful when you apply the wound medicine, but if you use Yurong ointment, it will be painless and the effect will be quick. I don't know Your Majesty..."

Yurong ointment is precious, and only His Majesty can use it on weekdays.Now seeing that His Majesty seems to care a little bit about the guard, the imperial physician dared to ask one more question.

Ji Yue's smile continued, but what he said hurt people: "A proton is also equipped with Yurong ointment? It's flattering to give him casual wound medicine."

The imperial doctor shook his body: "No."

He thought that His Majesty invited him to see Mr. Wei because he felt sorry for him.

Sure enough, he was thinking too much.No one can feel sorry for His Majesty.Poor guard guard, who is so beautiful, meets such a ruthless king as His Majesty.

The imperial physician is about the same age and has a grandson at home, who is about the same age as Wei Lian.No matter how much he hated the Chu people, seeing Wei Lian who was in such a miserable situation at such a young age, he couldn't help feeling pity.

Wei Lian closed his eyes, heard the conversation between King Qin and the imperial physician clearly, and made another note to King Qin in his heart.

The imperial physician took out the wound medicine from the medicine box, wiped some, and carefully touched Shang Weilian's knee.

Almost at the moment of touching, Wei Lian let out a cry of pain, and frowned even tighter.

The imperial doctor paused, seeing that Ji Yue's expression remained unchanged, he gritted his teeth and wiped it off again.

Wei Lian immediately wept, grabbed Ji Yue's sleeve, and subconsciously called out: "Mother, don't go..."

Ji Yue who suddenly became a mother: "..."

The imperial physician also trembled, suspecting that he would be silenced.

Ji Yue lowered his eyes and wanted to retract the sleeves, but the young man who was ill was pulling the sleeves with great strength and couldn't let go for a while.

Ji Yue was a little impatient and wanted to shake it away, but the young man called out again in a hoarse voice: "... Ah Lian hurts so much."

"Mother... don't leave Ah Lian behind." The young man showed an extremely fragile look in his dream, "I miss you so much...I feel so uncomfortable..."

Ji Yue's strength suddenly loosened.

He let Wei Lian tug on his sleeve, and ordered the imperial physician in a cold voice: "Use Yurong ointment. Tell him to shut up."

The Imperial Physician: "... promise."

Did he witness the birth of His Majesty's Nemesis? ? ?

Yurong ointment was really painless and quick to take effect. After using the back guard, it didn't hurt anymore, and the hand holding King Qin's sleeve was released.

The pain of taking the medicine was actually within Wei Lian's tolerance.It's just that he can be painless, why should he endure the pain?Wei Lian knew from a very young age that people should treat themselves better.And any benefit must be won by oneself.

What's more, if you can call "Mother Qin" to respond to King Qin, why not do it.

It's just a play.Wei Lian is very skilled in business.

He had practiced the skill of acting on every occasion to the full point as early as in the Chu Palace.

With Yurong Ointment, the wound on the knee fades at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it will be healed after a day or two of treatment.

After the imperial doctor applied the ointment, he bowed and left, leaving room for the two of them.

Ji Yue looked at the young man on the couch with a sarcastic expression.

Since he had checked on Young Master Lian, he knew that Wei Lian's biological mother had died early, and he had only one adoptive mother, Concubine Yan, who also gave birth to Young Master Yan.

Gongzi Yan is ninth in line and was born after Gongzi Lian.Ji Yue didn't need to think about it to know what Concubine Yan's plan for adopting Wei Lian was to find an heir.Later, when he had his own son, the adopted son became less important.Otherwise, Wei Lian would not have been sent here as an abandoned son of Chu State.

Such a woman makes young people miss her.

I don't know if it's true or fake.

After thinking about it, the ginger soup has been delivered, and the medicine is still boiling.Ji Yue helped the young man up, and mercilessly poured the whole bowl of ginger soup down for him.

"Ahem..." Wei Lian couldn't pretend to be so noisy, so he pretended to wake up and coughed.

...He has to wake up if he doesn't wake up.With such a rude irrigation method by the King of Qin, it was clear that he wanted to choke him to death directly.

"You're awake." Ji Yue smiled, "I drank the ginger soup myself."

The young man stared blankly at him with a dazed expression: "You are..."

Not sober yet.

Ji Yue ordered coldly: "Drink. If you don't drink, get out and kneel for another two hours."

The young man was stunned, his expression a little aggrieved, but he took the bowl obediently and drank it down in one gulp, as if he was really afraid that Ji Yue would punish him to kneel again.

He was very good-looking, and even if he drank soup, his movements were graceful and gentle.In the end, there was a little soup stain on the corner of his mouth, and he carefully licked it off with the tip of his tongue, like a lazy and cute cat.

Ji Yue suddenly felt a little dry mouth.

At this time, the palace man came in again holding a medicine bowl and said, "Your Majesty, the medicine is ready."

Ji Yue picked up the medicine bowl: "Back off."

"promise."

The palace servants left, Ji Yue turned around, but saw the young man shrinking back in horror: "I don't want to drink this!"

Ji Yue narrowed his eyes: "What did you say?"

No one has ever dared to say no to King Qin.

The young man shook his head, hugged his knees and curled up on the bedside: "I smell the medicine...the medicine is bitter, I don't want to drink it."

Ji Yue threatened: "Kneel if you don't drink."

The young man still shook his head: "I don't want it."

Ji Yue's voice turned cold: "Four hours."

Four hours, that is kneeling all night.

The young man said with red eyes: "You let me continue to kneel! I would rather kneel to death than drink medicine."

Ji Yue almost laughed angrily.

He didn't know that Wei Lian was so childish after his illness, but he was different from the gentle and quiet young man he saw during the day.

Really burnt out.

It's not that Wei Lian is really confused, nor is it that he really can't drink the medicine.

He has suffered through all kinds of hardships, so is he still afraid of this bowl of medicine?

He just did it to an appropriate degree.

When he is sober, he must be cautious, only at this time can he show a different side to attract King Qin.

Wei Lian was also trying to test the bottom line of King Qin's tolerance for him, and strived for a greater degree of freedom for his future self.

Once this speed is exceeded, he will naturally know how to let it go.

Now it seems... King Qin seems to be quite fond of it.

At least he didn't really let him go out and continue kneeling.

"You do this, do you want the orphan to feed you?" Ji Yue asked.

Wei Lian was silent.

He felt that King Qin would not be so kind.

Sure enough, Ji Yue's next sentence was: "Since you don't drink the medicine, it's useless to keep your tongue, just cut it off."

Wei Lian: "..."

He knows it!

He didn't dare to probe further.

I always feel that if I continue to do this, King Qin, who is still smiling lightly now, will really change his face and cut off his tongue.

She looks like a beauty, but she is born with a heart of snakes and scorpions.

Wei Lian looked frightened, with a bitter face, picked up the spoon, and finished the medicine in small sips.

As soon as it bottomed out, I couldn't wait to light up the bowl: "Look, I'm done drinking."

Ji Yue gave a soft "hmm" and gave Wei Lian a candied fruit that had already been prepared.

Wei Lian: Heh, slapping Tianzao, do you think it will dispel my determination to kill you?

Wei Lian: "One is not enough, I want a plate."

Ji Yue was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled happily.

"You look like this, which is more interesting than before."

Wei Lian thought to himself: King Qin likes this one?

Slightly silly and sweet.

It's okay, he can act too.

Wei Lian looked at Ji Yue seriously: "Then, is there any more?"

Ji Yue smiled: "Yes."

"But you have to take a shower first, and taste it when you come back."

It's cold all over, and I still have to soak in hot soup to get rid of the cold.

Wei Lian said obediently, "Okay."