Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

Passing through the dark and gloomy corridor, behind the last iron door, is Xiao Liuzui.

"Open the door."

"Yes, my lord."

Zuo Yan felt distressed when he saw it, his white underwear was stained with a few blood stains, his hands were handcuffed, his head was hanging down, and his long hair covered his face.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, Xiao Liuzui raised his head, his face was pale, but when he saw him, the corners of his mouth were still twitching into a smile.

"My lord."

Smile, laugh, laugh ass, you can still laugh when it's time.

Pressing his fingertips on his body, with a little force, Xiao Liuzui took a deep breath, and said aggrievedly: "It hurts..."

It hurts so bad you forget it.

Asking someone to put him down, Xiao Liuzui immediately fell into his arms weakly, holding his neck with both hands, his cheeks stretched against his chest, and took a deep breath.

"My lord smells so good..."

Zuo Yan dragged his body, really wanting to strangle him to death.

Originally, I wanted to be hugged by a princess, but the weight of the person in my arms was not as light as it seemed.

I tried twice, in order not to throw him halfway and cause secondary injury, I wanted someone to carry him out, but...

"let go."

"No, I want the prince to hug you." She rubbed the side of his neck as she spoke.

Who can hug your head and weight!

In normal times, she would only act coquettishly occasionally, but after being injured, she completely became a rascal.

No matter how you say it, Xiao Liuzui just won't let go, Zuo Yan finally decides not to go out!

Directly let people arrange the cell comfortably, and the doctor brings it in for diagnosis and treatment.

Zuo Yan went out and asked someone to cook him some food, not greasy, just porridge and vegetables.

When I came back, I saw the doctor and him were in a stalemate.

When the doctor came and wanted to take off his clothes to look at the wound, Xiao Liuzui was like a little daughter-in-law grabbing the neckline and refusing to take it off.

Zuo Yan walked over, "Be obedient."

While taking off his underwear, the flesh and blood stuck to the clothes, and if he pulled it, the layer of skin would be peeled off.

Zuo Yan paused, unable to make a move for a long time.

Xiao Liuzui raised his head, "My lord, it hurts..."

I'm sorry you made it yourself, damn it, it hurts you to death.

Zuo Yan watched him pout, and didn't care if there were outsiders present, so he lowered his head and kissed him.

Xiao Liuzui bent his eyes, held his hand, and pulled it violently, Zuo Yan looked over, "What are you doing!"

A large piece of flesh and blood was torn off from the inner garment.

Xiao Liuzui stretched his neck and kissed him, "Is the prince caring about me?"

Zuo Yan looked down at his face, not feeling distressed, his liver ached.

The doctor stroked his beard, coughed, and had to remind himself of his existence.

When the doctor took the pulse, he kept frowning, with a serious expression, and Zuo Yan looked at him terrified, maybe he was going to die.

Xiao Liuzui wasn't worried, the man couldn't find anything, he played with Zuo Yan's fingers while looking at Zuo Yan's expression.

Not knowing whether Xiao Liuzui knew about his poisoning, Zuo Yan deliberately pulled the old doctor aside and asked about the wound and the poison.

"This son's physique is relatively weak. It stands to reason that he should have been bedridden to recuperate all year round, and the prince said that he knows kung fu. This is very contradictory in itself."

"You said he was weak?"

Looking back, I saw a weak man with a weak and aggrieved expression, staring straight at him.

Zuo Yan: ...

The doctor stroked his beard, "Looking at the pulse, it is indeed the case."

"Is it possible that it was caused by the poison in his body?"

The doctor grabbed two of his beards, "What puzzles me the most is that there is more than one kind of poison in this young man's body, which has been accumulated in his body for many years, and it is extraordinary that he did not die from the poison and changed his body. constitution……"

Once the doctor came across a topic he was interested in, he would talk incessantly, one thing after another, Zuo Yan pretended to understand everything and then interrupted him.

"Just tell me the result."

"The injury on this young man's body is only a skin trauma, but because of his special physique, he looks scary, and the poison in his body is nothing to worry about. If the poison is not fused, there will always be people running out to watch the wind. He should be used to it. .”

Zuo Yan frowned at his metaphor, "What do you mean getting used to it?"

The doctor said: "Just like eating and drinking water, once a day is a blessing, a hundred or so times is not too much, maybe he will get poisoned while talking, the symptoms are different, and there will always be a word."

"what?"

"pain."

"This fucking..." Who did it!Zuo Yan's face was distorted, he walked around twice, took a breath, turned around and asked, "Is he still saved?"

The doctor said: "There is no cure for this kind of situation. Once you close your eyes, you don't know if you will see the sunshine the next day..."

"do not talk."

After listening to Zuo Yan, he really couldn't bear it anymore, and sent the doctor down, but the doctor left the medicine to treat the trauma and left.

Zuo Yan walked around outside the cell several times while biting the tip of his thumb.

"System, do you think it's possible that the old man made a wrong diagnosis and treatment?"

System: "Impossible, he is a genius doctor of the previous generation." It's just that he was too old to move, so he stayed in the palace.

"Then what's going on with him?"

System: "I don't know, the information is incomplete, it may have something to do with the identity of his pavilion master."

Zuo Yan really wanted to grab the target's shoulder and dangle it around vigorously, why should he torture himself like this, can't he be more normal!

The guards watched in wonder as the prince suddenly kicked towards the tree trunk next to him, and then squatted down.

Zuo Yan hugged his feet, tears came from the corners of his eyes.

Limping into the cell, he didn't know which was more severe, his pain or the pavilion master's pain.

Xiao Liuzui frowned as he watched the blood on his body wet the quilt beneath him, and rubbed his fingers boredly, why didn't he come in.

When familiar footsteps came, Xiao Liuzui immediately adjusted the curvature of his body.

When Zuo Yan came in, he saw the beauty's clothes were half exposed, with blood slipping from her fair skin.

"Didn't I tell you not to move around!"

With a cold face, Zuo Yan took the medicine on one side and applied ointment to the other small wounds.

Xiao Liuzui obediently let his fingers move around on him, panting lightly from time to time.

"My lord, it hurts too, touch it."

After being injured like this, he was still full of energy. After touching him skillfully, he heard the people below staring at him while calling his name.

Zuo Yan glanced at him sideways, "What's the matter with the poison on your body?"

Xiao Liuzui took his other hand and kissed the fingertips, "Because I miss the prince too much, I was careless for a while."

Zuo Yan was surprised, he didn't know if the doctor had checked out his illness.

System: "Normal people can't see his situation, otherwise he wouldn't be lurking in the prince's mansion openly."

Zuo Yan pinched his chin, leaned closer to him and asked, "Oh? Then who are you, and what is the purpose of coming to the palace?"

Xiao Liuzui stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked his lips, "My purpose is for you."

Liar!At a time like this, there are still thoughts of deceiving people.

Zuo Yan didn't know what it was like, he let go of his hand, guessing that the servants should deliver the food, got up and left.

"Where are you going?"

The sleeve was pulled, and someone used his pitiful eyes again, like an abandoned animal.

Zuo Yan ignored it and left with a cold face.

The next moment, the world was turned upside down, and the person was crushed on the bed, with a head rubbing against his neck.

His clothes were all opened.

Someone licked his lips, "My lord, are you going to abandon me?"

Zuo Yan was so angry when he saw him, he slapped him aside, subconsciously protecting his wound.

"Go away, you can stay here until your identity is revealed."

Xiao Liuzui was immediately pushed aside "delicate and weak", so weak that he wanted to be hugged in his arms.

Zuo Yan remained indifferent, and walked out in a hasty pace.

Xiao Liuzui looked at his back, curled his lips into a smile, then frowned, covered his chest, and murmured, "It's really not the time..."

When he went out, he happened to meet the maid who came to deliver the food. Under the maid's shocked gaze, Zuo Yan had tried every dish himself before watching her deliver the food.

After returning back, he rushed directly to the Library Pavilion. Over the years, the emperor had rewarded him with a lot of ancient books. There should be something about Xiao Liuzui's body.

During these days, Zuo Yan went to the cell to visit the hard-to-serve pavilion master from time to time, because he often didn't eat or take medicine when he couldn't see Zuo Yan.

Only after Zuo Yan left, would he be obedient and obedient. In just a few days, he felt as if he had raised a son.

They need to be fed for meals, and those two paws are not honest at all.

You need to feed the medicine, if you just use your hands to feed before, you have to use your mouth to drink the medicine.

Every time I take the medicine, I can always taste bitterness in my mouth, and all the candied fruit I prepared went into my mouth.

This is the life of a prisoner.

He didn't say his purpose, nor his identity, so he felt at ease.

"What the hell, I must have owed him in my previous life!"

Zuo Yan came out of the cell with his trousers in his hands, and was stripped of his clothes without paying attention for a while, and became more and more proficient.

Library.

Zuo Yan is a person who suffers from headaches when he reads books. His well-combed hair makes him feel like a chicken coop. There are a pile of ancient books beside him, all about medicine and some miscellaneous notes.

System: "What did the genius doctor say."

Zuo Yan lay paralyzed on the side, looking at the top of his head, "He said he wanted to do some research."

Moreover, it seems that the spies are about to find the trace of the fan, and Zuo Yan's date is coming, although the emperor didn't tell him to look for it, but...someone has to wipe his ass!

I definitely owed him in my previous life!

Suddenly remembering his road-crazy physique, Zuo Yan threw down the book, he had to find a map.

He couldn't understand Dajin's map, so he drew a copy of the systematic guidance.

In the middle of the night, I thought that the person was already asleep, so I didn't go to the cell and went back to my room.

In the middle of the night, a warm body leaned against his back...