After the Destiny Child was reborn

Fu Yanning didn't blink her eyes: "Gu worms feed on flesh and blood, this is the best way to stop Your Highness from vomiting blood."

Jiang Wanyue bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with astonishment: "After doing this, the Gu worm will rely on Fu Shizhong's blood. Does Fu Shizhong have to feed the Gu worm with his own blood every time?"

"It's just a few bowls of blood." Fu Yanning wiped the blood on his arm with a new handkerchief, put down his sleeves, and sat down by the couch with the bowl.

"Didn't Fu Shizhong always hate His Royal Highness the most? Why would he still..." Jiang Wanyue was puzzled.

Fu Yanning supported Liang Jingzhan to sit up, with a condensed expression: "I saved him because he hasn't finished correcting his notes, so he can't die."

Jiang Wanyue didn't expect his reason to be so strange, it seemed to make sense and it didn't seem to make sense.

But the harsh tone of her voice made her dare not ask any more questions, Jiang Wanyue suggested: "Then use my blood."

Fu Yanning didn't answer her, he squeezed Liang Jingzhan's jaw tightly, let him open his mouth, moved the rim of the bowl to his mouth, and raised his hand to send a little bit of the blood in the bowl into his mouth.

The bowl Fu Yanning was holding was empty, and all the blood poured into Liang Jingzhan's mouth.

"I'll go get the antidote to save Your Highness tonight." Jiang Wanyue sat down by the couch, and saw that Liang Jingzhan's fingers hanging by the couch had turned black.

Jiang Wanyue's heart trembled, her hand lightly touched Liang Jingzhan's fingers, and she quickly retracted.

Those hands moved.

As soon as Liang Jingzhan opened his eyes, he saw the person next to him wearing purple clothes. Looking up along the purple clothes, Liang Jingzhan saw that familiar face again.

Fu Yanning was still holding the bowl in his hand, and there was something red on the side of the bowl, maybe it was blood.

Liang Jingzhan stretched out his weak left hand and tugged at Fu Yanning's sleeve, wanting the person who was staring blankly at his hand to look at him.

This is in his palace, Fu Yanning is next to him.

Before, he had a vague feeling that Fu Yanning carried him back to the palace.

Fu Yanning's body was cold and his arms were not warm, so he remembered it clearly.

It is certain that this time it should not be a dream.

I really didn't expect Fu Yanning to be so anxious, walking like chasing the wind, making him jolt up and down.

"Fu..."

Just as Liang Jingzhan opened his mouth, Jiang Wanyue, who was sitting behind, grabbed his hand and wept with joy: "Your Highness! Your Highness really woke up."

Liang Jingzhan took his hand out of her hand calmly, brought it to his lips and gave a fake cough, "Miss Jiang, don't worry, and thank you for taking care of Miss Jiang."

Jiang Wanyue shook her head with a smile: "The person who saved His Highness was Fu Shizhong. He used his own blood pressure to suppress the poison in the palace. I can't help you with anything."

"It doesn't matter. Thank you Miss Jiang for trusting me and giving me the letter. This king will never forget this kindness."

With Jiang Wanyue here, Liang Jingzhan gave up on asking Fu Yanning for the time being.

"I'll go to the manor to change the antidote for His Highness, and His Highness is waiting for me to bring the medicine back." Jiang Wanyue leaned over and tucked up the quilt for him.

"Okay, sorry to trouble Miss Jiang, be careful on the road." Liang Jingzhan coughed a few times, and slowly sat up from the couch when he saw her coming out of the back hall.

He lightly raised his sword eyebrows, stopped coughing suddenly, and turned to look at Fu Yanning, "Is what Miss Jiang said true?"

Fu Yanning pulled her cold face and turned her head away from him.

Liang Jingzhan watched him get up and put the bowl in his hand on the table, and he was about to leave the hall.

Liang Jingzhan's face darkened, and the few drops of blood remaining at the corner of his mouth made his face a bit menacingly coquettish. His lips moved, his voice was extremely low, and he looked at his back and said, "Stop."

It was not the sound that a patient who just woke up would make.

Nor is it a sentence that should be said to those who have saved themselves.

Fu Yanning continued to walk out, with no tendency to stop.

Liang Jingzhan got off the bed in a few steps, grabbed his shoulders, and forced him to turn around.

Without waiting for him to resist, Liang Jingzhan opened his sleeves.

A bloody wound suddenly appeared on that white and slender wrist in his sight, Liang Jingzhan didn't dare to use half of his strength in his hand, for fear of accidentally touching his wound and hurting Fu Yanning.

He clasped Fu Yanning's shoulder and slipped behind him, ignoring the stiffness and discomfort of his subordinates, he put his hand on Fu Yanning's back and pushed him to the edge of the couch, "Are you stupid? Why are you doing this?" What kind of stupid thing? Don't you wish that I would not obstruct your eyes? Why, seeing this king fainted, you can't bear it anymore?"

Fu Yanning still looked stubborn, his eyelashes flickered, "His Royal Highness has just been promoted to Zhongshu Ling, and many matters have not been completed yet. It may be inappropriate to transfer the remaining matters to others rashly."

When Liang Jingzhan went to get the plaster, he couldn't laugh or cry when he heard his words, "Fu Shizhong might as well find a less far-fetched reason next time, the king may still believe it."

Fu Yanning gritted her teeth to defend, biting every word extremely hard: "I'm just worried about government affairs."

The ups and downs of the voice seemed to be deliberately emphasizing something.

"Why did I ever say that you were worried about me?" Liang Jingzhan turned around and couldn't help laughing.

"I don't have any!"

Liang Jingzhan saw that he seemed to be in a hurry, so he stopped teasing him.

"In my temple, there is nothing else, except that there are many ointments."

Liang Jingzhan came over with a bottle of ointment, sat down beside him, pulled Fu Yanning's wrist, and slowly applied it to his wound, stopping every now and then, asking him, "Does it hurt?"

He himself didn't feel the pain, and the strikes were not serious, but Fu Yanning was so delicate and tender, he was really different from him.

Liang Jingzhan lowered his eyes and gently blew on his wound.

The medicine Xiao Weisheng sent was a bit strong, and it might cause a burning sensation when used. Liang Jingzhan wondered if Fu Yanning would feel better.

Fu Yanning didn't reply to him for a long time, Liang Jingzhan asked him again: "Is the wound still hot?"

Fu Yanning said in a low voice: "Your Highness, I cannot bear this."

Hearing what he said, Liang Jingzhan stopped blowing, and unconsciously felt the sense of alienation in Fu Yanning's tone, as if he was born with it, but sometimes he felt that it was done on purpose.

It always sounds so uncomfortable.

Usually he is indifferent to this sense of alienation, but it doesn't mean he doesn't care.

In particular, Fu Yanning obviously saved him, but refused to admit or accept any feedback from himself, which made him feel as if he was lifted out of the mud by one person and thrown into another valley by the other person.

Anyway, just upset.

Liang Jingzhan raised his voice, faintly annoyed: "Why can't you bear it? Fu Shizhong saved me, and I should do something in return. Although Fu Shizhong didn't do anything big for Fu Shizhong, Fu Shizhong didn't even want to do such a small thing." If you accept it, that’s just wishful thinking on my part.”

Having said that, Liang Jingzhan's subordinates still did not dare to use force, and still spread the ointment lightly.

After the ointment was almost applied, he took out the veil and soaked it in hot water.

Liang Jingzhan pulled Fu Yanning's wrist to his lap, and wiped off the blood around his wrist with a wet handkerchief. The blood slowly dried up and turned dark red, sticking to Fu Yanning's wrist and hands.

"Fu Shizhong is definitely not feeling well, right?" Liang Jingzhan watched the blood on his wrist slowly fade away, gradually revealing his jade-white skin.

"..."

Liang Jingzhan was not surprised that Fu Yanning hadn't heard back to him.

But from time to time, he felt that there were eyes watching him, which could not be ignored, and it was from Fu Yanning.

This is very strange.

He opened his eyelids and looked over, and saw that Fu Yanning was staring at him...

Liang Jingzhan lowered his head and touched his Adam's apple.

Could it be that those naked eyes have discovered... his thoughts?

He put his gaze on Fu Yanning's wrist again, and his Adam's apple suppressed the small movements of swallowing.

At this moment, as soon as he lowered his head and saw Fu Yanning's blood, he felt an urge to take a sip.

It seemed that Fu Yanning's hands were not bleeding, but some fragrant nectar.

No no no.

A guess suddenly popped up in Liang Jingzhan's mind, "You temporarily suppressed the Gu worm with your blood, so does it mean that every time I have an attack, your blood must be used to stop it?"

When Fu Yanning looked over, he had suddenly withdrawn his gaze, and also withdrew his hand.

At this moment, he lowered his eyes, sat quietly by the side of the couch, straightened his sleeves secretly, and did not speak again.

Liang Jingzhan directly lowered his head and put his face in front of him: "Really? Just keep silent."

After Fu Yanning straightened the wrinkles on the official uniform, she opened her lips and said, "No...it's not."

Liang Jingzhan couldn't imagine that he had to watch Fu Yanning cut his own flesh and bleed to save him every time the Gu poison broke out.

Of course he didn't want to see Fu Yanning get hurt, and it was because of him.

Liang Jingzhan smiled wryly, confirming his guess even more: "That's it. No wonder I have a strange impulse after seeing your blood."

The urge to drink something.

With this thought, his body became hotter and hotter, and his mouth felt a little thirsty, eager to drink something to quench his thirst.

His eyes flicked over the backs of Fu Yanning's hands, which were still stained with blood.

There was a gleam in Liang Jingzhan's eyes.

Do you want a drink?

Just one drop.

No, no, what is he thinking!

Liang Jingzhan closed his eyes to stop any thoughts he shouldn't have.

After closing his eyes, Liang Jingzhan still smelled a faint fragrance.

In addition to the smell of blood, it was also mixed with Fu Yanning's unique fragrance of cloves. Liang Jingzhan raised his hand and smelled his sleeve.

Sure enough, it smelled of cloves on Fu Yanning's body.

Liang Jingzhan swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he was in deep water and hot water.

maybe...

Liang Jingzhan took out a letter from his bosom, squinted his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "There are clues to the real culprit who framed the emperor's brother in the letter, does Fu Shizhong want to know?"

Fu Yanning turned her head in an instant, raised her hand to take the letter in his hand, and was just as confident as taking her own things.

Liang Jingzhan withdrew his hand and put the letter behind him, "As long as Fu Shizhong promises me one thing, I will hand over the letter to you."

He took out the letter and shook it in front of Fu Yanning.

"What's the matter?" Fu Yanning withdrew his hand and asked cautiously.

"one little thing."