On how to be favored on the throne

"Huh? I love you," the bloody boy tremblingly laughed as if he had heard some good joke. He laughed so hard that blood gushed out from the wound like springs.

"He loves me! If it wasn't for you, he would definitely love me. Why are you so noble and unwilling to bend down to please him for me? You are so selfish and disgusting... I would rather never have you. "The queen cursed intermittently, as if everything was Wen Zhi's fault, as if she was innocent and almost white.

She never felt like she was doing anything wrong, like now.

The queen clenched her teeth and swung down every whip, with [-]% strength, she almost treated Wen Zhi as a life and death enemy.

Wen Zhi didn't even cry out in pain, he just listened numbly to the sound of the whip, he couldn't even express his hatred.

The omega in front of her once held him tenderly in her arms, hoping that the man would stop in front of her bedroom, hoping that he would touch the ends of her hair and say "Thank you, queen."

However, what she got was disappointment day and night, and it was news that the emperor favored other concubines every day.

Emperor Qiming didn't love her, and even hated her.

He married her out of fear of the power of her mother's family, and treated her as a shame in his life, how could he still like her and pity her?

It's not that the queen doesn't understand, she's just crazy enough to forget.

She loves someone and goes crazy.

The queen frantically picked up the salt water and wool felt that had been prepared by the palace servants. A strange smile appeared on her beautiful and distorted face. She soaked the wool felt with salt water and sucked it very heavily. Cover the bruised wound of Wen Zhi □□.

At that moment, even Wen Zhi couldn't help struggling, but his limbs were tightly bound by the shackles, so any more struggles would be in vain.

At most, the wool felt is only a little crooked, exposing a piece of skin can be temporarily relieved.

The queen noticed it and didn't say much, she just picked up the bucket of salt water and poured the remaining salt water on Wen Zhi's exposed skin.

"Hiss—" Wen Zhi inhaled heavily, feeling like he was about to pass out.

——It’s okay to faint.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyelashes half eagerly.

But the queen didn't want him to get his wish. Qianqianyu picked up a short needle like a cow's hair, dipped it in salt water, one by one, like picking pimples, peeled off the scabbed wounds of Wenzhi, and saw with satisfaction Blood oozes again.

Wen Zhi trembled, not knowing when the needle tip would fall again, he thought so, but his mind slowly woke up, enjoying the pain all the time.

New wounds piled up old wounds on his body, and there was no good spot all over his body, but he couldn't die.

The queen was still reluctant to let him die like this, after all, looking at him, she could vaguely remember how Emperor Qiming favored her.

Besides, her mother's family would never allow Wen Zhi to die like this - he was their obvious ambition for the throne.

After three whole days like this, Wen Zhi was put back into his bedroom by the empress.

During this period of hot weather, the wound on Wen Zhi's body was suppurated unsurprisingly. The thick and disgusting pus spread all over his body, and the yellow-green pus would emerge with just a light touch. Unbearable foul smell.Seeing his appearance like this, the palace servants all stood aside and regarded him like a scourge.

Besides, as the empress once explained, it is not allowed to give medicine to the Third Highness without permission.

The nurse thought peacefully, put the lunch on the coffee table away from the bed, and said, "Third Highness, it's time for you to get up and eat."

She is the wet nurse of His Highness the Third Highness and also the Empress's person, and her words in this palace are even more important than Wen Zhi, so naturally no one dared to refute, she ran away holding her nose, still saying: "Hey, what a bad luck, A good day ruined by the smell."

What she said was completely heard by Wen Zhi, and all Wen Zhi could do was close his eyes forcefully, and he was even unable to say another word.

The flies also seemed to think that he was going to die, and swarmed and danced wildly around him, buzzing non-stop, until they had no strength at all.

He doesn't want to die yet.

Wen Zhi was thinking like this, but he didn't know how to generate strength, so he moved a part of his body out of the bed. He tried to perform the same movement again, but he couldn't control it well for a while, and fell heavily on the ground, breaking all the pustules. There were several of them, and the yellow-green viscous liquid scrambled out, and the smell in the room suddenly became more indescribable.

Wen Zhi was in so much pain that he couldn't move, even moving his fingers was futile, he wanted to open his mouth to call someone in, but his throat was so dry that he could only make a cooing sound like a wild dog, which could not be conveyed outside the palace.

Even if they came, they would just move him back to the bed.

Wen Zhi thought wearily.

In a daze, he felt a little angel in snow-white clothes standing in front of him, exuding a soft light all over his body. He heard that he thought he was going to die, so he would see the angel, and then thought: I think I have seen too many sins like this. Can people go to heaven?

Yuxue's cute little angel seemed to be unskilled in business. She squatted down and put the back of her hand on his hot forehead. The little angel's hand was small and soft, like a handful of cotton. She couldn't help but raise her head and suck it greedily. With the scent of fragrant berries on Angel, it's... fresh orange.

It smells good.

Wen Zhi heard the little angel muttering something to himself, and ran out of the palace quickly, walking in a hurry.

Wen Zhi was a little disappointed, it really must be the wrong way.

People like me should go to hell.

He closed his eyes in despair, and suddenly, he heard the footsteps from just now again, and the person standing in front of him was the little angel from just now.

Behind the little angel were two alpha doctors in white coats, his eyes followed Wen Zhi cautiously like a kitten, and Wen Zhi was soon sent to the Royal Hospital by the doctors.

Perhaps it was because his appearance was so miserable that the queen didn't even stop him.

Wen Zhi's hand was tightly held by the little angel, sweating thickly. The little angel accompanied Wen Zhi all the way on the suspension car. The little angel's hand was soft and soft. Wen Zhi unknowingly relaxed. When I arrived at the hospital, there were already doctors with relevant specialties waiting outside the door to take over Wenzhi.

Wen Zhi was wrapped in a thin quilt, and they didn't know the details at first, but when they lifted the quilt, even experienced doctors couldn't help being silent.

There is no other reason, the wound on Wen Zhi's body is too sensational, Nurse Beta couldn't help taking a breath, his eyes immediately became moist, he couldn't imagine what kind of tragic event the boy in front of him went through .

But this alpha boy was sent out from the palace, so there is no room for them to speculate, the two doctors lost their minds for a moment, and said to Wen Zhi in a deep voice: "If we want to recover quickly, we must squeeze all the pustules and release the pus before treatment Wound."

"The process can be tough," Nurse Beta added.

"I, no, I'm afraid." Wen Zhi mouthed to them.

As long as he can survive, he will not be afraid of anything when he sees the day when Emperor Qiming dies.

The little angel hadn't left yet, and was still following the crowd, trotting behind Wenzhi's stretcher, "I'll go with my brother."

Wen Zhi felt that he was probably hallucinating, otherwise how could he hear the little angel calling him brother?

However, the little angel did follow Wen Zhi into the operating room again, and even put on a mask and protective clothing as the Romans did.

The small body was wrapped tightly, and seeing the other party's clumsy gait like a little penguin, Wen Zhi couldn't help but curled the corners of his mouth, and then it turned into an expression distorted by the great pain.

The little angel held Wenzhi's hand again, as if transferring power, and handed over his own strength to Wenzhi. Wenzhi saw that Yuxue's cute face was full of worries, and even the pain became unbearable .

Wen Zhi tried his best to control himself not to use force on the little angel's little hand, for fear of hurting him, he left.

This was the first time in his life that he felt that someone cared about him, like being nourished by a trickle of warm water flowing all over his body. It was a really good experience, and he didn't want to lose it just like that.

The little angel never let go of his hand until it was all over.

The doctors were full of admiration for Wen Zhi: "You are too brave, you didn't even scream like this."

Wen Zhi only showed a faint smile weakly, and didn't speak.

He is not brave, but he is used to the pain, and he is as normal as drinking water to this kind of torture.

Wen Zhi was dazzled by the little angel's smile behind the protective suit, couldn't help but clenched his hand, slowly closed his eyes as if relieved, and fell into a coma.

Before she fell into a coma, she heard the little angel's frightened and worried little voice.

It was already ten hours after Wen Zhi woke up again. When he regained consciousness, the first thing he thought of was whether the little angel was still there. Fortunately, the soft touch in his hand was still there. Wen Zhi heaved a sigh of relief and lifted his Seeing the other party's soft and tactile hair, the little angel leaned against the bed... and fell asleep.

Wen Zhi couldn't help stretching out his hand, and gently rubbed the little angel's hair. Sure enough, the touch was excellent.

Wen Zhi thought with satisfaction, but saw the disheveled angel Zai Zai slowly opened his eyes, a pair of glass-colored pupils widened, and saw Wen Zhi wake up with a smile like melting ice and snow, "Brother, you Are you awake?"

"Brother?" Wen Zhi suddenly realized that Zai Zai in front of him was not a real little angel.

That is to say——I can own him.

Wen Zhi's mood became visibly joyful, and a calculating light flashed in his blood-red eyes, "You are... Wen Ge?"

Wen Zhi quickly identified people. After all, in the palace, at this age, he is still an omega, and there is only his sixth brother named Wen Ge.

"Yeah, it's me." Xiao Wenge nodded obediently and agreed.

"How...how did you find me?" Wen Zhi couldn't help but ask, his bedroom is remote and desolate, few people pass by, let alone come in to see what's going on inside.

"I just thought I haven't seen my brother for so long, so I should go in and have a look." Xiao Wenge said, then pouted his mouth and asked, "Does my brother's wound still hurt? My mother said that it won't hurt after blowing on it." , Xiao Ge helped my brother blow it up."

Wen Zhi didn't think it was ridiculous, and even raised his wrist, intentionally aggrieved: "Brother's whole body hurts, Xiao Ge still wants to brag about it?"