After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

"No, it's fine."

Chang Ling replied in a low voice, pointing to the big red quilt spread out on the bed, and said, "Can, can you go there."

"It's uncomfortable here."

The latter sentence, the voice is even smaller.

Zhao Yan didn't answer the question, and still lowered his eyes and asked: "What's the matter?"

With a cultivation base of Tianluo ninth rank, his eyesight is naturally comparable to that of others. Although it was just a short moment just now, he has keenly caught the fine beads of sweat oozing from the forehead of the little thing.

Chang Ling blinked his eyes and said, "It's all right."

Zhao Yan's eyes were slightly cold, he didn't speak any more, and turned the person over directly.

Changling wanted to fight, but was held down by Zhaoyan.

"Don't move."

Zhao Yan gave a warning, and directly peeled off the back of the little thing.

The air was suddenly silent.

Zhao Yan stared at the fresh scars displayed on the young Yubai's skin, after a little identification, he saw that they were the traces left by the Lingzhu whip, which was used by the inner court.Although Lingzhu whip wounds are not serious, they are difficult to heal and are extremely tormenting, so the inner court often uses this method to admonish people.

Zhaoyan frowned and asked, "Who made it?"

Chang Ling quietly lay on the pillow, grabbing a corner of the quilt and playing with it, without making a sound.

Zhao Yan asked again: "Why would you rather bear it than tell me?"

Chang Ling curled up his fingers unconsciously, and did not answer this question, but whispered: "Next time I won't bite you, I won't snooze, and I won't steal your meal."

Zhao Yan instantly understood what was going on.

Zhaoyan remained silent, staring deeply at this little thing that was obediently crouching in his arms, his heart seemed to be pinched by something, and he suddenly understood that this little thing must have felt that yesterday he allowed those people in the inner court to punish him , bullied him, and made him kneel for a day holding the whip, so I didn't feel the need to tell him today.

Can't help asking: "Are you blaming me?"

Chang Ling turned his head sideways, with half of his cheeks pressed against the pillow, his black eyes were dark, as if filled with a pool of deep water, and he looked at him with the same kind of eyes that were similar to looking at rare objects, as if he didn't understand why he would say so.

This look is very familiar.

When he was feeding Xiaoshi meat slices last night, Xiaoshi looked at him with the same eyes.

Zhao Yan faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell for a while.Although he was devoted to political affairs before, with a pure heart and no desires, and never approached men or women, there were countless men and women who wanted to climb into his bed overtly and secretly, which ones were not rushing for his favor and corresponding Not to mention those concubines in his father's palace who used to fight for favor in the dark, but if they suffered a little bit of grievance elsewhere, they must go to his father to cry and make a fuss. He is willing to give up only if he seeks justice, male and female concubines without exception, so that his father often has a headache for the inner court.But this little thing, although he also behaved very obediently, he didn't cry or complain in front of him when he was bullied and wronged, and he also showed a confused reaction to his concerns and inquiries.

This made Zhaoyan extremely puzzled...and unhappy.

Seeing that Zhaoyan didn't speak for a long time, Chang Ling tentatively moved up the quilt inside the bed curtain, and finally found a soft place, said: "It's fine here, it won't affect your business."

After finishing speaking, Chang Ling buried his entire face in the pillow, and his body was tensed up visibly to the naked eye, obviously waiting for the next move of the person above.

Zhao Yan naturally understood what the "influenced matter" he was talking about.Zhaoyan's brows were slowly tightened, and he looked at the little thing below gloomyly and uncertainly, as if seeing the black eyes that were so calm and ruthless that the boy hid in the cloak on the day when he first met, and immediately withdrew his arms and opened them. The tent got out of bed.

Chang Ling quietly turned his face to the side, his black eyes followed Zhao Yan's back all the way, seeing that he left the hall with only his outer robe on, and soon he pushed the door in with chills on his shoulders, but there was a white porcelain pot in his hand.

As soon as Zhao Yan's eyes met, Chang Ling quickly turned his head and buried his face back in the pillow.

Zhao Yan pretended not to see his small movements, hooked the corner of his mouth, went back to the bed tent, opened the porcelain pot, picked out some amber ointment with his fingertips, and slowly walked along the bloody whip wounds. Smear it up, the action is gentle and sophisticated.

The strong smell of herbs immediately permeated the tent.

For a whiplash like this, the stimulation of the wound medicine to the wound is almost equal to the secondary injury. Chang Ling lay on the pillow, his fingers clenched the corner of the quilt tightly, and he never made any sound. sweat.But Zhaoyan suddenly paused, wiped his fingers, took out a pill from his close-fitting pouch and handed it to the pillow, and said in a low voice, "Hold it, hold on for a while."

Chang Ling didn't ask what it was, obediently took it into his mouth, a sweetness filled his teeth immediately, it turned out to be an ordinary sugar pill, not a pill.

This somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar sweet taste reminded Chang Ling of some vague and broken past events that could hardly be spliced ​​into a concrete picture a long time ago.But Chang Ling couldn't remember the specific scene.

"Why didn't you take the medicine before?"

Zhao Yan picked up the ointment again, as if asking casually.

After being in the army for a long time, he can distinguish the wounds that have been treated with medicine and those that have not.Judging by the appearance of the wound on the little thing, it should have been there during the day.

Chang Ling didn't make a sound at first, but when he felt a strand of sugar melt in his mouth, he whispered, "I don't like it."

do not like?

Zhao Yan was taken aback for a moment, then thought of something, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.This "dislike" is naturally not because he doesn't like to apply medicine to the wound, but most of the time he doesn't like being touched by others, just like wearing a cloak when traveling on weekdays, even the fox ears are unwilling to be seen by others, and the wound is on the back. This little thing can't be used by itself, so I can bear it.

No one in the world does not want to be the one and only who can be outside the restriction, even the young emperor who is ambitious and domineering is no exception.

Zhao Yan was very pleased with what he heard, and directly pulled him into his arms, saying: "So you came to torment me in the middle of the night, didn't you?"

"Tell me, I have been tired for so long, how do you plan to make up for it?"

Chang Ling buried his head in the pillow, his ears turned red, and obediently said: "As long as it's not there, it's fine."

Because of the need to apply medicine, Zhaoyan deliberately moved one of the shark lamps over.

At this moment, most of the little thing's silk robe was peeled off, the snowy neck and the entire shoulders were exposed, many places were soaked with sweat, dripping with sweat, shining like snow under the radiance of the lights, it was so dazzling Open your eyes, the criss-cross whips are printed on the snow-white skin, adding many hidden and charming flavors.

Zhaoyan's throat was a little dry, which was an experience he had never experienced in the past 300 years of asceticism. He resisted to wipe the medicine patiently, then hugged the person in his arms and rubbed him hard.Can't help but think, this little thing is too provocative, hooking him every day to want to waste business.I don't know if he was injured or because he lay on the pillow for too long, the temperature of the little thing's skin was hotter than usual, and he took the initiative to grab his shoulders, responded to him for the first time, and issued a message that he refused to send no matter what he asked for before. the sound of.

This charming little thing.Zhao Yan only felt that the blood all over his body was burning like a prairie fire, and he didn't let him go until it was almost dawn.He gasped for a moment, found a blanket to wrap him up, and was about to carry him to the bathroom, but found that Chang Ling's cheeks were blushing abnormally.Zhao Yan put his hand on the boy's forehead, the tentacles were hot, and he realized that the little boy had a fever.

Zhao Yan's face darkened, and he immediately ordered Yin Zhu to pass to the medical officer.

The medical officer came quickly, and before he had time to salute, Zhao Yan rushed to the bedside to feel his pulse.The medical officer was like a light on his back, and when he took a closer look, he found that lying on the bed was an extremely delicate and beautiful young man with snow-white fox ears on the top of his hair, a quiet and well-behaved sleeping face, with only one arm hanging out, and he immediately understood the possibility of this. It is the spoils that Xinjun brought back from the Fox Clan. The blood of Tu Shan Boyan has been kept in captivity by Xinjun in Huifeng Palace. Although the wedding ceremony has been performed, it has not yet been named.In the past two days, the courtiers have been making trouble because of this incident.

The medical officer didn't dare to look any further, took his pulse, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, don't worry, it's just an inflammation caused by trauma, it's not a serious problem, and the fever can be reduced by drinking two medicines."

As soon as Zhaoyan waved his hand, Yin Zhu followed the medical officer to get the medicine, and ordered the servant to fry it and send it to the palace with it.

Chang Ling was still asleep, obviously unable to drink by himself, and he didn't dare to wake people up without authorization.Yin Zhu was thinking about it, and was about to go forward to feed the medicine to Chang Ling, but Zhao Yan said: "Give it to me."

Yin Zhu was stunned for a moment, almost unable to suppress the shock in his eyes, he didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly handed it over respectfully.

Zhaoyan sat in the bed tent, wrapped Changling and the quilt into his arms, then scooped up the soup medicine with a jade spoon, and stretched it to the little thing's mouth after it was warmed, and said in a low voice, "Open your mouth."

Chang Ling vaguely heard his voice, moved his eyelashes, and opened his eyes. His black eyes were watery, and the ends of his eyes were a little red. They cried when he was begging for mercy at night.It seems that he is still aggrieved.

Zhao Yan's heart softened, and coaxed him for the first time: "Be obedient, you have a fever, drink medicine."

Looking at the spoon in his hand, Chang Ling seemed to finally believe his words, opened his mouth obediently, and held the spoon in his mouth.

The medicinal juice was bitter, and Chang Ling wrinkled his nose instinctively.

This delicate little thing.

Zhaoyan is funny and can't help loving.I often wonder how such a delicate little thing exists in the world.He grew up with his father when he was young. His father was fond of martial arts and became obsessed. He was keen on killing and conquering wars. Raising a son was like training a soldier. He fell and broke his skin, and broke his leg while riding a horse, but he didn't say a word. Even the military doctor was stunned by his endurance at a young age.So he practiced hard afterwards, entered the Shura and Bitter Cold Realms, and cultivated the ninth level of Tianluo all the way. Although he suffered a lot, he didn't feel that it was unbearable.

In the eyes of others, it is a few layers of skin, but to him, it is actually a steel frame polished since childhood.

But God let him meet such a delicate and delicate little thing, he couldn't touch it, and he had to be coaxed carefully when he was fed medicine.

He obviously inherited many of his father's style of behavior, domineering, decisive, and even more ruthless than his father, so many veterans in the army fear him more than his father.Yunyi, Tanlang, his confidantes who have been with him for many years also respect and fear him, and they dare not even make jokes.He has long been accustomed to the loneliness and unfeelingness of being so cold at a high place.Today was the first time he discovered that he had such a patient and gentle side.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yan felt that it was not because of his sudden change of temperament, but because this little thing was too provocative, which caused him to degenerate more and more, and even softened his heart.At the same time, he thought, fortunately this delicate little thing fell into his own hands, if it fell into the hands of others, he didn't know what it would be like. Except himself, no one would get used to his delicateness.It's impossible to say that it has been played to death by now.

In this chaotic world that advocates force, who would care about the life of a half-spirited little fox, except him.

After feeding a bowl of medicine, it was almost dawn, and Chang Ling fell asleep again in a daze. Zhaoyan put down all the two layers of bed curtains to prevent the light from piercing the eyes of the little thing, and then put on the crown and went out of the hall.

When he reached the corridor, Zhaoyan stopped and asked coldly, "Who did it?"

His voice was not loud, but the frosty and majestic look on his brows made people shudder.

Yin Zhu followed behind and replied cautiously: "It's the manager and law enforcement officer sent by the Demon Suotai... They think that this little fox has been spoiled and arrogant since he just came for two days, and he doesn't abide by the rules of the inner court. Only after breaking the morals of the inner court, this little fox... the young master was punished according to the inner court law."

Zhao Yan said expressionlessly: "All participants, regardless of their positions, will be whipped three hundred times and fined for half a year. If there is another time, they will be directly expelled from the palace."

Yin Zhu's expression was startled, and he hesitated: "But the Dazhu Kingdom..."

"Uncle, I will explain it myself. Without my order, no one is allowed to touch this little thing."

After saying this, Zhaoyan walked away, leaving the shadow on the ground in a daze.

**

Chang Ling slept until almost noon before waking up.

The daylight was blocked by the bed curtain, and the tent was still dark, which made people feel a little bit of a trance for no reason.Chang Ling slowed down, sat up and put on his outer robe, opened the curtain, and saw Shi Shi watching outside with red eyes.

"The young master is awake!"

Stone jumped up immediately.

Chang Ling nodded and asked, "Is there anything to eat?"

"Yes, yes."

Shi Shi hurriedly brought over the pumpkin shredded chicken preserved egg porridge and a few light side dishes newly delivered by the dining room.

This is obviously a sick meal.Chang Ling was a little surprised, so he heard Shi Shi not conceal his excitement: "Your Majesty severely punished Zang Mastiff and others, and also strictly ordered everyone not to treat the Young Master poorly. No, today the slaves have not gone to pick up the meal, so they took the initiative to deliver the meal. come over."

The long spirit told the stones to eat together.

Shitou scratched his head: "No, no, no, the servant has already eaten."

Chang Ling still brought an empty bowl, divided the porridge into two parts, pushed one part in front of the stone, and said, "Only when you are full will you have the strength to do things."

Stone's eye circles turned red again.

Chang Ling didn't like to communicate with people. Seeing this, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he said calmly: "If it's because of what happened yesterday, it's unnecessary. I just made the choice that is most beneficial to us."

"I'm a trophy given to Qingqiu by the fox clan. They won't take my life, but they can take your life. I must have a confidant by my side, so you can't have any accidents."

Shi Shi's shoulders twitched, and tears fell down.

Chang Ling pushed the porridge forward: "Let's eat."

Shi Shi didn't dare to be hypocritical anymore, wiped his eyes vigorously, grinned and said, "Thank you, young master."

After eating, Chang Ling said: "Before I came to Sirius, I asked Grandpa to prepare some spiritual grass seeds and put them in the bag. Go and see if they are there."

"Yes!"

Soon Shi Shi came over with a small box, which contained spiritual sacs of various colors.

Chang Ling picked out a few from the inside and said, "Go to the yard and dig some spiritual soil, and find ten flower pots. If there are no flower pots, bowls are fine."

Shi Shi was stunned: "Does the young master want to plant these spiritual herbs?"

Chang Ling nodded: "These are relatively short growth cycles. With the blessing of Tianhuan City's aura, they should bloom and bear fruit soon."

Shi Shi didn't understand: "Don't we have normal food now, why does the young master still want to grow spiritual fruits?"

Chang Ling couldn't say that this little food was not enough to supplement his daily spiritual energy, not to mention that each meal had to be shared between two people, so he said, "Be prepared."

**

At noon, the medical officer took the medical boy to Huifeng Hall on time to ask for Chang Ling's pulse.

"Young master, do you still have symptoms of chills or nausea?"

It was still the old medical officer from last night who was seeing the doctor. Facing the exquisite and beautiful little fox in front of him, his voice always became gentle and kind unconsciously.

The little fox is a little fox, the old fox is an old fox, and the old man was killed by an old fox, not a little fox.The little fox is so cute, but he is only half-spirited. I'm afraid he can't even hold a knife. How could he kill people?He doesn't know how to sit back and forth.

As a hidden hairball control, he has no resistance to foxes, especially beautiful little foxes.What a poor little fellow, who came to this unshitty western region from Qingqiu, a place with abundant water and geomantic omens, and fell ill within two days of his arrival, he must be acclimatized to the environment!

Chang Ling obediently shook his head.

"Oh, no." The medical officer then became more kind: "Then can the young master please pull back the quilt a little so that the old man can test the temperature?"

The little fox didn't seem to like others seeing his pair of fox ears, and kept covering his face with a quilt.

The two medical boys who came with them stood aside, looked at each other, and felt that their master must have been lowered by the little fox.After all, his old man is notoriously violent. He is usually fierce and fierce when teaching medical children and young medical officers in the Tai Hospital. The medical boy who came didn't dare to take his old man's courses at all. How could he be so gentle to the little fox, as if he was a different person.

Chang Ling obediently pulled back some quilts, revealing dark eyes.

The medical officer suddenly felt that the old eyes were shaken by a large number of stars, put the back of his hand on Chang Ling's forehead to check the temperature, nodded and said: "It's still a little warm, it's almost subsided, I will adjust the prescription later, and change the secondary medicine Young Master, on time—" The medical officer paused, resisting the urge to stroke the pair of fluffy snow fungus on the top of the little fox's hair, and said, "Drink obediently."

The two medical boys all showed horror.

Chang Ling still nodded obediently and said, "Thank you, sir."

"Hehe, this is the duty of the old man, you are welcome, young master."

The medical officer squinted his eyes and finished speaking, reaching into his cuffs, and was about to take out the honey that was originally prepared for his little grandson, when the palace door suddenly opened, and Zhao Yan walked in in a majestic crown.

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