Your Majesty, the National Teacher is in a bad mood today

"...So what did I do?" Han Jin stared at Ye Tang closely, with a deep voice.

Ye Tang pursed his lips and smiled: "Did Your Majesty really forget?"

"Otherwise I wouldn't ask you to ask."

Ye Tang was silent for a while, as if he was a little embarrassed.

After a while, he took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Isn't your Majesty the cause of your wounds? Your Majesty seems to be forgetting things recently, so please prescribe some prescriptions for your Majesty."

"I caused it?" Han Jin was taken aback and asked in a murmur.

Ye Tang nodded lightly: "Yes, His Majesty disagreed with the subject on some matters, so His Majesty took action directly."

"Impossible! How could I do anything to you!" Han Jin yelled at Ye Tang in disbelief.

This is completely impossible.

Ye Tang smiled, stretched out his hand to hold Han Jin's hand, and squeezed it lightly.

"Your Majesty has always been irritable recently, and often doesn't remember things. It seems that he is a little seriously ill." Ye Tang said in a low voice.

Han Jin never doubted Ye Tang's words, so when he heard Ye Tang say that, Han Jin couldn't help being stunned.

After a long while, he murmured, "Is that really the case?"

"Yes, does your majesty feel that you can't remember many things?" Ye Tang continued to ask.

Han Jin hesitated for a moment, then nodded aggrievedly: "Yeah."

"Go in, I will take a look on behalf of His Majesty." Ye Tang pursed his lips and smiled, and walked into the hall holding Han Jin's hand.

He asked Han Jin to sit down on the couch, then took his pulse, and checked how Han Jin was doing recently.

Ye Tang frowned slightly, looking very serious, and Han Jin couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

After a while, Ye Tang withdrew his hand and said to Han Jin, "It's not a big problem. Your Majesty is just too tired these days. I will prescribe a prescription for your Majesty. Drink some medicine and you will be fine."

Han Jin pursed his lips, his eyes darkened slightly: "I always forget many things at the same time, how could it be cured..."

"Yes, Your Majesty, please trust me." Ye Tang's tone was firm.

Han Jin froze for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at Ye Tang.

Then he nodded lightly and responded.

After a pause, Han Jin said in a low voice, "I have already attacked you... If this happens again next time, you must remember to strike back."

"Your Majesty, what nonsense are you talking about?" Ye Tang shook his head disapprovingly.

Han Jin was silent for a long time, his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Finally he said a little tiredly: "You go back first, I want to rest for a while."

"Yes, the minister will leave." Ye Tang replied quickly.

Han Jin nodded, but did not speak.

When Ye Tang got up to leave, Han Jin stopped him suddenly: "Wait a minute."

"Huh?" Ye Tang stopped slowly and turned to look at Han Jin.

"The national teacher remembers to treat the wound."

Ye Tang froze slightly, then nodded lightly: "Yes, thank you for your concern."

After speaking, Ye Tang withdrew.

After Ye Tang left, Han Jin stood by the window blankly for a long time.

Even though he trusted Ye Tang so much in the past, Ye Tang's remarks today still made him feel full of doubts.

Then Han Jin called different people to inquire again, but they didn't get any results. No one knew what happened between him and Ye Tang that day between Yanqing Palace and Ye Tang.

But he knows that this is something that must never be forgotten.

"What the hell is it..." Han Jin scratched his hair angrily.

Suddenly his movements stopped.

Then Han Jin walked to the bronze mirror and looked at his neck.

After watching for a while, Han Jin raised his hand little by little, and his fingers slowly touched his neck, which happened to be the injured part of Ye Tang's neck.

"Hmm..." Han Jin suddenly felt a headache.

His body faltered, his hands propped on the table, and he frowned in pain.

"What the hell?! Why did he lie to me...why..."

After a long delay, Han Jin felt better.

He let out a long breath.

Then Han Jin suddenly took out a dagger from the drawer, and slashed hard on his arm.

Han Jin's eyes were red, and he stabbed his arm again and again as if he didn't feel any pain at all, until his entire arm was dripping with blood.

Sweat soaked Han Jin's back, and the sweat on his forehead was dripping down continuously.

Han Jin tightly squeezed the dagger in his hand, and then slowly carved a few bloody words on his arm.

Don't do anything to Tang'er.

The word "National Teacher" that I originally wanted to write was changed to Tang'er by Han Jin only after writing the first picture.

After engraving these words, Han Jin seemed to be relieved, and slowly let go of the blood-stained dagger.

Originally, these scars were enough to leave traces on his arm for a lifetime, but Ye Tang used the most precious medicinal materials to erase the scars completely.

In the next few days, if Han Jin could still see the words he had engraved on his arm, maybe he wouldn't treat Ye Tang like that again.

Since that day, Han Jin never went to Ye Tang's place again, as if deliberately avoiding it, and didn't mention it often.

Until one day half a month later.

Early in the morning, when the sky is still dark.

The door of Yanqing Hall was forcibly broken open.

At this time Ye Tang was sitting on the table reading a book, this sudden situation made him slightly stunned.

"As expected, I knew you were reading now." Han Jin stood in the middle, looking at Ye Tang coldly.

Ye Tang had a bad premonition in his heart, but he still calmed down.

He raised his eyes to look at Han Jin, and then at the dozen or so dark guards he brought.

"Your Majesty." Ye Tang called out to him.

"Take it!" Han Jin's eyes turned cold, and he ordered without hesitation.

As soon as he said this, the hidden guards standing behind Han Jin stepped forward and held down Ye Tang's body as quickly as possible, preventing him from moving.

The rest of the people started searching Ye Tang's medical books to find out what Han Jin needed.

Ye Tang watched their movements, his face turned pale.

He looked at Han Jin, his lips trembled slightly, and then he said hoarsely: "You remember?"

"I shouldn't have forgotten!" Han Jin replied gritted his teeth.

After finishing speaking, Han Jin turned his gaze to the hidden guards holding Ye Tang.

"Tie him to the chair for me." Han Jin ordered coldly.

"Yes!" Those people responded in unison, forcibly pulled Ye Tang up from the desk, and pushed him down on a chair beside him.

Ye Tang was no match for four hands, even though he struggled with all his strength, they were still tied firmly to the chair.

And Han Jin has already started searching for his things everywhere.

Not long after, Han Jin dug out the medical practice manual again.

Holding the book, Han Jin sneered, and walked slowly in front of Ye Tang.

"Get out of the way," Han Jin ordered in a deep voice.

Those people quickly responded respectfully, and all retreated to the side.

After they all retreated, Han Jin slowly walked up to Ye Tang, and he folded the medical practice manual in his hand.

He looked at Ye Tang quietly, supported Ye Tang's chin with the book, and raised his face.

"Why don't you dare look into my eyes?" Han Jin asked with a sneer.

Ye Tang turned his head, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

Han Jin frowned, and the book in his hand suddenly slammed onto Ye Tang's face, making a dull sound. The half of Ye Tang's face soon became a little red and swollen, and the corners of his mouth were a little torn.

"Look at me." Han Jin's voice was cold and irresistible.

Ye Tang's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

In the end, he still didn't speak, but slowly turned his head and looked at Han Jin.

"What do you want this time, to force you to die again?" Han Jin looked at Ye Tang with a mocking voice.

He just thought that Ye Tang would threaten him with the same method as last time, so he immediately restrained Ye Tang's movements and tied him to the chair.

Ye Tang didn't answer him.

"Be more obedient. I won't do anything to you. When the time comes, obediently pull out the Gu Art, what should we do, okay?" Han Jin reached out and gently stroked Ye Tang's hair, his voice softened. down.

"Give me a reason not to save you." Ye Tang spoke out word by word, looking at Han Jin firmly.

Hearing Ye Tang's words, Han Jin paused slightly.

"It seems that you haven't learned to be good yet." Han Jin's voice was cold.

After saying that, Han Jin stood up straight and ordered in a cold voice, "Take him down and beat him with a whip until he obeys."

The hidden guards around were stunned for a moment and hesitated, but they didn't dare to disobey Han Jin's order, and quickly came forward to take Ye Tang down.

Ye Tang obviously didn't expect Han Jin to give this order, so he was stunned for a moment.

At this time, Han Jin suddenly stepped forward, and took out the silver needles that Ye Tang usually hid from his belt, threw them aside, and took out all the medicines that he was wearing close to his body.

"I won't give you any chance to threaten me again." Han Jin threw the last pack of medicine powder on the ground.

Ye Tang clenched her teeth and stared at him fiercely.

Han Jin looked down at him, stretched out his hand to grab Ye Tang's cheek, and turned his face to look at him.

"You can bow your head to me at any time." Han Jin stared at him with a deep voice.

After speaking, he let go of Ye Tang.

"Take it."

Following Han Jin's order, the hidden guards quickly responded respectfully and brought Ye Tang down.

That day, Ye Tang was tortured half to death in the dungeon.

Of course he didn't bow his head to Han Jin, nor did he promise that Han Jin would listen to him.

But he seemed to be competing with Han Jin secretly, resisting hundreds of whips with his sick body.

In the end, Han Jin had no choice but to admit defeat first, and went to the dungeon to pick up Ye Tang who was covered in blood.

It was already late at night when the wound was treated, Ye Tang was covered with injuries, the most severely injured was his back, there was no good piece of flesh on his back, so he could only lie on the bed.