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

Han Jin has been guarding by his side for two hours, Ye Tang is still in a coma and has not woken up.

"What should I do with you..." Han Jin sighed softly, his eyes flushed.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to gently hold Ye Tang's hand, and put his hand in his palm.

After waiting for a while, Han Jin lay down beside the bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, Ye Tang woke up.

At the same time, his wounds started to inflame, causing his body to have a high fever. In just one morning, more than a dozen imperial doctors came in and out several times.

When Han Jin went in to see Ye Tang, Ye Tang was lying on the bed dying.

"How do you feel?" Han Jin sat down beside Ye Tang, and reached out to touch Ye Tang's forehead.

Ye Tang lowered his eyes and did not speak.

"Will it be uncomfortable?" Han Jin looked at him for a while, then asked again.

As he said that, Han Jin took a pillow and stuffed it under Ye Tang's chest to prop up his upper body.

Ye Tang stretched out his hand to hug the pillow, and lightly touched his chin on it, still silent and did not speak.

"Is there any discomfort?" Han Jin asked again.

Ye Tang shook his head lightly: "Since Your Majesty has brought the subject out of the dungeon, shouldn't he listen to the subject and let the subject..."

He was only halfway through speaking when Han Jin suddenly covered his mouth to prevent him from continuing.

Ye Tang's eyelashes trembled slightly, so he fell silent.

"I knew you were going to bring this up again." Han Jin gritted his teeth.

"I don't want His Majesty to die."

Han Jin looked at Ye Tang coldly for a while, then suddenly reached out and pinched Ye Tang's chin, and stuffed a pill into his mouth.

Ye Tang frowned quickly, subconsciously about to spit out the medicine.

"Don't move, be careful not to hurt the wound." Han Jin gently pressed Ye Tang's shoulder.

As he spoke, he squeezed Ye Tang's cheeks tightly, and poured a glass of water into his mouth. Ye Tang choked and was forced to swallow the water in his mouth, and he swallowed the medicine along with it.

"This is the medicine I brought from you. It can make you unable to speak for three days." Han Jin put down the quilt, and gently wiped the water from the corner of Ye Tang's mouth with his sleeve.

Ye Tang raised his eyes and stared at him fiercely.

"I won't listen to any of your words, and I won't soften my heart." Han Jin reached out and stroked Ye Tang's soft hair gently.

After a pause, he continued: "No matter what, the voodoo in your body must be removed, and Mr. Yuezhao is already on his way back to Beijing."

Hearing that Mr. Yuezhao was coming, Ye Tang's eyes changed.

Han Jin held down Ye Tang's hand before he got angry, and said in a low voice, "Be good, or I will tie you to the bed."

Ye Tang panted slightly, and turned his head away in pain.

Anyway, he couldn't speak even after being forced to swallow the pill, so he just stopped talking.

Han Jin's expression became softer, he gently touched Ye Tang's cheek, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Let's eat something. This porridge is just made and it's still hot." Han Jin picked up a bowl of clear porridge beside him.

He freed one hand to brush the broken hair scattered on Ye Tang's sideburns to his ear, then reached out and gently touched his head: "Your wound is inflamed, you can only eat something light."

Ye Tang glanced at him, propped up on the bed with both hands and was about to get up.

"Sit up?" Han Jin saw his intention.

Ye Tang nodded.

Han Jin stretched out his hand to protect Ye Tang's most injured part, and gently helped him sit on the bed.

"If there is any pain, tell me with your eyes, I can see it." Han Jin said aloud.

Ye Tang nodded, stretched out his hands towards him, realizing that he was giving the porridge to himself.

Han Jin hesitated for a moment, then handed the bowl to Ye Tang: "I will tie up your hair for you first, so as not to be inconvenient."

With that said, Han Jin found out Ye Tang's headband, went around behind Ye Tang, gathered his black hair and tied it behind his head.

When Han Jin walked around behind him, Ye Tang freed up a hand and fumbled for something under the quilt with extremely subtle movements.

This is Han Jin's dormitory, and sometimes he will sleep here with Han Jin.

So he hid a few silver needles under the quilt for emergencies.

After Han Jin fixed Ye Tang's hair, he gave him a cold look.

"What are you looking for? Silver needles?" Han Jin's voice was calm, yet revealing endless coldness.

Ye Tang's body froze suddenly.

"The national teacher really doesn't give me peace for a moment." Han Jin sneered.

Originally, he thought that Ye Tang was already injured so badly that he couldn't speak, so it was impossible to do anything to make him unhappy.

Ye Tang withdrew his hand, and slowly lowered his eyes.

But at this moment, Han Jin had already walked in front of him, reached out and took the bowl in his hand, and put it on the table beside him with some anger.

"Since you have suffered such a serious injury, I didn't want to punish you, but the national teacher is really disobedient." Han Jin's voice was cold.

Ye Tang lowered his head not to look at him, his eyes flickered.

"There is nothing left on the national teacher to be punished, right?" Han Jin pulled Ye Tang's wrist expressionlessly.

Then he stretched out his hand and pinched Ye Tang's thigh hard.

Ye Tang frowned, and let out a muffled nasal sound, obviously extremely uncomfortable.

Han Jin glanced at him coldly: "These places are all wounds, it seems that the people below will not be punished."

Ye Tang's lips trembled slightly, and he stared at Han Jin closely, but couldn't speak again, only his breathing became heavier.

Then Han Jin's eyes fell on his upper body.

The next moment Han Jin tore open Ye Tang's skirt.

Most of Ye Tang's wounds were on his back, and there were some scattered welts on his front, but most of them were still intact.

Han Jin clicked his tongue and stretched out his hand to pinch a certain raised spot on Ye Tang's chest.

At that moment, Ye Tang's body was like a fish stranded on the shore, and his whole body swayed wildly, trying to break free from Han Jin's torture.

Without saying a word, Han Jin stretched out his hand to hold down a place on Ye Tang's body that was not seriously injured, preventing him from moving.

"Uh...ah..." Ye Tang straightened his upper body in pain, his chest and slender neck formed a beautiful line.

Since he couldn't speak, he could only utter a few painful syllables.

Han Jin sneered, and kept moving his hands, but even more forcefully.

"Does it hurt? It's right if it hurts, so that you can learn to be good next time." Han Jin sneered.

Ye Tang's eyes were slowly stained with water mist. During the struggle, some wounds also began to open, and blood slowly leaked out.

There was only pain in the sound he made, and there was no joy in it.

When Han Jin finally let him go, the two places on Ye Tang's chest were completely red and swollen, and the skin was even broken.

Ye Tang's forehead was covered with cold sweat, he was panting heavily, and his eyes were slightly red.

"Have you remembered the lesson?" Han Jin stood aside and asked him in a cold voice.

Ye Tang tremblingly stretched out his hands to gather his clothes, but did not answer him.

"I'm asking you something."

Ye Tang pinched his collar tightly with his fingers, paused for a while, and then nodded slightly.

This is how Han Jin let Ye Tang go.

Then he took another look at the blood oozing from Ye Tang's clothes.

"Take off your clothes, the wound is more likely to get inflamed if you are stuffy." Han Jin went to take off Ye Tang's clothes without any explanation.

Then Han Jin helped Ye Tang deal with those open wounds, and found a light dress for Ye Tang to put on.

But the bowl of porridge given to Ye Tang earlier was already cold.

Han Jin tested the temperature, frowned in displeasure, and then called someone in and ordered them to prepare another bowl of porridge.

After finishing the order, Han Jin continued to sit beside Ye Tang and guard him.

"I won't let you out of my sight during this time, and you don't want to do anything." Han Jin's voice was deep.

Ye Tang sat there for a while with eyes downcast, then pointed to his throat, and made a gesture of writing again, signaling Han Jin to give him the pen.

Seeing Ye Tang's movements, Han Jin was silent for a while, then got up and took the pen and paper and handed it to him.

"If you dare to write something like saving me, you won't be able to touch the pen again for three days." Han Jin warned first.

Ye Tang nodded, then lowered his head and wrote a line on the paper.

After finishing writing, he handed the paper to Han Jin to read.

"Your Majesty can go and busy himself, and I won't be obsessed with this matter anymore."

Looking at this line of words, Han Jin just sneered.

Then he reached out and tore the paper into several pieces, and snatched the brush from Ye Tang's hand.

"Do you think I will believe your rhetoric?" Han Jin sneered coldly: "Before Lord Yuezhao comes, don't even think about taking a step out of my sight."

After finishing speaking, he threw away the fragments, his eyes were cold, and there was a little anger faintly.

When Han Jin's gaze fell on Ye Tang, Ye Tang's expression changed almost subconsciously, and he stepped back a little.

Han Jin was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Yes, now you know you're afraid of me? If you're afraid, then you'll be obedient."

Ye Tang pursed her lips lightly, avoiding his gaze.

At this time, a court lady brought over the newly prepared porridge from the kitchen, and Han Jin took the porridge and asked her to leave.

Compared with the bowl of porridge just now, this bowl of porridge has a few more dishes. Although they are all very light, they are easier to swallow.

"Open your mouth." Han Jin brought a spoonful of cooled porridge to Ye Tang's mouth.

Ye Tang didn't resist, and obediently ate the porridge.

It's just that he was in low spirits and had no appetite, and the porridge itself was tasteless, so Ye Tang didn't want to eat any more after a few mouthfuls.

"After finishing this bowl of porridge, I will ask you to pick some books that you haven't read from the Library Pavilion to show you." Han Jin coaxed in a low voice.

Only then did Ye Tang pull himself together, and continued to eat the porridge that Han Jin fed.

In this regard, Han Jin still kept his word. After Ye Tang finished his porridge, he asked someone to send him some books that Ye Tang was interested in.

Ye Tang had nowhere to go for a while, so he could only sit here and read a book, while Han Jin was handling political affairs by Ye Tang's side, staring at Ye Tang by the way, and even had to follow Ye Tang when he went to wash his hands.