Tyrant's "stand-in" shadow guard

On this day, Nan Li performed a second blood draw for Ying Qi.

Getting off the ice bed, Ying Qi ignored Li Xingjin's outstretched hands, and leaned weakly on the high edge of the bed and asked, "How many more times?"

Nan Li and Li Xingjin looked at each other, and then said: "One more time."

It's not that he didn't notice Ying Qi's faint hostility towards him, but Li Xingjin didn't tell Ying Qi the truth, and Nan Li didn't want to touch that bad luck and drag him down.

He was just worried that Ying Qi would cause trouble for Li Xingjin by blowing the pillow wind after recovering his memory, Nan Li didn't dare to hide it too much, so he could only say: "You will get better within five days after this time, this is the last time I will And Nanqin still want to ask you for a favor, as for the favor, I will ask your majesty when you recover."

Ying Qi lowered her eyes, her face turned pale from the cold air rising from the ice bed.

His lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he closed it sullenly.

If he regained his memory after five days, it would be tantamount to exposing His Majesty's lies, so what's the point of everything the other party arranged?How can the other party coax him to sacrifice his last blood for his sweetheart?

So, what is unclear is that treating him for the Away Soul Disease is really just a cover, and His Majesty never thought of restoring his memory from the beginning to the end.

The last glimmer of hope in Ying Qi's heart was finally shattered.

It's just that he was very curious. After five days, his memory didn't show the slightest trace back. What kind of excuses should the two people in front of them find to deceive him?

Knowing that it is impossible, why is it so much trouble.

So what kind of secret is hidden in his lost memory?Let His Majesty want to cover up their existence more than once.

Shadow Seven has no way of knowing.

"When was the last time?"

Nan Li glanced at Li Xingjin again, and stopped talking.

Li Xingjin stretched out his hand to embrace Ying Qi, and said softly: "Look at your physical condition at that time." Li Xingjin glanced at Nan Li, "Their business is not in a hurry."

Nan Li: "..." All right.

Ying Qi tried her best to ignore the entangled gazes of the two people in front of her, and leaned on each other's shoulders, without a trace blocking Nan Li's sight, and said softly: "Your Majesty, I'm a little tired."

Li Xingjin quickly retracted his gaze, looked at Ying Qi, saw that his complexion was a little pale again, quickly wrapped the fur cape on Ying Qi's body tightly, and said: "Okay, let's go back."

While walking out with Ying Qi in his arms, Li Xingjin did not forget to make a gesture backwards, meaning to ask Nan Li to prepare a soup.

The other party has superb medical skills, and the medicines on his body are also rare. The wound on Ying Qi's chest can be said to be big or small, but the other party can completely recover it within two days. Same, unheard of at that time.

It was also because of this that Li Xingjin agreed to Nan Li to take blood from Ying Qi for the second time in only three days before the banquet.

The two walked outside the hall. The sun after the rain was extremely hot. Li Xingjin was worried about Ying Qi's body, and coaxed softly: "I will hug you? There are not many palace people on the road who will not see such a big sun." .”

Probably because he has been forced hard these days, not allowed to do this, not to touch, and to drink two bowls of soup and medicine every meal, Ying Qi was quite resistant to his closeness, as if he was angry.

The other party had just been ill, and Li Xingjin didn't dare to do anything about Meng Lang again. He had to follow Ying Qi's mood in everything he did, for fear that if he didn't pay attention to it, he would accumulate depression in his heart and cause fever and illness.

He was so talkative, it even seemed to be a request, even if Ying Qi felt uncomfortable, he was unwilling to disobey the other party, but if he agreed easily, he felt that his heart was blocked.

The more affectionate that handsome face was, the more unbearable he was, and finally compromised and pretended to be a rascal: "Your Majesty will carry me."

"Well," Li Xingjin breathed a sigh of relief, and squatted down without saying a word, "Come up, be careful of the wound."

After the people behind him carefully climbed up along his shoulders, Li Xingjin waited for the two arms around his neck to be wrapped around his neck before standing up with a smile. Seeing this, the palace servants in the dark wanted to help him, but he refused .

If it is seen by the thin-skinned Ying Qi, it will inevitably be another toss, and in the end he will definitely not let him recite it.

He still remembered that when Song Qi was young, because of the boasting team formed by his staff, the little guy had a lot of burdens to be a swordsman in the future.

At such a young age, he wanted to pretend to be calm and steady, which really made people want to laugh. At that time, he did it on purpose, making the child puff up and look depressed, but he didn't dare to resist.

When he was sick, he did not forget to avoid him, and refused to be hugged by him. When he got angry, the child felt aggrieved and came over.

This scene of deja vu made Li Xingjin's eyes more tender. After many years, no matter what they went through in the middle, they can finally stay together, just like before.

The person on his body looks well-proportioned, with some thin muscles, but it is not heavy, probably because of the small frame, and probably because of this reason, so although it looks thin, the touch of the hands is stronger than that of ordinary men. Softer.

Li Xingjin loves his flesh and blood the most, but right now he can only be greedy in his heart and dare not make any moves.

After being distracted for a moment, Li Xingjin took a deep breath.

Thinking that after the state banquet, when Nan Chu and his party returned to the country, Ying Qi would be separated from him because of this, and it was like a pot of cold water was poured down, without the slightest bit of charming attitude.

He carries a person who is not heavy on his back, but feels like a thousand catties. This is his heart's desire, and it is also his responsibility. As early as the moment he accepted the other person into the Changming Palace many years ago, it may have been doomed For the rest of his life, he couldn't bear the absence of the other party in his life.

"Aqi."

"Ok?"

"I..." Li Xingjin hesitated for a moment, and said, "If I want you to be my queen, will you agree?"

He felt the whole body of the person on his back tremble, and then he slowly calmed down, with his arms clasped tightly, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Okay."

In the hot sun, hot liquid flowed down his neck to his collarbone, chest, and into his heart.

Li Xingjin was also moved, and after a while, he could only say one sentence: "Thank you."

Thank him for not asking a word, willing to let go of his power and freely accompany him to lock the forbidden palace.

Thank you, after many years, the other party finally responded to his love.

He didn't know that Ying Qi didn't shed tears because of being moved.

Ying Qi just thought that if he died for a mission, if he did not do his duty, if he could get a thank you from the other party today, he would die without regrets.

On the second day, Gu Lin went out of the palace and hurried into the meeting hall to discuss secret matters with the emperor, and he did not leave for half a day.

The next day, the king of Xiling really escorted the queen mother to the palace. The king of Xiling was tall and burly, with two vertical and horizontal scars on his left face.

When the king of Xiling visited the emperor, he said that because he found an important fugitive on the way back to Beijing, he chased him all the way to the palace in order to scare the snake away, and he came to see his majesty after the case was resolved.

Li Xingjin sat on the emperor's throne, stroking the dragon pattern on his sleeve, and said casually after hearing the words: "Why are fugitives so easy to enter the palace?"

The king of Xiling grinned, showing his snow-white teeth, "It's just a thief who intends to steal the treasure of the palace. Because he has party members in the palace and is quite powerful, it will take some time to catch him."

"The king of Xiling led his troops into the palace to share the worries of the king. It was really hard work."

The officials present were silent.

The King of Xiling entered the palace under the order of the Empress Dowager Yi, with a knife by his side and none of his cronies left, obviously he didn't take the emperor seriously.

Does the opponent come back so strongly, does it mean that he is dissatisfied with the case of the emperor's removal of the Queen Mother's party members a few years ago, and intends to retaliate?

Now that the Hundred Zhou Iron Cavalry Army has lost its major general and minor general, and the mighty general's attitude is unclear, this is indeed a golden opportunity for the opponent.

It's just that the army of Xiling is thousands of miles away, so how dare the king of Xiling challenge the [-] forbidden army under Ti Xingsi?

Everyone was puzzled.

At the same time, the banquet is coming soon and it is not suitable to stay in the palace anymore. The two of Nan Li, who are going to the embassy, ​​run into an old friend on the way.

The other party's carriage was parked by the side of the road, and the car curtain was lifted by a pair of pale and slender hands. The visitor was dressed in plain color, wide-sleeved and long-sleeved, and the sleeves were like snow. His eyebrows and hair were also snow-colored. Immortal, it is unforgettable.

The other party got off the sedan chair and stood in front of the two of them with hands tied, smiling like a breeze, "Long time no see, Nan Li, little guy."

Nan Li tightened his hand holding the armrest of the wheelchair, and said with a sneer, "Old guy, don't come here without any problems."

There were sporadic passers-by on the street looking over, their eyes lingering on them, full of obsession.

How could they have imagined that such a person who looked like a fairy was actually Bai Zhou's national teacher.

He is also the one who single-handedly planned the war between the two countries and easily manipulated the world into his hands.