[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

Shi Yuan judged only one pulse, and it is known that Zhao Yan is now at the end of his battle.

He didn't know that Zhao Yan had cinnabar in his body.

Dansha is a highly poisonous secret medicine not passed on in the palace, how could it appear on Zhao Yan?

Shi Yuanjuan took a closer look at Zhao Yan's pale lips, and sighed softly.

Ben has less than ten years to live, and after such a toss, I don't know if he can survive until the autumn.

"The skin and flesh on my body were seriously injured, and my vitality was hurt. I prescribed some prescriptions to reduce the heat, and hung it with precious medicinal materials every day. Maybe I can last for a few more days."

"What do you mean, sir, you can only last a little longer?"

"Let God take care of you."

Rong Sheng felt cold.

The Shiyuan judge did not tell Rongsheng about the cinnabar matter, not to mention Rongsheng, His Majesty may not know about it.

When the stone courtyard treated Zhao Yan's wound, Rong Sheng put half of his body in his arms and imprisoned him to prevent him from moving in pain. Two rows of shallow tooth marks were left behind, soft as water, messy hair hanging on her shoulders, a snow-white face, and light sweat on her forehead.

Rong Sheng gently rubbed his hair.

At that time, Rongsheng didn't think about anything, he just did that.

For Zhao Yan, the more people know about these dirty things, the more humiliating they will be.

Therefore, it is enough to have him and the presence of the Stone Academy.

Dali Temple is an important place to detain the emperor's relatives. The cells are far apart and blocked by high walls.

Pots of scorching charcoal were brought into the humid and cold cell, and the blue bricks were covered with thick cushions embroidered with peonies and blue cranes.

In Rongsheng's bedroom, there is a blanket made of bear skin that Rong Hao got from hunting bears in the early years, and it is spread on the blue bed in the prison.

He personally did everything about Zhao Yan.

His frail body under the quilt was bruised and purple. Although some medicine had been given, it hadn't healed. He was unconscious, frowning, and his forehead was hot as if it had been scorched by fire.

People are torn inch by inch in the hands of the emperor, and he is repairing them bit by bit.

It's easy to destroy something, but it takes a lot of effort to repair it.

Rong Sheng stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on the unconscious man's forehead, and a red fingerprint was left on the fine white forehead.

Rong Sheng shook his head with a smile, "You are not awake at all, so you will have nothing to worry about."

A strand of hair hung down her shoulders, tangled wetly, and the water from the tips of her hair fell on her fingertips.

It seemed that there were tiny ripples in his heart.

Rong Sheng withdrew his fingertips, and his pupils couldn't help falling on the white intertwined between the black hair.

Zhao Yan was the No. 15 scholar in Jian'an for 16 years. It is said that she was [-] years old in high school.

It's not very old until now, but Huafa has already been born.

The ice handkerchief was changed every hour, and the pale cheeks of the person wrapped in the heavy blanket were blushing from the high heat, and the newly changed clothes were as soft as jade. It leaked out, and even the clothes were infected with a thin, hot and crimson breath.

He couldn't drink the medicine, so Rongsheng fed it by mouth.

Even the lips are soft and warm.

The lips and tongue were intertwined, and the hot red tongue seemed to feel the invasion, trembling slightly.

Rong Sheng was so distracted that he almost turned over the medicine bowl containing the hot soup.

After tossing and tossing for a whole night, it was not until the second day that Rong Sheng's eyes were bloodshot, and the heat in his body was about to recede.

Shiyuan judged that if the fever subsides, this trip to hell will be over again.

How long did the Zhao family fall, and Zhao Yan walked through the ghost gate twice.

Without the power to rely on, everyone wants to tear him apart.

He has no life to toss a third time.

If the Zhao family had drunk a glass of poisoned wine when they lost power, it would be more merciful to think about it now.