[Rat and Cat] Han Palace Autumn

Looking at the thin figure on the bed, Zhao Zhen sighed deeply.

He didn't know what happened to him that day, he did such a thing to others, and he didn't realize how much harm he had caused him until he saw his dripping blood and his deathly pale face.He stopped the movement of his hands almost in panic, hugged the person who was still vomiting blood, and shouted loudly. At that moment, all that filled his heart was pain, self-blame, and remorse, and he couldn't care less about anger. , the intense fear almost drove him crazy.At that moment, he knew that no matter whether the imperial doctor's rescue was successful or not, he would lose this person forever.

The wealthy emperor sat quietly beside the bed. The breathing of the person on the bed had already calmed down. Except for the excessive paleness and the struggle between his brows, he looked as if he had fallen asleep peacefully.

Gently reached out and carefully touched his eyebrows, and the perfect and straight bridge of the nose like a sculpture. When he saw the person turning his head slightly, he hurriedly withdrew his hand until he gradually stabilized again, and then put his hand on his. On the back of the hand, feel the touch of ice and jade.

Ten days have passed since that day, but no matter what method the imperial doctor uses, Zhan Zhao is still in a coma like now, and can only rely on some soup to maintain his life every day, but the reaction in the coma is so real , all the medicines seemed to conflict with him, often causing more severe coughing and vomiting. It was not until the imperial doctor discovered his physical problems and tried to adjust the medicine to be milder that the strong symptoms were slightly relieved .

Zhao Zhen thought of how he used to drink medicine more refreshingly than drinking water, and felt another pain in his heart. This person is so used to pain and forbearance. Has this become an instinct?Or is it only in front of him, in front of this unacceptable "outsider", that he behaves so submissively?

Resigned?He smiled wryly, but when it comes to issues involving his principles, this always gentle person is as firm and staunch as a green pine, preferring to bend rather than bend, even in the midst of painful insults and torture, he will proudly stand upright with an unyielding spine.

Why must you not accept me, Zhao?Do you know how much I like you? Ever since I was a child, I have never liked anything this much. I liked you so much that I lost all reason, and I liked you so much that I lost my mind.

I can restrain my temper and desires for the sake of this country, I can tolerate courtiers who think of themselves as noble, speak out and criticize me, and I can endure the persecution of my biological mother Liu Hou to control the government, even after learning the truth She still retains her dignity, but for you, I can't even bear your slight disregard, and I can't bear that there is only one Bai Yutang in your heart!

The old eunuch who served the emperor carefully opened the door and brought a small bowl of specially prepared soup.Their emperor has become more and more moody these days, guarding this remote garden all day long, and even ordered people to transfer the memorials here to criticize him. He peeked at the handsome young man lying quietly on the bed. He is indeed handsome and handsome, no wonder he is so favored by the king, but it is a pity that he is not hesitating, and has such fierce quarrels with the emperor - after staying in the palace for so many years, he certainly understands, how can the king's favor last long?He didn't take advantage of the favor to get more favor from the king, but disobeyed Na Qiao. Once the favor disappeared, the situation would be bleak, but it would be the end of being punished and imprisoned.

In the imperial palace, if he has never experienced any kind of filth, even if he is a man, if he is favored by the emperor, he has no choice but to accept his fate and bow his head, making fun of him.

He presented the soup with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye, not daring to shift his eyes at all—he had seen this young guard before entering the palace on duty the next day, and he didn't blame the emperor for being so obsessed with it. Weakness and haggardness are indeed embarrassing, but what can be done, sometimes people do not accept their fate, and cannot survive in this world.

Hearing the emperor's murmurs of love for him, the old eunuch felt terrified, wishing that he would be blind and deaf from now on, and never listen to the emperor's heart unintentionally. Leaving in the oppressive room.Before closing the door without a sound, he vaguely saw the unprecedented gentleness of the young emperor in the crack of the door. He gently hugged the man and sat in his arms, and fed the soup and medicine into the other's mouth spoon by spoon.

With a shake of his hand, the wooden door made a soft "creak" sound, blocking the scene in the room, but at that moment he didn't feel as confused as before. Maybe the emperor really fell in love this time, maybe?

The slight sound of closing the door didn't affect Zhao Zhen's concentration at all. He carefully scooped up a spoonful of medicine, brought it to Zhan Zhao's lips, and poured the medicine into his mouth little by little. These days, Zhan Zhao has been seriously ill since the beginning critical, and now his condition has stabilized, he has gradually become obsessed with this job, although it is only a simple contact, but the self-deceiving sense of intimacy fascinates him, and he can't help but immerse himself in it, as if this can prove that he and The person in my arms loves each other, not because of the coercion and forbearance of power.

After feeding the medicine, Zhao Zhen sighed softly, leaned over and kissed Zhan Zhao Guangjie's forehead, and carefully gathered his long hair scattered around his ears, got up and dressed to go out - during this time he was busy with Zhan Zhao Zhao's "surrender" was already a little uneasy, and the harem also seemed to have noticed it. Thinking of the empress dowager's several insinuations, a kind of concubine headed by Concubine Pang was also very uneasy, so he rubbed his face in distress. Eyebrow, it seems that it's time to turn over the signs and appease the floating hearts.

He once again told the guards guarding the gate to keep an eye on this place—whether it was a threat from inside or outside the palace, and left a few confidant eunuchs to take care of the person who is still unconscious.

The courtyard fell into silence for a while, only the north wind howled past, rolled up the snow and dust all over the sky, and covered the entire courtyard with a layer of smoky veil.

The charcoal fire in the room is burning quietly, the four-legged dragon pattern hollow incense burner in the corner is full of white smoke, and the light sandalwood is floating in the room.The room is as warm as spring, only the sound of young breathing can be heard on the bed covered with a thin silk quilt, the bright red dragon and phoenix embroidery makes his jade face and blue silk more vivid and beautiful, but the whole person is quiet and thin, As if it was about to dissipate.

A few pine trees were planted on the back wall of the main hall. They were probably transplanted from other places. They looked quite old. The tower-shaped canopy was covered with pure white snow, but the hard and straight needle-shaped pine leaves were still It presents a kind of verdant green, standing like an ancient time in the mournful snow scene.

One of the pine trees suddenly trembled a few times, and a few pieces of snow were shaken off. The guards in the distance looked back because of the movement, but the pine tree trembled and remained still. Chang Wuyi blamed the strong wind for the reason, turned around and continued to face the outside of the garden.

After a while, there was a soft "click" sound from the blue bricks inside the wall, and a small gap opened. A pair of naked eyes turned around a few times flexibly behind the gap, making sure that there was no other sweeper in the house. Only with the servants inside did he gently lift up the entire block of bricks, and a thin man in a black full body suit jumped out of the exposed hole nimbly.

This guy is exactly the second child of Zhakong Island, Han Zhang.

"Hey, it's really warm in this room. It seems that the kitten Zhan didn't suffer much this time." Han Zhang carefully put the lifted bricks back in place, muttered, and touched the bricks just now. Painful forehead, "Mr. Gongsun actually made the tree smaller, and the second master hit his head on the root of the tree—it's really strong, it must be decades old..."

He turned around and groped for the exquisite utensils and ornaments in the house, and then he turned over and rushed to the bedside.

"That's not right... Even if this kitten has no internal energy, it shouldn't be sleeping so deeply." He went up to the foot of the bed a few steps, stretched out his hand and pushed Zhan Zhao's shoulder, "Hey, kitten Zhan , Zhan kitty wake up, Zhan Zhao!"

Han Zhang finally found out that something was wrong. Looking carefully at Zhan Zhao's expression, he found that although he was not as embarrassed as when he was rescued from the Xiangyang Palace, he was still very thin and weak. The body hidden under the brocade quilt was as thin as It's like it's gone.

"Could it be that the emperor tortured him again? It's not right—this room is very delicately furnished, and everything is properly prepared. It really doesn't look like a place to imprison prisoners. Let alone torture... ...Oh, it's a pity that I don't know anything about medicine, so it would be great if my sister-in-law also came." I looked up, down, left, and right, but I couldn't see anything, and I couldn't help scratching my ears and cheeks anxiously—he came this time, but he wanted to follow him. Zhan Zhao took it easy, but with Zhan Zhao's appearance, they had a plan but couldn't implement it... Could it be that they just set fire to it and sent someone in to steal him out?This is too much of a risk for Zhan Zhao.

After thinking for a long time, there was nothing he could do. Zhan Zhao just slept quietly on the bed without any movement. If it wasn't for the sound of his shallow breathing, it would be almost as if he had died.

Suddenly there was the sound of stepping on the snow outside the house, Han Zhang looked around, and finally had no choice but to hide on the spacious big bed, lifted the quilt and got in, while still muttering in his heart: "Old five, it's no wonder My brother, my brother really didn't mean to take advantage of Zhan Kitty, so don't be jealous..."

Two elderly palace men came in. They silently scrubbed the equipment in the room carefully, and brought a basin of snow water to the corner to change the air in the room, and then carefully changed the incense. Shiba backed out.The whole time I didn't glance at the bed in the middle of the room.

Han Zhang didn't dare to take a breath, until the two of them went out, he patted his chest exaggeratedly and sat up, looked at Zhan Zhao's face inadvertently, and met a pair of clear black eyes that were sharp as before.

"Hey, Kitty Zhan, why did you wake up suddenly, you scared the second master to death..." He was startled for a moment, and then he became happy. He jumped out of the bed and was about to pull Zhan Zhao up. That look made me anxious, Lao Wu misses you to death these days, that look is really... tsk tsk."

Zhan Zhao's eyes were still a little dazed, he stared at him blankly as if he couldn't believe the scene in front of him, after a while, he stretched out two cat's paws, pinched Han Zhang's cheeks and pulled them aside.

"Oh, it hurts! What the hell are you doing, Zhan Xiaomao, ouch, this is to murder your second uncle!" Han Zhang jumped in pain, but he didn't dare to really use his strength to earn it, for fear that he would gasp for breath. The increasingly skinny cat was shaken away——the old fifth had no choice but to fight him desperately!

"Han... Second Hero Han, I'm sorry, I..." Zhan Zhao came back to his senses, blushing up to his neck for a moment, and quickly withdrew his still-struggling hand, murmuring speechlessly.