Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

Jiang Yu was afraid that Shi Qing would hurt him again, so he knocked him unconscious with a knife in his hand, picked him up horizontally, and walked to the bedroom.

A Golden Armored Army stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, my uncle..."

Jiang Yu looked back at Liao Yunfan, his eyes filled with coldness, and said, "Put into the prison."

"Yes." The Golden Armored Army did not dare to disobey Jiang Yu's decision, and immediately walked towards Liao Yunfan, "My lord, I'm sorry."

Liao Yunfan didn't resist. He let the Jin Jiajun guard him, but he followed Han Shiqing's figure and shouted at Jiang Yu.

"No matter how you treat me, please treat Shi Qing kindly. He never owed you anything. This rebirth is a blessing. If you really like him, let him be free and let him do what he likes to do. Lock him up with what you call love."

Jiang Yu's steps paused, but he didn't stop, and he didn't turn his head. He only tightened Shi Qing's arm, and silently bit his lower lip.

He put Shi Qing on the soft bed, called the maid to prepare hot water and wound medicine, applied medicine to the scalp scratched by Shi Qing little by little, and wiped the blood under his nails with a handkerchief soaked in water, his eyes The light trembled and trembled, and the circles of his eyes gradually turned red.

Suddenly, he threw the handkerchief into the water basin and kicked it away again, causing the hot water to spread all over the floor, and the copper basin rolled on the ground for a few times before stopping.

The palace lady heard the sound and hurried in. Seeing the mess of the place, she wanted to clean it up, but was frightened by Jiang Yu's "Get out!", and ran away timidly. He patted his chest and was still in shock.

Seeing this, the other palace people didn't dare to enter the door rashly, they just waited outside the door, waiting for Jiang Yu to summon them at any time.

Jiang Yu vented, calmed down a little, and sat down on the bed again, his eyes fixed on Shi Qing's face, and sat like this all night without going to bed or sleeping.

Today is the Shangyuan Festival, and until the [-]th, there is no need for officials to go to the early court.

The morning light entered the dormitory and lit up the huge dormitory. Jiang Yu, who was sitting quietly like a statue, finally stood up, swayed his feet, and supported the bedpost to stand firm.

He rubbed his sore temples, thumped his numb legs, walked out of the palace door, and walked towards the imperial dining room. The palace people behind him did not dare to say anything, but followed him.

He asked the imperial chef to prepare vegetables and herbs, and cooked Shi Qing's favorite vegetable porridge with his own hands.

When he returned to the bedroom with the tray, Shi Qing just woke up.

Jiang Yu pulled out a smile and handed the porridge to Shi Qing, but his voice was hoarse due to overwork and lack of water, "Shi Qing, I slept all night, you are hungry, I cooked some porridge for you to eat."

His eyes were bloodshot, but his voice was soft, and his attitude was so sincere that no one could fault it.

Seeing Jiang Yu like this, Shi Qing was gradually brought back to reality.

For the first time, he didn't mention Liao Yunfan.Instead, he took the porridge bowl and said to Jiang Yu, "I'm sorry."

"I didn't miss the appointment on purpose last night." He said, "I didn't expect the palace banquet to end so soon, I just wanted to see my mother on the Lantern Festival.

He tasted the porridge, turned his gaze to Jiang Yu, and confessed his thoughts for the first time, "In fact, I want to see the Lantern Festival with you more."

Familiar porridge, familiar taste, this is the medicinal diet that Jiang Yu personally found out for him when he was in the northern border.

"It is said that the moon is sixteen round on the fifteenth day, and the lantern on the sixteenth should not be worse than the lantern on the fifteenth." He smiled slightly at Jiang Yu, "So, let's go to see the lantern tonight."