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Zhao Jihe just watched himself being thrown to the ground, and the sword pierced Yu Chirui's back shoulder.

Seeing that Yu Chirui was injured, he panicked. He casually grabbed a handful of gravel and sand on the ground and threw it towards the assassin's eyes. Then he quickly got up and slammed into the assassin with all his might.As soon as the sword in the latter's hand was loosened by the collision, Zhao Jihe snatched the sword and pierced through the assassin's body.

I don't know where his courage came from. After finishing off the assassin in front of him, he saw that Gao Yun was struggling to fight more than one, so he spotted a masked assassin with his back turned to him so he couldn't see his movements, raised his sword and ran He walked over and stabbed the assassin fiercely in the back.The assassin who was stabbed didn't know what was going on, he turned around slowly and glanced at him, then fell down.

This was Zhao Jihe's first murder, the first time he stabbed two people to death with his own hands.

He stood there looking at the masked man on the ground, and he didn't know how to hide when an assassin next to him swung his sword. When Gao Yun saw it, he swung his sword and blocked it for him.Seeing that he looked like he had lost his soul, Gao Yun shouted at him, "Is the emperor injured? You go and take care of him, don't leave him there alone."

Thinking that Yu Chirui was still injured, Zhao Jihe came back to his senses, staggered a step, threw away the sword in his hand, ran back to Yu Chirui, helped him up, and let him lie in his arms.

"Yu Chirui, how are you doing?"

"Miao Miao..." Yu Chirui slowly opened his eyes.

Zhao Jihe wanted to cry very much, but held back his tears with all his strength, "Aren't you just trying to take advantage of me? Then why did I block a sword for you? Why did you do this?"

Yu Chirui didn't say anything, and wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the tears that Zhao Jihe didn't notice rolling down. He raised his hand halfway, but he really didn't have the strength to relax, and his consciousness became drowsy. Just as he was about to close his eyes, he felt Seeing that his hand was tightly held by someone, he regained some consciousness with this grip.

Zhao Jihe finally couldn't help it anymore, sobbing and crying, holding his hand and sticking it to his face, "I beg you, I beg you, you must be fine, hold on. Yu Chirui, If you can get better, you can use me however you want in the future, I will obey you obediently, and I will never betray you, not in this life."

After Zhao Jihe helped deal with another assassin, Gao Yun relaxed a lot, and the few people surrounding him were no longer his opponents.At this moment, Gao Yun killed another assassin. In the end, the two saw that they were not his opponent at all, and they would die if they continued to fight, so they cooperated with each other to make a false move, and then escaped.

Gao Yun didn't want to chase him either, so he put away his sword and ran to Yu Chirui's side.

"How is the emperor?"

Zhao Jihe cried, "He...he seems to be unable to hold on any longer."

Gao Yun helped Yu Chirui to look at his wound, picked him up, and walked towards the carriage. Zhao Jihe quickly stood up and followed.

Gao Yun sent Yu Chirui into the carriage, and Zhao Jihe got in to support his body, let him lean on him, sniffed, raised his hand and wiped his tears again.

Gao Yun said, "Young Master Zhao, hold the emperor's wound and don't let him bleed too much. Don't worry too much, his injury is not critical, as long as he doesn't lose too much blood, he will be fine."

Hearing this, Zhao Jihe took out the handkerchief from his bosom, folded it a few times, and pressed Yu Chirui's wound.

Gao Yun lowered the carriage door curtain and drove back to the palace.

Yuchirui was injured on his back shoulder, Zhao Jihe held him and it was inconvenient to press his wound, he thought for a while, helped Yuchirui to lie down on his side, and squatted in front of him to fix him, preventing him from falling due to the jolt of the carriage Come down, press down on his wound with one hand.

Zhao Jihe kept this squatting posture until he returned to the palace and the gate of Chengming Palace.

Gao Yun lifted the door curtain, and Zhao Jihe moved a little, and found that his feet were numb, and he couldn't stand up all at once.

"Reached?"

"Ah."

Gao Yun didn't say much, he went into the carriage and picked up Yu Chirui, and carried him off the carriage steadily.

The maids and eunuchs outside saw the emperor coming back in a coma, they were all in chaos, their shouts were chaotic, but Zhao Jihe felt as if he was isolated at this moment, he couldn't hear anything clearly, he could only see Gao Yun hugging him in front of him that person.

Why are you so useless?

It's impossible to block him with a knife, let alone protect him.

He was injured, and it seemed that he didn't even have the ability to hug him.

In fact, if I can hug him, I can really hug him.

Zhao Jihe walked to the door, slid against the wall and sat on the ground, still holding the handkerchief that had helped Yu Chirui hold down the wound just now, the handkerchief was completely soaked, covered with Yuchirui's blood.

Zhao Jihe couldn't bear it anymore, squatted at the door covering his face and began to cry.

After Gao Yun put Yu Chirui on the bed, he saw Zhao Jihe sitting by the door crying, so he walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Master Zhao, are you alright?"

Zhao Jihe raised his head, with tears still on his face, "I'm not young anymore, it's time to grow up."

Gao Yun changed his tune and said, "Master Zhao, are you really alright?"

Zhao Jihe thought for a while, then knelt down in front of Gao Yun.

"Master Zhao, what are you doing?"

Gao Yun wanted to help Zhao Jihe up, but he refused.

"General Gao, can you accept me as an apprentice? I want to worship you as my teacher and learn martial arts from you. If this happens again, I don't want me to be so useless again."

"You get up first."

Gao Yun wanted to help him again, but he shrank back.

"Master, please accept me as an apprentice. If you don't agree, I won't get up."

"Young master Zhao, even the emperor allowed you to skip the ceremony of kneeling and worshiping. I really can't bear your kneeling."

Zhao Jihe asked in a low voice, "Then did you agree?"

Gao Yun pulled him up, "I don't accept you as an apprentice, and you don't need to call me master, but if you want, I can take you to practice for half an hour every day starting at Chen hour."

"Only half an hour?"

Gao Yun looked at his small body, which he must have never practiced, and said, "Mr. Zhao, if you have no foundation in martial arts before, half an hour at the beginning is not short. If it takes longer, you won't be able to hold on. "

While speaking, the imperial physician had arrived, and Zhao Jihe and Gao Yun followed the imperial physician in.

The wound on Yu Chirui's arm was not deep, and it was healed quickly. The serious wound was on the back shoulder, and someone needed to help him up to deal with the wound. Gao Yun was about to step forward, but was held back by Zhao Jihe.

"Can you let me come?"

Hearing his question, Gao Yun couldn't help but recall the scene he saw that day in his mind.

That day was the day after Mr. Wang Lingyin's big wedding, and he was also worried that Yu Chirui would feel unwell after drinking a lot of wine at the wedding banquet. After inquiring, he heard that he called the imperial physician urgently at night, knowing that something must be wrong, he hurried into the palace to visit him.When I came to Chengming Hall, I heard that he was in Tangchi, so I went there, and before I got there, I saw Zhao Jihe appeared at the door with his single clothes in his arms and his shoes and socks on.

Seeing that Yu Chirui seemed to have passed out, and seeing that Zhao Jihe, who had not fully grown up, seemed to be struggling to hold him, he didn't think much about it, and carried him away from Zhao Jihe's hand, and then he seemed to be caught in the corner of his eye. Zhao Jihe's small resentful eyes.

The look in Zhao Jihe's eyes now is a bit similar to that day.

So, without saying anything, Gao Yun took half a step back, and Zhao Jihe stepped forward.

Zhao Jihe first helped Yu Chirui untie his clothes, then helped him up, and asked the imperial doctor to treat the wound on his back shoulder.

At the wound on the back shoulder, the clothes were already sticking to the flesh with blood, the imperial doctor slowly helped him take off the clothes, causing him to groan in pain.

Yu Chirui lay on Zhao Jihe's shoulder, and Zhao Jihe could clearly feel his every breath and hear every low moan he suppressed in his throat.

His body was in pain, and Zhao Jihe's heart was also in pain.

"Doctor, can you take it easy? He hurts."

"The wound is almost cleaned up, and the good medicine is over."

Zhao Jihe saw the imperial physician handing over a ball of blood-stained white gauze to the assistant at the side, turned his head and didn't dare to take a second look.

"Why so much blood? How is he doing now?"

The imperial physician took the medicine and applied it to Yu Chirui, sighed and shook his head.

Zhao Jihe panicked, "Doctor, what do you mean by shaking your head and sighing? General Gao told me that the emperor's injury is not critical, and he will be fine once the bleeding stops."

The imperial physician continued to apply the medicine, "Young master, don't worry, the emperor is not in danger of life now, but..."

"but what?"

The imperial doctor sighed again, "There is still a little more blood loss, and the body will be very weak in the next few days. If others take care of it for a few days, they will gradually get better, but the emperor still has serious stomach problems. Weak, I'm afraid he won't be able to eat, but if he doesn't eat for a few days, his body may not be able to bear it, and if he gets sick, it will definitely affect the recovery of the injury, a vicious circle, this..."

Zhao Jihe glanced at the person lying on his shoulder, and said, "No, if he can't eat anymore, I will let him eat some."

Yu Chirui's personal eunuch also came forward and asked, "Emperor doctor, is there anything that your Majesty should pay attention to these days' diet?"

The imperial doctor replied, "You can use chicken soup to cook a little porridge these days, and you can put wolfberry donkey-hide gelatin in the chicken soup to cook together."

"Yes, the slave has written it down."

Zhao Jihe suddenly remembered what the imperial physician said just now, and hurriedly asked, "Emperor physician, you just said that his stomach disease is very serious? How serious? I only know that his stomach disease is caused by poison. He told me, but He told me that it hurts occasionally, and it's nothing serious. Is he lying to me? You, you tell me secretly, when he wakes up, I will continue to pretend that I don't know, and I won't let him find out. "

The imperial doctor looked at Zhao Jihe, thinking that if he knew about it, he might be able to help Yu Chirui pay more attention, so he planned to tell him, "Yes, it was caused by poison. The emperor almost lost his life that time, and his spleen and stomach were severely injured by the poison." The wound is an irreversible wound. The emperor's stomach disease has become more serious in the past two years than before. If you don't pay attention, it may not take a few years before it will become a serious problem."

"Then he still drinks? Does he know his situation?"

The doctor nodded.

"Ah! He is like this!"

The imperial physician said, "Young master, if the emperor can listen to you, you should keep an eye on him, and no one else can control him."

"Well, I must take care of him."

The imperial physician stopped talking and got up to leave.

Zhao Jihe slowly laid Yu Chirui flat on the bed, pressing on the wound, he let out a muffled grunt, Zhao Jihe saw that he would hurt when lying flat, so he turned him over and let him lie on his side.

"Miao Miao..." Yu Chirui called softly.

Zhao Jihe was still helping him cover the quilt, and when he heard his voice, he quickly looked at him, "Are you awake from the pain?"

Yu Chirui closed his eyes again and snorted.

Zhao Jihe squatted down beside the bed and gently stroked his face, "Don't you know that it hurts when you get hurt? Then why don't you let me block it for you?"

Yu Chirui opened his eyes and smiled weakly, "Don't you cherish your life? Why are you starting to act like a hero? If you are hit by this sword, you will not only be injured, but will lose your life?"

"I didn't think about it that much, I just didn't want to see you get hurt."

Zhao Jihe originally thought that he would not be able to cry any more in the future, but when he saw how weak he was and thought of how much blood he had just shed, he couldn't help crying again.

"Miao Miao, don't cry."

Yu Chirui wanted to wipe his tears for him, but when he moved his arm, the injury was involved, and he groaned in pain.

Zhao Jihe held his hand, sat on the edge of the bed and asked him to lie down, "Don't move, take care of your injuries."

"Um......"

Yu Chirui closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.