Tyrant's Secret

After not seeing Ling Jue and Zhan Yan Chuhui for a long time, everyone couldn't help feeling restless.

Meng Qiubai finally couldn't bear it and said: "It's strange to say that, both His Majesty and Nephew Zhanxian are first-class masters in riding, archery and swordsmanship, why haven't they come back yet?"

"Yes, yes..." Everyone whispered after hearing the words.

Just as he was talking, there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance.

Lu Bowu raised his eyes and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, it is His Majesty who has returned!"

All the ministers also responded with smiles: "Your Majesty is back!"

When people got closer, a minister shouted: "No, it's General Zhan who came back with His Majesty!"

Lu Bowu took a closer look and saw that Zhan Yanchu was sitting behind Ling Jue.

When Zhan Yanchu brought Ling Jue to the front of the formation, the ministers immediately got off their horses and knelt down on the ground: "Your Majesty is welcome!"

Ling Jue said coldly: "Get up!"

Meng Qiubai stood up, saw Ling Jue's ankle first, and said in surprise, "Why is your majesty's foot injured? Where is your majesty's horse? Nephew Zhanxian, what is going on?"

At the beginning of the banquet, he reined in the horse's rope, and said with lingering fear: "Just now when the official was competing with His Majesty, His Majesty's horse suddenly lost control, which caused His Majesty to be injured."

"How could this happen?" Those ministers looked at each other when they heard the words, and then they all knelt down on the ground: "If the ministers are not effective in escorting, they deserve death."

"Uncle Meng, you should hurry up and send someone to search the hunting ground!" Zhan Yanchu frowned and explained: "It is impossible for a horse to lose control for no reason. , This time again, all the subordinate officials heard a very strange flute sound. The flute sound sounds clear and gentle, but it is faintly sharp and agitated. "

Meng Qiubai narrowed his eyes when he heard the words: "Could it be... His Majesty's horse is actually poisoned by a Gu."

Lu Bowu said incredulously: "Curved by a Gu? This, how is this possible! Manipulating the mind is a witchcraft only in the legends of the Xiyou people! Even if it is possible, it must be extremely powerful to manipulate by playing the flute. The skills of the people. I am afraid that such a person will not be found in the whole country."

"That may not necessarily be found." Ling Jue seemed to have thought of something, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, with a dignified expression, and said word by word: "Pass my order, seal off the hunting ground, and don't let any suspicious person go."

"Yes!" The ministers clasped their hands and bowed, and replied emphatically.

Lu Bowu said to Zhan Yanchu again: "It's not too late, nephew Zhan Xian, you should bring His Majesty back to the barracks as soon as possible and ask the imperial doctor for diagnosis and treatment."

At the beginning of the banquet, he cupped his hands and said, "Okay."

Meng Qiubai ordered to the other soldiers: "You guys go and inform the imperial doctor to rush to the barracks immediately. The rest of the troops will follow the officer to seal off the hunting ground and conduct a thorough search."

"Yes!"

Ling Jue took off his armor, put on a jacket, sat on a chair, and drank tea unhurriedly.But Zhan Yanchu stayed by Ling Jue's side, staring at the wound on his leg, worried and anxious, and looked at the tent door from time to time.

A young imperial doctor opened the curtain and hurried in, knelt down at Ling Jue's feet.

"My lord, please greet Your Majesty."

Ling Jue put the teacup firmly on the table beside him, raised his hand to him and said, "Get up."

The imperial doctor came closer with a bowed body, removed the cloth strips from Ling Jue's ankles, inspected Ling Jue's injuries for a long time, and then replied: "Your Majesty, although your majesty's injury did not hurt any bones, but the wound is very deep. , It is absolutely impossible to continue hunting these days.”

"Is that so?" Hearing this, Ling Jue was suddenly depressed, his brows were slightly frowned, and his expression became much colder.Seeing Ling Jue's appearance, the imperial doctor was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe out.

When Zhan Yan first saw the situation, he comforted Ling Jue and said, "Fortunately, no bones were injured, the hunting ground was originally impossible to go to, and His Majesty need not be unhappy about it."

Ling Jue's heart really opened up when he heard the words for no reason, although he didn't show much, but his eyebrows could not help but show a little.

The imperial doctor breathed a sigh of relief, carefully applied the medicine to Ling Jue and bandaged it up, then leaned forward and said, "It's already bandaged up. Your Majesty just needs to take care of himself in the future, and be careful not to let the wound touch the water. He should recover soon." .”

Seeing that it won't affect his future actions, Ling Jue felt relieved and said, "I know."

We met Zhan Yan for the first time, but still worried, and persuaded the imperial physician: "The situation is critical just now, my lord should take the pulse for His Majesty by the way, so as to prevent His Majesty from being affected by other things."

"What General Zhan said is true." The imperial doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, stepped forward, and said to Ling Jue: "Your Majesty, please extend your hand so that I can help you to diagnose His Majesty's pulse."

When Ling Jue heard this, he realized that the night between himself and Zhan Yan Chu Yu's study room might have a result.For such a confidential matter, the only ones who can diagnose his pulse can only be dead men trained by the Green Eagle Pavilion.He hastily withdrew his hand to cover up his anxiety, and said coldly, "I'm fine. You go and check for General Zhan."

Zhan Yanchu hurriedly said: "The ministers are all minor injuries, it is His Majesty's injuries that matter."

Seeing this, the imperial doctor hesitated between the two: "Your Majesty, this..."

Ling Jue was very guilty and reprimanded impatiently: "Go over!"

"Yes!" The imperial doctor was so frightened that he hurriedly walked to Zhan Yanchu's side: "Zhan, Zhan, Major General Zhan, please extend your hand."

Zhan Yan first saw the imperial doctor frightened like this, couldn't bear to embarrass him anymore, sat down at the table, and stretched out his hand.

The imperial doctor was surprised: "How did General Zhan's hand get injured?"

Zhan Yanchu smiled indifferently and said, "It's just that I used too much force when riding a horse."

Ling Jue looked at Zhan Yanchu's hand, only to see that the palm of the hand he used to hold the rein had been worn out, seeping pus and blood, it was terrifying.His eyes dimmed slightly, this must be the injury he left just now to save himself!

While administering the medicine for Zhan Yanchu, the imperial doctor said in shock, "How can you get hurt like this while riding a horse!"

Zhan Yanchu gave a sly smile: "Your Excellency, you are joking. People who have been on the battlefield, how can they care about such a small injury?"

Seeing Zhan Yanchu's humble and gentle appearance, the imperial doctor praised: "Young General Zhan is really kind. Although Lin has been a doctor since childhood, what he admires the most in his life is heroes like the Major General who gallop on the battlefield! "

admire?Ling Jue glanced at the imperial doctor, only to find that the imperial doctor had delicate features, and the hand that helped Zhan Yan apply the medicine for the first time was white and tender.Ling Jue involuntarily glanced at the calluses on his white palms left by sword practice, and squeezed his fingers together, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"Where is there? I should admire someone like your lord who saves lives and heals the wounded!" Zhan Yanchu replied with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"At the beginning of the banquet." Ling Jue clenched his hands suddenly.

Zhan Yan first looked at Ling Jue.Seeing that Ling Jue's complexion was a bit gloomy, he hurriedly asked in surprise, "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

"Zhen..." Ling Jue just came back to his senses, and he didn't know why he called him, he was at a loss for words for a while, but when he saw the dust sticking to his clothes, he dusted his face with disgust, and said coldly: "The clothes are too dirty, I want to take a shower and change!"

After Zhanyan heard it, he hurriedly got up and cupped his hands and said: "It's my negligence." Yu Bi told the other guards: "You guys hurry up and get ready."

"I obey." The guards hurriedly responded and went down to prepare.

After a while, the guards came up to Ling Jue and said, "Your Majesty, you can take a bath."

Ling Jue nodded slightly, and then said coldly to Imperial Physician Lin and the guards kneeling on the ground, "You can step back now."

Those people all said "yes" and retreated.

Ling Jue and Zhan Yanchu were the only ones left in the empty military tent, the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange, both of them felt a little uncomfortable at the same time.

After a moment of silence, Zhan Yanchu walked up to Ling Jue, bowed his body and said respectfully: "Chen...help Your Majesty pass!"

"En." Ling Jue responded coldly, then stood up with Zhan Yanchu's support, and walked over step by step, his mind inexplicably confused.Ling Jue just stood still in front of the shelf absent-mindedly, and at the beginning of the exhibition, he put a hand around his waist.

Feeling hot in Ling Jue's waist, he grabbed his hand instinctively and scolded, "What are you doing?"

When Zhan Yan saw him so excited for the first time, he was a little surprised, and said with a blushing face, "I... I'm helping Your Majesty undress, isn't Your Majesty going to take a bath?"

Only then did Ling Jue realize that he was thinking wrong, his cheeks were hot with shame, and he turned his face away: "No, there is no need! I will do it myself."

Zhan Yanchu hurriedly withdrew his hand and said, "This minister is taking the liberty."

Ling Jue lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and tugged at the belt on his white coat.

Zhan Yanchu looked at Ling Jue, and saw that he was still the same as last time, pulling on the belt in a panic for a long time before tearing it off.But it was no longer as pale as last time, with desperate eyes, coldly repelling people thousands of miles away, but slightly frowning, lowered eyelids, and reddish white face, looking extraordinarily attractive.

At the beginning of the banquet, I couldn't help but look crazy again.

Ling Jue forced himself to ignore Zhan Yanchu's fiery gaze, and continued on. When only a white gown was left on his body, he finally stopped unbearably, and coldly reprimanded Zhan Yanchu: "Zhan Yanchu, don't always Stare at me!"

"Yes." When Zhan Yan first saw his shy look, he turned his face away and couldn't help laughing.

Hearing that chuckle, Ling Jue became even more embarrassed, and asked coldly, "What are you laughing at?"

"Ah? No... not laughing at anything." Zhan Yan scratched his head at the beginning, of course he didn't dare to say that he was laughing at this resolute and lofty emperor...cute.

The clothes were all down to the shoulders, Ling Jue glanced at Zhan Yanchu, and pulled up the clothes again.

He cleared his throat, pretending to be calm and cold to Zhan Yanchu: "Okay."

Zhan Yan first looked at Ling Jue, lowered his head shyly and reminded: "Your Majesty, there is still one thing you haven't taken off..."

Ling Jue felt a little guilty, and raised his eyebrows arrogantly: "Could it be that General Zhan has objections to my bathing method?"

At the beginning of the banquet, he quickly raised his head and said seriously: "I dare not."

Only then did Ling Jue heave a sigh of relief, and snorted coldly, and was about to move towards the bathtub with great difficulty, but his waist was suddenly hugged, and his feet left the ground in an instant, it was Zhan Yanchu who hugged him horizontally stand up!

"Your Majesty, I will carry you in." Zhan Yanchu hugged him and said softly to him.

His heartbeat quickened suddenly, without the isolation of the cold armor, he could clearly feel the strong and powerful arms of Zhan Yanchu holding him through the thin clothes, and the firm chest rising and falling due to breathing, so warm Hot, so real.

Ling Jue looks at Zhan Yanchu, who is staring at him deeply, his eyes are full of tenderness, just like in the dream.

Will such tenderness disappear like in a dream?

He is getting married.

Ling Jue's heart suddenly felt awkward, and he closed his eyes.

Zhan Yanchu held Ling Jue firmly, slowly put him into Nuo Da's bathtub, and settled him down.

Ling Jue's injured foot was on the side, revealing a slender and fair calf. He leaned back against the tub and closed his eyes.The warm water soaked his white long gown, the contours of his body stood out, and the dogwood on his chest was even more faintly visible.

At the beginning of the exhibition, the breath was a little unstable for a while, and he suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and said respectfully.

"Your Majesty, I will take my leave."

Seeing that Zhan Yanchu was about to get up and leave, Ling Jue suddenly grabbed him by the collar, the water shook violently, and large splashes of water splashed onto Zhan Yanchu's body.

"En!" Zhan Yanchu was dragged and bowed down, eye to eye and nose to nose with Ling Jue, he was nervous and confused, he couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

"At the beginning of the banquet." Ling Jue slowly opened his eyes, staring at him, his hands clutching his collar so tightly that his knuckles turned white, those dark and cold eyes were infected by the lingering heat, looking domineering and charming.

"Wash with me."