Tyrant's Secret

Zhan Yanchu was lying on the bed, with shocking wounds on his bare back, blood still oozing out.

The imperial doctor was bowing his body, carefully bandaging Zhan Yanchu.

Ling Jue stood aside, looking at the horrific wound on Zhan Yanchu's left shoulder, pursed his lips nervously and held his breath, not daring to say a word until the imperial doctor bandaged Zhan Yanchu's wound and covered him with a brocade quilt , got up, Ling Jue stepped forward and asked anxiously: "How is it?"

The imperial doctor cupped his hands and bowed: "Your Majesty, General Zhan's injury is serious, but he didn't hurt his vitals. It was only because of excessive blood loss that he fell into a coma. I have carefully diagnosed and treated him. Your Majesty need not worry too much."

Only then did Ling Jue heave a sigh of relief, but still looked down at Zhan Yanchu worriedly: "When will he wake up?"

The imperial doctor was a little embarrassed, leaned forward and said, "This... I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up for a while. Your Majesty should wait patiently!"

Ling Jue was anxious and bored at the same time, so he could only say coldly: "I know."

The imperial doctor saluted, bowed and retreated.

Ling Jue looked deeply at Zhan Yanchu, walked over step by step, and sat beside him.

At the beginning of the exhibition, he closed his eyes tightly, his handsome brows showed a slight look of pain, and his face became pale due to blood loss.

He stretched out his hand, gently covering Zhan Yanchu's cheek, and slowly stroked his bloodless lips with his fingertips.

At the beginning of the banquet, wake up, wake up quickly.

"Your Majesty." Pu Huaiyan opened the bead curtain and walked in.

Ling Jue hurriedly withdrew her hand and stood up.

Pu Huaiyan noticed Ling Jue's actions, pretended he didn't see it, leaned forward and said, "It's time for General Zhan to drink the medicine."

Ling Jue frowned slightly as he looked at the pitch-black concoction brought up by the maid behind Pu Huaiyan, but thinking that the good medicine tasted bitter and beneficial to the heart, he could only say: "Then wait for Major General Zhan to drink it!"

The two maids bowed and saluted: "Yes."

One of the maids walked to the bed, scooped up the medicine with a spoon, and carefully fed it to Zhan Yanchu, but most of the medicine overflowed from the corner of Zhan Yanchu's mouth, and he couldn't drink any of it for a long time.The other maid had no choice but to wipe the corner of Zhan Chu's mouth with a handkerchief.

Seeing this, Ling Jue hurried forward to snatch the medicine, and said coldly: "A bunch of idiots, don't they even know how to feed medicine?"

Seeing this, the two maids turned pale with fright, knelt down on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Damn it, servant girl!"

Ling Jue frowned, waved and said, "Everyone back down!"

"Yes." The two maids stood up from the ground, bowed and retreated.

Pu Huaiyan saw the two maids retreating, feeling a bit embarrassed, stepped forward to persuade him: "Your Majesty, General Zhan hasn't finished his medicine yet!"

Ling Jue glanced at the medicine, pursed his lower lip, finally ignored the many things, lifted the bowl and took a sip, then bent down to meet Zhan Yanchu's lips.

"Your Majesty, you!" Pu Huaiyan was startled.

The strong bitter taste in the medicine permeated Ling Jue's mouth, he was frowned by the bitter sword eyebrows, but he didn't care about that much, he slowly put the medicine into Zhan Yanchu's mouth enduring the bitter taste, and waited for Zhan Yanchu to drink the sip After that, he took a heavy breath.

It wasn't until Ling Jue fed all the medicine in the bowl to Zhan Yanchu one by one, that he got up, took the handkerchief Pu Huaiyan handed over, wiped the medicine on his lower lip, his stomach was stirred up by the bitter taste, making him Jue hastily covered his mouth with the handkerchief again, and a layer of cold sweat floated on his forehead.

Pu Huaiyan was stunned by the fact that Ling Jue was feeding the medicine with his mouth, but when he saw Ling Jue's sallow complexion, he came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty's complexion is so bad."

Ling Jue worked hard to calm down, and said with some difficulty: "I'm fine."

"The medicine is too bitter! The old minister ordered the imperial kitchen to prepare some sweet soup for His Majesty."

Ling Jue felt very uncomfortable, so he had no choice but to say: "That's fine."

Ling Jue resists the discomfort in his stomach, stays beside Zhan Yanchu, watching Zhan Yanchu quietly.

After a while, Pu Huaiyan brought up the sweet soup: "Your Majesty, this is white fungus and lotus seed soup, please drink it quickly, Your Majesty."

"Okay." Ling Jue stood up, took the bowl, took a few sips, couldn't bear it anymore, put down the bowl, hurried outside, leaned on the pillar and vomited.Ling Jue felt dizzy, could hardly stand on his feet, and was so disgusted that he wanted to vomit out the contents of his stomach.

"Your Majesty!" Pu Huaiyan hastily patted Ling Jue on the back, anxiously reprimanding the guards at the side: "Hurry up and send Li Yuyi over!"

Ling Jue was supported and leaned on the chair, he felt very uncomfortable, he didn't want to think about anything, he could only frowned and closed his eyes, and adjusted his breath.

Doctor Li checked Ling Jue's pulse, his eyes widened suddenly, and he put his hand on Ling Jue's wrist in disbelief, his fingers trembling.

Doctor Li's medical skills are superb, and he has never misdiagnosed, but this time he made a diagnosis for the second time. Seeing this, Pu Huaiyan said anxiously: "What's the matter, Doctor Li, you should tell our family quickly!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, he is..." Li Yuyi withdrew his hand and knelt on the ground excitedly: "It's Ximai!"

Ling Jue suddenly opened his eyes.

After rejecting Doctor Li, Pu Huaiyan and Ling Jue were silent, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

Ling Jue was stunned for a while, then lowered his eyes to look at his flat stomach.

Unknowingly, there was already a little life there, which was his and Zhan Yanchu's child.

He had imagined in his heart what this moment would be like countless times, pain, surprise, rejection, or fear.

He should have been like this, but at this moment, Zhan Yanchu was lying unconscious on the bed.

He stretched out his hand and slowly covered his abdomen, his eyes couldn't hide the tenderness.

Perhaps because he had made countless preparations in his heart, he was not as shocked and bewildered as he imagined, but instead had an inexplicable calmness.

From the moment Zhan Yanchu firmly held his hand after blocking the sword for him, perhaps, those dazed and helpless have disappeared.

"Your Majesty..." Pu Huaiyan didn't know what to say.congratulate?This is a high-ranking man who is an emperor is pregnant.Comfort, but isn't this result exactly what they have always wanted?

"Pandelion." Ling Jue took a deep breath and looked at Pu Huaiyan with a surprisingly calm face: "Give me the anti-fetal medicine!"

Pu Huaiyan looked at Ling Jue in disbelief, and said after a while: "Yes, yes, old minister... let's go."

Ling Jue caressed the sky lantern that Zhan Yanchu had chosen for him. The lamp stand had been broken in yesterday's chaos, and the white paper was stained with blood. It seemed useless, but he was reluctant Throw it away, and bring these things back to the palace.

Oh, is God using this sky lantern to remind him not to have extravagant hopes?

Ling Jue sat back beside Zhan Yanchu again.

What I said to him at the beginning of the Zhanyan yesterday sounded in my ears: "Your Majesty, I will not die. I will always be with and protect Your Majesty. Holding your hand is... holding your hand, and growing old together with you."

He held Zhan Yanchu's hand and interlocked his fingers.

At the beginning of the banquet, no matter whether you have ever loved me or not, I thank you for your promise.

What's the point of committing to each other if it's not for love?

Now, it is time for you to return to your original life.

Zhan Yanchu slowly opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?" Ling Jue was sitting by the bed, guarding him, and when he saw that he was awake, his expression turned pale.

The voice at the beginning of the exhibition was a little hoarse: "En."

"how do you feel?"

"I'm fine, Your Majesty doesn't have to worry." Zhan Yan remembered something at the beginning, and said with frowned: "Yesterday, Your Majesty was frightened."

Ling Jue snorted coldly, his eyes were full of contempt: "A group of young people, I won't be surprised by them."

"Has Your Majesty found out the origins of those assassins?"

"Those people are dead soldiers. After the assassination failed, they all died on their own. However, Old General Meng has already conducted a thorough investigation on this matter, and the results should come out soon."

Only then did Zhan Yanchu feel relieved, and sat up, with a sharp pain in his shoulder, he couldn't help gasping.Seeing this, Ling Jue instinctively supported him, and reprimanded: "The injury hasn't healed yet, why are you moving?"

When Zhan Yan first saw Ling Jue caring about him so much, he couldn't help blushing, and said with a sneering smile, "I understand. Thank you Your Majesty for your concern."

Seeing Zhan Yan Chu's face blushing, Ling Jue felt a little embarrassed, and retracted his hand uncomfortably, lowering his eyes.

The two were silent for a while.Ling Jue seemed to have made up his mind, his expression became solemn, and he suddenly said: "At the beginning of the banquet."

Zhan Yan Chu looked at Ling Jue: "What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

Ling Jue clenched his fists, trying to make his tone more natural: "I... I have it."

"En?" The first day of Zhanyan didn't react: "What's your majesty?"

"..." Ling Jue said these words because he mustered up the courage to say it with difficulty, and his heart was full of mixed feelings. Seeing that Zhan Yan was not enlightened at the beginning, he was gnashed by this silly boy, and he raised his eyes and stared at Zhan Yan viciously. Chu: "Idiot! Just ignore it if you don't understand it!"

He stood up and walked outside coldly.

Zhan Yan was shocked at the beginning, and it took him a while to react, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his mind went blank, he opened the brocade and rushed down from the bed, striding to catch up with Ling Jue.

"Your Majesty!" Zhan Yanchu grabbed Ling Jue's wrist.

Ling Jue was ashamed, annoyed and depressed, and wanted to shake off Zhang Yanchu, but his wound was touched, and he gasped in pain.

Ling Jue hurriedly stopped, turned around, did not dare to move, could only look at Zhan Yanchu worriedly.

"Your Majesty! Hiss!" Zhan Yan grinned in pain at the beginning of the banquet, but he didn't care about that much, tightly clutching Ling Jue's wrist, unable to speak in surprise: "Your Majesty, you... are you just dreaming!"

Ling Jue was terrified, and scolded him again: "Idiot!"

"It's not a dream! It's really not a dream!" Zhan Yan couldn't help but hug Ling Jue's waist suddenly.

"You..." Ling Jue blushed for a while, and wanted to break away from him, but thinking of Zhan Yanchu's injury, he didn't dare to move, so he had to freeze his body and let him hug him.

Zhan Yanchu stared ecstatically at the thin and flexible waist and the flat and firm belly of the man in his arms, unbelievable that there was already a child belonging to them there.

Ling Jue looked at Zhan Yanchu's joyful look, and suddenly felt a little shy, Zhan Yanchu is leaving me, are you so happy?

Zhan Yanchu couldn't hide the love in his heart, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and couldn't help but want to caress Ling Jue's abdomen.Children, children, their children...

Ling Jue grabbed his hand.

Zhan Yanchu stopped, looking at Ling Jue, there was a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Ling Jue lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Let go of me."

"Yes." Only then did Zhan Yanchu let go of Ling Jue, his eyes still reluctantly staring at Ling Jue's stomach.

Being stared at uncomfortably, Ling Jue turned his back and said, "Now that the matter is over, the relationship between me and you is also over."

At the beginning of the exhibition, congratulations, you will be free from now on.

At the beginning of the banquet, he was overwhelmed with joy, but he came back to his senses after hearing Ling Jue's words. Looking at Ling Jue's back, the joy on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by endless sadness and reluctance.

Yes, how could he have forgotten that from the beginning to the end, he was just a tool to help His Majesty conceive. This is His Majesty's child, perhaps the future king, destined to be as unattainable as the person in front of him.

This child will not deepen their relationship, but it means that the bond between him and Ling Jue has disappeared.

"Minister..." At the beginning of the banquet, thousands of words were stuck in his throat, but finally he lowered his eyelids to cover up all the emotions in his eyes, cupped his hands and made a bow, and tried to smile: "Congratulations, Your Majesty."

Seeing him congratulating himself with a smile, Ling Jue's heart became heavier: "Since you're awake, go back! Your father already knew about the fact that you blocked the sword for me. I'm afraid the whole Zhanfu is just doing it for you now." People are scared."

"Your Majesty knows, I will take my leave." Zhan Yanchu knelt down on the ground, looked at Ling Jue reluctantly, and finally couldn't help saying: "Your Majesty, take care of yourself."

He clenched his fists, got up and walked past Ling Jue.

"Zhan Yanchu." Ling Jue suddenly hugged him from behind Zhan Yanchu.

Zhan Yanchu's back was so wide and warm, Ling Jue closed his eyes, and his voice was serious and gentle like never before: "Thank you."

Thank you for not being scared away by my bad disguise, thank you for your gentle protection all the time.

thank you for giving me a child

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"Your Majesty!" Zhan Yanchu froze, wanting to turn around and look at Ling Jue.

But Ling Jue, as if afraid of Zhan Yanchu's turning around, grabbed his arm to stop him gently, took a deep breath, and left his back.

"You too, take care."