The villain's self-cultivation

"Huh? Is Your Majesty afraid?" Rong Yue asked again.

nonsense!

Can you be afraid?

But Ruan Wan is a modern person through and through. For this kind of non-specific description of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, at most, he can think of the beautified pictures in TV dramas, and it won't be too horrifying.

In fact, what he is more afraid of is this person in his body at this moment, this mental illness who is close at hand and can crush him with one hand at any time.

But this kind of fear is mixed with a tinge of grievance. This person is clearly the same as Rong Yue only in appearance, other personality and tone are different, but how many people in the world have the same appearance?At least Ruan Wan has only met this one since he was born, and he can't really treat them completely differently.

Especially after his eyes were red, the sour taste would only intensify, and without even thinking about it, he softly begged for mercy: "Rong Yue, get up, I feel bad..."

The voice was soft and weak, with a sticky and sweet nasal sound, as if she was acting like a baby, but her mood was obviously depressed, and there was still misty water vapor in her eyes.

The most important thing is that he didn't say "Zhen", but called himself "I".

I'm uncomfortable.

It was like a show of weakness, but it was an inadvertent show of weakness, which he didn't even realize, but it was even more itchy.

Rong Yue's eyes flickered slightly, and the bottom of his heart was caught off guard, as if he had been grabbed, it was soft and sore, and it was still delaying the spread of the pain.

The palms of Ruan Wan's hands seemed to be scalded by something. He suddenly withdrew his hands, stood up, and clenched his fists so that his nails were almost digging into his palms.

Those peach-colored eyes were still staring at him, with a trace of timid and innocent fear, like some newborn small animal he had seen in the wild, it would run away in a panic when it was frightened, but it couldn't escape far, and often didn't run away. A few steps will fall into the hunter's trap.

Rong Yue was inexplicably flustered, turned his head to avoid it as if fleeing, took two quick steps, and became furious at the servants and maidservants outside the screen: "Where's the medicine for frying? It hasn't been brought yet, it's going to be kept until noon." Do you want to eat?"

After losing his temper, he suddenly heard weak panting and moaning behind him, his expression changed, he turned back to the bedside, his eyes lowered complicatedly: "Still feeling uncomfortable? Where is it uncomfortable?"

"My heart... hurts..."

Tears welled up in Ruan Wan's eyes right now, although the fine pain caused by palpitations was not as severe as at the beginning, it was always lingering and lingering for a long time.

Lying on this bed at this moment, facing this strange but familiar person, he felt absurdly born in his heart that he was alone but shouldn't be alone.

He has always thought of it simply, once this kind of slightly complicated emotion breeds, the frustration that cannot be sorted out will make him more restless. On the bed, hot tears slid down the ends of the eyes and into the hair on the temples, like a bottle of broken glass.

"Why are you crying, what about the energy you put on me when you poured the medicine?" Rong Yue suppressed the aroused anger in his heart, stretched out his hand lightly, pulled the person into his arms, and helped He pressed his heart.

After covering for so long, my body is still icy and cold, and there is no heat. With this kind of physique, it is no wonder that the heart disease can be cured.

"It's obvious that you can't handle it yourself... You are so stingy, it's been so long, you still remember..." Ruan Wan sobbed and trembled, and the arms around his body tightened.

The regent is strong and healthy. When he was young, he marched in the field and often drank animal blood. His body temperature was higher than that of ordinary people. Now nestling in his arms is warmer and more comfortable than holding Mrs. Tang with a charcoal basin in the palace at night. many.

"Okay, then hold on to the king later, don't even think about spilling a drop."

Listen, I used to call myself a "weichen", but now I am "the king"!

Ruan Wan rolled her eyes with tears in her eyes, thinking that the hug was not bad, she decided not to bother with him.

"Don't cry, you already have heart disease, be careful to cry until you lose your breath."

The raised hand paused, then wiped Ruan Wan's face awkwardly.

The skin touched by the fingertips was soft, white and silky, and even the fine silk satin was not as good as his. When it was rubbed by the cocoon, it turned a little red in an instant, as if it had been rubbed with rich and sweet rouge, accompanied by moist tears. He looks pitiful and seduces people tightly, making people want to bully him more fiercely, leaving distinct marks on him.

Rong Yue couldn't hold it back, and pinched the flesh on his face.

So soft and tender.

"What are you doing..." Ruan Wan cried out in pain, her voice was still crying, she turned her head back and tried to avoid it, but Rong Yue's chest happened to be behind her, she rubbed against it twice, her cheeks limply pressed against her A little bit below his shoulders, his body trembled and his tone was tender and soft, "I've already said that I'm in pain, can't you be gentle..."

Oh shit!Rong Yue gritted his teeth and couldn't hold back in a bad mood.

What's the matter with this little emperor?

He would never think that this little thing was deliberately seducing him. Rong Yue is not a young master who was raised in a deep boudoir. He has been out and about since he was a child, not only in the battlefield, but also in various officialdoms, foreign countries, and Jianghu affairs. Quite a few, I have seen countless people, and I have seen many men and women who play tricks in front of him, and I feel that no one can escape his eyesight.

He knew that this little emperor was not a scheming man.

Especially now, his body was tortured to the point of weakness, all his actions were natural and unconscious, and even the Prince Regent he hated the most had unconsciously become his chosen safe haven.

He put away his not-so-sharp thorns, and showed his soft white belly in front of Rong Yue, rolling around like a baby, innocent as hell.

And it's terribly seductive.

Rong Yue really didn't expect that this person had such a side, it was... that he didn't want to let go.

"I won't wipe it if you don't cry." He opened his mouth, only to realize that his voice was much hoarse.

Clearing his throat uncomfortably, Rong Yue shouted out again impatiently: "Has the medicine not arrived yet?"

"Here we come... General forgiveness..." Xu Ying ran over with a small bowl in his hands.

Ruan Wan raised her eyes and saw the black, green, black and green soup in the bowl, she felt nauseated for a while, and the unstoppable tears flowed out again, desperately digging into Rong Yue's arms: "I won't drink..."

But the throbbing pain in his heart couldn't help him, the pain made him gasp immediately, his body softened, and his face became even paler.

Rong Yue's face darkened, he took the bowl, raised his chin and said coldly: "Everyone go down."

"Yes."

After all the servants retreated, he tried the heat of the soup, it was warm enough to be eaten, and it would cool down after a while, so he ignored Ruan Wan's resistance, pinched his chin and forced him to open his mouth, The concoction was forcefully poured into him.

"Well--!"

There are often seriously injured soldiers in the army. Even in a coma, their bodies are tense, their mouths cannot be pried open, and it is difficult to feed medicine. Rong Yue has learned this technique after a lot of experience. Medicines will not go to waste.

What's more, Ruan Wan's strength is less than one-tenth of his little guy.

But after the feeding, the little guy reacted more than anyone else. He began to cough violently, hoarse, as if he wanted to cough up all his internal organs, and tears fell one by one, soft in his arms. Trembling incessantly.

Rong Yue didn't dare to let go, and hugged him tightly, but his mood became worse and worse with each heart-piercing cough, his lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, his eyes were terribly gloomy, and he continued to give Ruan Wan Shun Qi until the cough gradually faded away. Weak down.

"It's okay, it won't hurt after drinking the medicine."

His consolation undoubtedly added fuel to the fire for Ruan Wan, completely counterproductive.

Ruan Wan was so angry that the place where he was pinched was in pain, and his spirit was already tormented unconscious, sobbing and muttering: "Why are you so fierce? He wouldn't treat me like this..."

Rong Yue's expression darkened immediately.

"Who is he?

You are so weak and confused, how can you still think about others?

For a moment, Rong Yue couldn't tell what kind of feeling he was feeling in his heart. It was as if his heart was being boiled in water, and he wanted to explode, but he didn't know in which direction to explode.

He narrowed his eyes, determined to check out all kinds of people around the little emperor.

But as soon as this idea came out, he felt stunned again—he had no intention of seizing the throne, so what was the purpose of this kind of investigation?

Rong Yue looked down at the little man who was so fragile that he would die if he pinched him, feeling complicated.

At this time, a servant of the general's mansion came in cautiously from outside the screen, and knelt on the ground with low eyebrows: "General, the young master heard that His Majesty is coming, and is waiting outside the house, and wants to greet His Majesty."

Rong Yue frowned, and snorted with an unknown meaning from his nose: "Rong Xuan? He's still young, so there's no need for that. His Majesty is not feeling well today. Let him step down and invite you another day."

"Yes……"

"Wait." Ruan Wan panted hurriedly.

child?

That should be the adoptive son adopted by the regent, and it is also a target that the system set for him to kill.

He lay on Rong Yue's chest, swallowed a little nervously, his fingertips trembled slightly, and said in a low voice: "It's already here, it won't take long to please An, let him come in, I want to see you."

The author says:

Ruan Ruan - a new generation of pure desire spokesperson~