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The one-inch-deep wound was still oozing blood, and Murong Chengdu's face began to turn slightly pale due to blood loss, but there was no wavering in his eyes. He held Chu Lichen's slender and soft hands in his palms, kneaded them, and held them for a long time. After a while, the corners of his lips twitched, "Chen'er is tired, my king will carry you to bed."

It looks like a smile, but it doesn't feel like a smile at all.

"Well-"

Chu Lichen's slender eyebrows suddenly frowned, exuding a look of half-resentment and half-resentment. It turned out that Murong Chengdu held his hand too tightly, and it hurt a little.

Chu Lichen snorted in pain, and forced to push away the mountain-like body in front of him. He didn't know what to think of, and his face suddenly turned black: "Don't touch me, you have blood on your body, I will walk by myself."

Murong Chengdu was not angry, but instead smiled and kissed the small red lips, "Okay, I won't touch you, remember to drink the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor after waking up, I ordered the imperial chef to make it before I came." Your favorite dish, I will come to accompany you after the king finishes approving the memorial."

Chu Lichen silently stared at the man in front of him in a daze, then turned his head silently and walked towards the dragon bed in the inner hall, with a resolute posture, as if he didn't care about Murong Chengdu's injury at all.

Murong Chengdu stood there for a long time, and finally waited for Chu Lichen to fall asleep peacefully. Then he let out a doting sigh and quietly lifted the bead curtain and went out. He didn't call the maid, but sat alone in the outer hall. On the couch, he raised his eyebrows, and tore off the heavy dragon robe a few times, exposing the flesh and bleeding wounds to the air.

The dark and deep eyes were still shining with sternness, Murong Chengdu didn't seem to feel the pain, he directly picked up the strong wine on the table, poured the whole bottle on the wound without blinking, and clearly felt the stimulation The strong wine mixed with the dirty blood seeped into the wound bit by bit, but the man just furrowed his brows and snorted, and there was no expression on his face anymore.

After applying the medicine, Murong Chengdu casually took a black brocade cloak from the rack after wrapping it up with gauze. While putting it on, he walked to the desk where the memorial was reviewed. After a while, he Shen Sheng called Wu Ya in.

In the huge sleeping hall, uneven breathing can be faintly heard in the ear.

Murong Chengdu ordered lightly, "Take it and burn it."

Although his handsome face was expressionless, every muscle in his body was twitching with pain.

Murong Chengdu hid it well, Wu Ya didn't notice anything unusual, he only glanced down at the blood-stained dragon robe thrown on the ground, he immediately shook his body, and said with a pale face, "Your Majesty has been assassinated!? This subordinate will pass on to the Imperial Physician!"

Murong Chengdu glanced at it lightly, then waved his hands pretending to be indifferent, and ordered Wu Ya righteously: "No need, this matter must not be made public, and no one else is allowed to know."

Wuya raised his eyes to look at Murong Chengdu's back. After pondering for a while, he suddenly realized that he shifted his gaze to the dragon bed behind the bead curtain.

Not only did your majesty not order a thorough investigation, but he also tried his best to cover up the traces. Could it be that the assassin is...

Wu Ya couldn't help but turn pale with shock. Could it be that Chu Lichen took the wrong medicine and dared to assassinate Jun Shang?And after stabbing Junshang, how could he lie on the bed and sleep safely?Did Jun Shang suddenly change his sex, or is there something else hidden about this matter?

Wuya was still thinking hard, when Murong Chengdu's voice sounded at the right time, "After you go out, order someone to drag all the maids who serve Chen'er out of the battle. How dare you neglect Chen'er like this in front of this king? Next time, they will all be dragged to the criminal justice department."

Although Murong Chengdu had a lot of things to do every day, he still had a lot of thoughts on Chu Lichen. In the past few days, he saw that Chu Lichen was getting thinner and weaker. Even when he came in just now, he was sitting on the ground wearing very little clothes. There are some clues.

These courtiers who are used to seeing the wind and changing the rudder, he will be respectful to Chu Lichen when he is there, and he will definitely be cold-eyed and sarcastic when he is not there.

As Murong Chengdu thought about it, he couldn't help clenching his fists secretly, and he became more determined in his heart to give Chu Lichen a worthy title.

"Yes, this subordinate will go now." Wu Ya agreed and exited the bedroom.

It didn't take long for the maids from other palaces to come in softly one after another. The two waited on Murong Cheng's case, and the rest were arranged to serve Chu Lichen in the inner palace.

Murong Chengdu's hand holding Langhao trembled from time to time, but the sharp pain in his chest kept him awake, so the memorials that were pushed into a hill were finished one by one a few minutes before dinner.

Tired and in pain, Murong Chengdu walked into the inner hall with heavy steps. He sat on the edge of the bed, took off his boots, and immediately lay down beside Chu Lichen. With a soft body, gradually, that restless and beating heart calmed down. At this moment, Murong Chengdu's eyes were closed, concealing the sharp and ruthless light that was usually there, and he appeared extremely handsome and gentle.

The setting sun was setting, and the warm rays of light shone through the window onto the curtain at the head of the bed, refracting colorful and beautiful light, and the atmosphere fell into a short-term comfort and beauty.

"Uh...ah...get off...get off!."

Suddenly there was a nightmare-like moan in his arms, and Murong Chengdu, who had never slept deeply, opened his eyes vigilantly for a moment. He looked down and saw Chu Lichen bit his lower lip hard, almost About to bleed from biting, Murong Chengdu was about to stretch out his hand to pry his teeth open when the man in his arms started shaking his head desperately and twisting his body indiscriminately, his pale lips were opening and closing and talking in sleep, "I... .I want to kill you, Gu Wenjiang, you deserve to die..."

"Chen'er, Chen'er, wake up!" Murong Chengdu was so anxious that he called out one after another in a low voice. He didn't know what to do for a while, so he could only patiently wipe off the cold sweat on Chu Lichen's forehead and the cold sweat left on his palm. It was soaking, there was no temperature at all, and Murong Chengdu seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, so he hurriedly said: "Chen'er, what's wrong with you?"

But Chu Lichen still seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, he couldn't hear or feel Murong Chengdu's cry at all, only a low growl of "ho ho" and Gu Wenjiang's name came out of his throat.

"Hurry up and pass on to the imperial physician!"

Murong Chengdu yelled at the maid outside the curtain, and then suppressed his anger and murderous aura. After calming down, he thought about it carefully. It is estimated that when Chu Lichen stabbed his chest with a dagger earlier, he accidentally Recalling the scene when Gu Wenjiang was killed.

"Chen'er, Chen'er, wake up, don't be afraid, my king is here."

Seeing that Chu Lichen couldn't wake up no matter what, and the cold sweat on his forehead was still getting wetter and wetter, Murong Chengdu regretted it very much, he had never been so afraid and distressed, and unconsciously even forgot the pain on his chest.