National teacher, he is a sick beauty

The imperial physician kneeling on the floor outside the imperial study room almost told all the imperial physicians in the imperial hospital, and those who didn't know thought that something had happened to the Great Chu Emperor.

Standing on the edge of the bed, Chu Lang looked at Shen Ci who had already passed out. He coughed for half an hour just now, and almost coughed up all his internal organs. The reason why he fell asleep with a pale complexion was because the imperial doctor used the needle.

Chu Lang frowned. Although Shen Ci didn't ride horses and shoot arrows in his last life, he rarely got sick. In my impression, Shen Ci only got sick once, but he recovered quickly. He coughed up blood like he is now, and he never had one. of.

The imperial physician who took the pulse withdrew his hand, and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, the Master of the State Teacher is because of the wind and cold, the cold air entered the body, which made his body weak, and thus gave birth to a cough. There is nothing wrong with it."

Chu Lang had heard these words no less than twenty times today, and the imperial physicians kneeling outside all said the same thing after taking the pulse.

The air pressure in the room was getting lower and lower, and even Zhao Yin who was on the side couldn't help wiping off his sweat. Since yesterday, their emperor of Dachu has become different. The pressure of the emperor can make people suffocate on the spot. Shen Ci is modest on the surface but ruthless in tactics, and His Majesty is telling you directly that your life is in danger.

Chu Lang was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Your imperial hospital kept telling me that my husband was just Fenghan, but have you ever seen a little Fenghan that made people cough up blood and cough for half an hour?!"

The head of the imperial hospital quickly knelt down: "This minister is incompetent."

Chu Lang waved his hand: "It's really incompetent. The imperial hospital fined her a year's salary. Let's think of a way."

The imperial physicians hurriedly resigned.

Shen Ci was forced to fall asleep by a few silver needles, but he didn't sleep for long. He woke up in the middle of the night, and the inner room was empty, only a little candlelight came in from outside the screen. That day the emperor sat in front of the desk, lighting a palace lantern Review the memorial.

Shen Ci got up and walked outside, Chu Lang stood up when he heard the movement, and when he saw Shen Ci coming out, he was quite pleasantly surprised: "Mr. is awake."

"Well," Shen Ci glanced at a bowl of thick soup on the table, and deliberately changed the subject, "The list of ministers for the heavenly feast has been drawn up, just before the desk, please have a look at it."

Chu Lang nodded: "I've seen it, sir has a heart, the medicine on the table is neither hot nor cold, it should be just right, sir, drink it quickly."

Shen Ci didn't even go over to the table, and went straight to the desk: "I said, a little cold, rest for two days and you'll be fine."

Chu Lang looked at him, as if he wanted to tell if he was real or not: "Since it's just a little cold, why is sir coughing up blood?"

Shen Ci couldn't answer him, but he refused to move a step to drink the medicine on the table. Although he had no choice but to drink the medicine the first two times, the bitter taste didn't dissipate all day, and now he still has lingering fears when he thinks about it .

Seeing that he was not moving, Chu Lang knew that he was being stubborn again, and moved closer to Shen Ci. Shen Ci supported the book case with one hand. At this moment, the ambergris on Chu Lang's body instantly surrounded him, and he was once again trapped between Chu Lang and the book case. between.

"Your Majesty, I really...?!" Before Shen Ci could finish his prevarication, he felt a palm behind his waist caressing his waist, and the shame of being beaten suddenly came up. Shen Cikong's other hand He quickly grabbed Chu Lang's hand with one hand.

Chu Lang smiled and said, "Sir, good medicine is good for the disease."

Shen Ci pushed Chu Lang away, how could he push away with that weak force, and pressed on the little emperor's chest, like a cat stepping on milk, Chu Lang consciously took a step back with that weak force.

Shen Ci staggered and walked towards the medicine on the table.

Only this time, he didn't have the same determination as the previous two times, and he was able to drink it all in one gulp. After drinking half a bowl, he felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood overflowed from between his lips and teeth, pouring into the ink-colored concoction , Shen Ci turned his back to Chu Lang, wiped the blood from his lips calmly, and very naturally dropped the bowl on the ground, the porcelain fragments shattered on the ground, and the medicine mixed with blood.

Zhao Yin heard the movement, and quickly opened the door to come in. Seeing the mess on the ground, she sent someone to clean it up quickly.

Chu Lang looked at Shen Ci who was leaning on the table, with a half-smile: "Could it be that Mister didn't want to take the medicine and broke the bowl on purpose?"

Shen Ci laughed angrily at him. He looked at the little emperor standing by the candlelight intertwined with light and dark, and remembered that the emperor didn't like to drink medicine when he was young. At that time, he also spent a lot of effort to force Chu Lang to drink medicine. Now Is this...retaliation?

Shen Ci looked tired and sighed.

Forget it, there is a saying in the Jianghu that those who come out to mess around will have to pay it back sooner or later, but within a month, the little emperor can make as much trouble as he likes, and after one month, the two of them will never owe each other.

Shen Ci looked at him, waiting for him to say the phrase "Zhao Yin, bring me another bowl of medicine".

However, what Chu Lang said was: "Sir, maybe you have been bored for the past few days, so you lost your temper so much. Shall I go out for a walk with you?"

Shen Ci was slightly stunned, but he was really bored after being trapped in the imperial study for the past two days. After being reborn, he wanted to let go of the past and leave the capital directly, but found that he couldn't leave at all, and his mood had been depressed. Maybe this was also his fault. cause.

Shen Ci nodded, and followed Chu Lang out of the door of the imperial study.

It was late at night, and the palace lanterns outside were lit all the way along the cobblestone path. It looked like a bright light for extradition to the underworld, as if the end of the darkness was a new life.

Shen Ci looked at the dark road, walked along the palace lantern, and forgot about Chu Lang beside him. He emptied himself, threw away the unwillingness and regret of his previous life, and the boredom in front of him in this life, and just wanted to keep walking. leave here.

As he was walking, he suddenly felt warm on his body, and the wide cloak blocked the chill around him. After Shen Ci paused, he heard Chu Lang's voice next to his ears: "Sir, you can only go to the palace of the Lonely Bird Palace." door."

In the dark night, under the quiet moonlight, Chu Lang's voice seemed a bit abrupt.

Shen Ci turned his head and looked into a pair of deep eyes, which were as dark as the night sky and turned into an abyss in an instant.

He looked at Chu Lang and was sure that the person in front of him was taking revenge on him.

When he was a child, Chu Lang liked to ride horses and shoot arrows, but he didn't like to read books. Shen Ci ordered him to be locked up in the imperial study room. He was not allowed to go out until he finished reciting the books. Chu Lang was locked up for several days. He was a little depressed. Look, it's just that you are not allowed to go out of the palace gate of the Lonely Bird Palace, that's what he said back then, and now Chu Lang returned the words to him.

Shen Ci's pace slowed down, feeling like he wanted to go to dawn, Chu Lang noticed it, and was not in a hurry.

It's just that there is only such a section of the road after all, no matter how slow Shen Ci walks, there will be a time.

Shen Ci held on to the door frame, with a little force on his fingers, which turned white under the light of the palace lantern.

Bisheng Chu Lang still kindly reminded him: "Sir, it's cold at night, let's go back."

With his back to Chu Lang, Shen Ci raised his hand to tighten the cloak on his body, but he didn't support the door wall, and his figure swayed, looking like he was about to fall.

He quickly raised his hand to support the palace door, and fell into a warm embrace the next moment.

Chu Lang actually picked him up horizontally, and walked towards the imperial study without any explanation.

Shen Ci struggled slightly, but he had no strength to break free, and said angrily: "Your Majesty, I am your teacher!"

Chu Lang took it for granted: "I know, if I knew that Mr. is so weak, I shouldn't let Mr. come out to blow the wind."

Shen Ci lowered his eyes: "I don't blame you."

Chu Lang continued: "Sir, you can't even stand firmly. If you want to come out in the future, you have to tell me. I will hold you..."

"Chu Lang!" Shen Ci's face turned red and pale for a while, he was really very angry with the little emperor, so he interrupted hastily.

The emperor looked at Shen Ci in his arms, who was angry from embarrassment, like a cat with blown fur, and like a soft and coquettish fox, bright and charming, a look he had never seen in his previous life.

Chu Lang said with a smile, "Mr. is getting more and more courageous, and he even dares to call me by my first name."

At the entrance of the imperial study room, Zhao Yin and other palace officials knelt down on the ground at some point.

Shen Ci realized that he had lost his composure, and suppressed his anger: "It was the minister who made a slip of the tongue for a while, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Chu Lang nodded seriously: "Since the master knows his mistake, then I will punish him to treat his illness on the dragon bed."

Shen Ci looked away and stopped looking at him.

Chu Lang carried him all the way to the dragon bed and put him down. Shen Ci looked at the bowl of medicine soup that made him despair on the bed cabinet next to the bed, and felt powerless for the first time.

He has a way to deal with open swords and dark arrows, plots and tricks, but only the little emperor uses this cotton-like method, which makes him helpless.

Shen Ci looked at the medicinal soup that Chu Lang handed over again, and wondered what would happen if he knocked it over again, would Chu Lang kill him?

If so, it would be a pleasure.

Shen Ci thought so, and did the same. The medicine in Chu Lang's hand was hit on the ground by surprise, and this time there was indeed resentment.

Chu Lang's eyes darkened slightly: "It seems that Mister is really angry."

Shen Ci looked at him and cut straight to the point: "Your Majesty, you clearly kept the subject in the palace for medical treatment, but actually put him under house arrest. What exactly is Your Majesty going to do?"

Chu Lang was silent for a while, then smiled: "I said before, I want to be close to Mr.

Shen Ci twitched the corners of his mouth, narrowing his attractive fox eyes slightly: "Your Majesty, do you still want to say these high-sounding words between you and me?"

Chu Lang was silent for a moment, as if very sad, he turned on the bed, wrapped Shen Ci in his arms, the ambergris on his body wrapped Shen Ci, Shen Ci frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He was thinking about how to persuade the little emperor to let him out of the palace, but he felt something slipped through his wide sleeve.

Chu Lang held his wrist with his hand, put that slender wrist in the palm of his hand, rubbed it for a while, his eyes darkened a little, the emperor's hand kept climbing up, and left on Shen Ci's arm. There was a tingling, itchy feeling, like a feather passing by.

What Shen Ci wanted to say was interrupted by this strange feeling, and he quickly pressed Chu Lang's hand that was about to go deeper: "Your Majesty!"

Shen Ci raised his eyebrows coldly, and Chu Lang withdrew his hand rather unsatisfactorily: "I didn't lie to Mr., it was Mr.'s own imagination."

Shen Ci: "..."

Early the next morning, Chu Lang went to court, but Shen Ci was still left in the imperial study, perhaps because he was afraid that Shen Ci would refuse to drink the medicine, so Chu Lang specially kept Zhao Yin.

Shen Ci sat in front of the desk but didn't write for a long time, Zhao Yin stood aside and didn't dare to talk too much.

After a long time, Shen Ci said: "Eunuch Zhao, Your Majesty has been very strange recently."

A drop of cold sweat dripped down Zhao Yin's face immediately. If there is anyone in this world who can lock up His Majesty the Great Chu, it is only the Master Guoshi in front of him.

Shen Ci put down the wolf hair in his hand and looked out the window of Xuan Xuan. The flowers in the yard had already withered, but he said with certainty, "It should be Sichun."

Zhao Yin: "?"