After the good boy went crazy

But no matter how loud they shouted, it didn't help.

Huan Ji turned his head and looked at them.

Whether it is the old, the weak, women, children or tribal warriors, they all looked at Huan Ji with tears in their eyes at this time.

The commoners don't think much of it.

They all thought that King Khan was sacrificing himself for the tribe, and they would surely die if they went there. They never thought of going anywhere else.

So they just get sadder.

But the priests and some Khan royals with a little power in the tribe sniffed out something else.

It is so easy for the king of the Yong Dynasty to destroy a tribe.

It's also easy to kill someone.

There is no need to spend so much time and effort, and wasted many days of food and grass, which is unreasonable.

unless……

This conjecture made the priest's face pale, and the tribal Khan royal family also looked at each other, not knowing what to say, and could only silently look at the back of the Khan going away.

Here.

At this time, Huanji didn't know what the tribal people thought.

His focus now is on his legs.

pain.

Very painful.

Cold sweat kept dripping on Huan Ji's forehead, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks.

He hadn't recuperated in the previous injury festival.

But he has endured.

This time the Hui tribe did not sleep a wink for two days and two nights because they were anxious about the phantom festival, and it took seven or eight days to come back.Although the time is shorter than when we went there, we still ride horses.

So Huan Ji got injured again on the inner thigh.

And now you have to ride back.

【Your leg injury is already serious, if you continue like this, it may kill you due to inflammation and infection. 】The system reminded seriously.

【I know. 】Huan Ji whispered.

Huan Ji's eyes are now blurred.

The wound on his inner thigh was repeatedly worn away, coupled with the erosion of sweat, it felt like adding salt to a festering wound.Huan Ji's lips were white from the pain.

Being able to persist until now is all due to Huan Ji's strong willpower.

The system indicated that Huan Ji could take it easy, ask the general for some medicine or slow down the journey.

But Huan Ji did not choose to listen.

He didn't want to beg others, so he endured it all the time, and endured it desperately.

The system is silent.

But Huan Ji really persisted.Although he seemed to be on the verge of falling, he resisted all the way and didn't fall down, which surprised the system.

At the same time, I was also a little worried.

Because if Huan Ji has always had such a strong self-esteem, it is not a good thing for him.

the other side.

Zeng Yan was hunting in the hunting ground with a bow and arrow in his hand, but compared to his previous hunting expressions, he was much colder now, and he could tell that he was not in a good mood.

This made the servants beside him tremble with fear.

I was afraid that if I was not careful, I would offend the king.

At this time, the guard general came to the hunting ground on horseback, then got off his horse and knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty."

"Say."

Zeng Yan still looked at the shadows of animals in the dense forest ahead.

"Feng Jihan has been arrested and is now kneeling outside the palace, waiting for the king's punishment."

Hearing this, Zeng Yan paused her fingers slightly.

But only for a moment, fleeting.

Zen Yan continued to draw the bow and arrow to aim at a shivering bush in front of him, and then released it suddenly.The arrow hit a large prey with a single blow, killing it with one blow.

The lingering coldness on Zeng Yan dissipated a bit.

He picked up a few more arrows, and then urged the horse to go forward.

Seeing this, the guard general retreated quietly.

At the same time, I couldn't help being a little annoyed.

He thought to himself that maybe he should report this matter later, after all, he is only the King Khan of a small tribe, how could he disturb the king's interest because of him?

You must know that an envoy from the Jin Dynasty asked to see the king before, but the king ignored it at all because he was hunting.

Let the envoy wait for two full days.

The other party didn't dare to say anything.

Just as he was thinking this way, he suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes.

The guard general looked up blankly.

Then he saw that the king came back on horseback. The king casually threw the bow and arrow to the waiter who was waiting on the side, and said in a calm tone: "Go back to the palace."

"No." Everyone said.

Unknowingly, it began to rain in the sky. The weather had been cold for the past few days, and when it rained again, it would become even colder and biting.

Huan Ji was chilled by the rain.

But the washing of the rain made Huanji's legs feel much better, not as painful as it was eroded by sweat before.

【Host, are you alright? 】The system is concerned.

【Um. 】

[Be patient, come on! 】The system shouted for the phantom festival.

Huan Ji didn't speak any more, just barely opened his eyes.

At this time, some envoys of the dynasty and tribe Khan who came out of the palace looked at each other when they saw Feng Jihan's miserable state, but they all pretended not to see and left.

But some are gloating.

I thought to myself that the King Khan of the Fengji Tribe was really brave enough to fight against Yongchao, I'm afraid he didn't want to live anymore.

It deserved to end up like this.

The palace is not close to the hunting ground, and it was already dark when Zeng Yan returned to the palace.

The cold rain fell to the ground.

From a long distance away, Yan Yan saw the crumbling back.As a king, he has naturally seen many such scenes, and there are always people who kneel down and beg for his life.

But Zeng Yan never softened his heart.

He doesn't know what it means to be soft-hearted, because Zeng Yan is ruthless by nature.

But at this moment, he unconsciously frowned, and the unhappiness in his heart dissipated a little.

Zeng Yan walked up to Huan Ji.

Huan Ji's face was covered with a mixture of rain and sweat, and he could no longer see clearly.

Zeng Yan bent down.

The servants beside him rushed to hold an umbrella for the king.

Zen Yan raised Huan Ji's jaw, stared at his face, and said, "You're back?"

The voice was deep and cold.

Huan Ji looked at the person in front of him in bewilderment, then couldn't hold it anymore and passed out.

Zen Yan's black royal robe was instantly soaked by the phantom sacrifice.

The faces of the servants changed drastically, subconsciously they wanted to pull Huan Ji away quickly to avoid dirtying the king.

But Zeng Yan didn't get angry.

He made people retreat, and then ordered: "Take him to the side hall first, and then give him..." But at this point, he stopped suddenly.

Zen Yan looked at Feng Jihan in his arms for a while, then suddenly hugged him for no reason.

The servants were all dumbfounded.

Zeng Yan herself was also silent.He didn't know why he suddenly picked him up, and when he realized, this Feng Jihan was already in his arms.

Forget it, after all, it's what you fancy.

He doesn't like being touched by others.

With this in mind, Zeng Yan brought Huan Ji back to her bedroom.

Unsurprisingly, Huan Ji had a fever again.

Zen Yan ordered the witch doctors in the palace to reduce the fever of Huan Ji, while he himself sat in front of the bed and looked at Feng Ji Khan, who kept his eyes closed and kept talking in his sleep, as if he was thinking about something.

"Kings."

After saving about two or three hours, one of the witch doctors knelt on the ground.

"Say." Zeng Yan said calmly.

"Feng Jihan must have been injured, that's why he has a persistent high fever. The minister and the others have temporarily controlled his illness, and now we have to untie his clothes to check."

"That's right."

"No." Everyone nodded.

However, the witch doctors are quite smart, and they didn't untie all of them. They can know where the injuries are just by looking at the obscene clothes on their bodies.But the upper body was intact and there was no blood seeping.

So the witch doctors planned to untie their lower body clothes.

At this time, Zeng Yan's expression was wrong.

He frowned and ordered: "Stop."

The witch doctors quickly knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"Lonely solution."

"promise."

Zeng Yan swiftly unfastened Huanji's lower body, when she saw Huanji's tight skin, Zengyan's eyes deepened, and then moved down along the waist.

Until I saw the wound of Huan Ji.

The inner sides of Huan Ji's legs were bloody and bloody, and even the edges of the wound were a little white, which was really scary to watch.If the general royal family saw this scene, they would probably feel sick.

But Zeng Yan didn't feel disgusted.

He frowned and reached out to touch the edge of the wound.

The still sleeping Huan Ji trembled instinctively, and let out a painful moan from his mouth.

"It's enough for the king and ministers to describe the injuries."

Hearing this, Zeng Yan regained consciousness slightly.He described Huan Ji's wound, but in fact, he knew how to heal it without the need for witch doctor Zen Yan.

Because he marched and fought all year round, he suffered many injuries.

This kind of injury can be seen at a glance as the fever caused by the wound not being treated in time, as long as there is trauma medicine.

as predicted.

The wound medicine given by the witch doctors is the kind that Yan Yan always uses, but there are also medicines that can be taken internally.

Zeng Yan asked everyone to go down and gave him the medicine himself.

Naturally, no one dared to object.

However, because the wound had to be kept clean before applying the medicine, Zeng Yan held Huan Ji in his arms and gave him a bath.

Huan Ji in a coma is very obedient, letting Zen Yan play with him.

Yan Yan's eyes gradually deepened.

He kind of liked this feeling, and even for a moment he wondered whether to wait for the little Khan King under his command to wake up, and poison him unconscious for a few days.

Huan Ji didn't know what Zen Yan thought.

He finally woke up after five days of coma.

Huan Ji who just woke up was still a little confused, he could feel himself lying on a warm blanket, this kind of warmth made Huan Ji feel like he wanted to continue to sleep.

But reason still prevailed.

He shook his aching head, and when he opened his eyes again, he could see everything around him clearly.

But this look made Huan Ji's face instantly ugly.

He is in a golden cage.

The cage is huge, with a soft white blanket underneath, and the pillows are also made of high-quality silk, but this cannot resist the fact that it is a cage!

[OMG! ] The system was also shocked.

Huan Ji clenched his fists tightly, he subconsciously wanted to get up and break free from the cage, but just as he moved, he was dragged by the sharp pain in his inner thigh and let out a muffled groan.

[God!Host!This is a cage! 】

The corners of Huan Ji's eyes turned red.

He tried hard to suppress his emotions, but in the end he couldn't control it.

"Let me out! Let me out!!"

The maids and servants standing by the gate of the palace stood quietly, as if they hadn't heard what the phantom sacrifice said.

Huan Ji hit the cage so hard that his hands were bleeding.

If he couldn't use his legs, he might even have to kick his feet towards the cage.

【calm!Calm down, host! 】The system said urgently.

Huan Ji tried not to shed tears, only laughed at himself and said: 【I know what you want to say.You don't have to persuade me, I'd rather die if I'm imprisoned like this, so why should I care if I get hurt. 】

【No, I'm not worried about your injury, I'm worried about you breaking the golden cage. 】The system is heartbroken.

Huan Ji was startled: [What? 】

[This golden cage is worth a lot at first glance!Host, let's send it! 】The system excitedly said.

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