Wanjie takeaway

Wei Dao saw the blood all over the place, and Wu Shulan handed out a handkerchief beside him, carefully reminding: "Your Majesty, blood."

Wei Dao blinked his eyes slowly, took the handkerchief, closed his eyes and rubbed it on his face, and looked again, it really got into his eyes accidentally, wiped the blood, it seemed that the surrounding light seemed to be better .

Wei Dao threw the handkerchief back, Wu Shulan took it away, and Yin Getan came back.

After handling the assassin proficiently, Wei Dao went back to the bedroom, took off his coat, and later realized that something was wrong with his neck.

He took a mirror and looked. There was a very thin wound on his neck, which had already scabbed on the road, but now, looking at it in the dim light, it seemed to be a little red, and it was a bit troublesome for his eyes.

Wu Shulan stood aside, Wei Dao beckoned him to come over.

"What did you do in the palace before?"

"Return to Your Majesty, the slaves were in charge of sweeping and greening before."

"What were you doing at home?"

"Without a home, before coming to the palace, the servants had no fixed place to live and were alone. They barely survived until the palace people went out to buy and bought me."

"So, if you don't know how to take care of others, if you don't, let Yin Getan teach you."

"Yes."

"Go to bed."

Wei Dao waved his hand, lay down on the bed, suddenly felt panicked, pressed down through a layer of quilt, it was hard.

Turned over, still panicked.

How did it become the setting of Princess and the Pea?

Wei Dao sighed and sat up from the bed, unable to fall asleep at all.

The candle weeps softly, the candlelight is separated by a cover, the jumping flames are much more peaceful, and the shining candlelight is like tears.

It was very cold outside in winter and the wind was blowing, and suddenly there was howling, as if a demon was rampant.

It sounded messy and irritable, cold and empty, like someone crying.

The candlelight in the room is warm, and it is spread inch by inch outside the brocade quilt and finery. It is not dazzling, nor is it bright enough, but it shines a warm yellow light everywhere.

The wind has subsided, and there seems to be something hitting outside the window, bang bang bang, knocking on the door again, bang bang bang.

Still wind.

It was very noisy, and it became colder for a while, Wei Dao shivered, but still couldn't fall asleep.

He thought: Maybe this is tit for tat?

If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't think of a story last time and couldn't sleep now, it would be Wu Shulan.

Wu Shulan didn't fall asleep either, he slept on the floor of the bedroom, he didn't toss and turn in fear of Wei Dao, but he heard Wei Dao sigh when he was awake, knowing that Wei Dao was also awake, he hesitated, sat up and asked in a low voice: "Why is your majesty restless? "

Wei Dao glanced at him and said, "I can't sleep."

Wu Shulan asked carefully: "What's on your majesty's mind?"

To say that he is bold is to be bold, to say that he is timid, and his appearance is almost as cowardly as a mouse.

Wei Dao sighed: "It's okay."

Wu Shulan tentatively said: "Although this servant has never read a book, I can tell that His Majesty is very preoccupied."

He paused, seeing that Wei Dao was not angry, he asked again: "Your Majesty?"

Wei Dao said lightly: "You talk too much."

Wu Shulan was so frightened that he kowtowed his head with a bang, and knelt down on the ground.

Wei Dao didn't even look at him, he frowned and said, "You don't have to, get up."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Dao coughed, and his cheeks gradually turned red.

hot.

Wei Dao got out of bed and was about to open the window.

Wu Shulan tried to stop him: "Your Majesty, it's windy at night, so be careful to catch a cold."

Wei Dao pushed him away, opened the window again, sat down and said coldly: "Pay attention to your identity."

Wu Shulan knelt on the ground, lowered his eyes, the sockets of which soon turned red, and replied, "Yes."

Wei Dao coughed for a while: "Ahem——"

Wu Shu hesitated to speak but stopped looking at Wei Dao, and still lowered his head.

With the wind blowing in the middle of the night, Wei Dao's fingers were cold, and his face became hotter and hotter.

"Your Majesty, close the window?"

Wu Shuwan asked in a low voice.

Wei Dao waved his hand: "Shut it up."

He frowned and went back to bed, covered himself with the quilt, and did not sleep for long before dawn.

The next morning, without incident, Wei Dao had a fever. His skin was originally fair, but there was always a hint of corruption. His cheeks were burning red, like a half-bloomed epiphyllum. Fading, forever silent in the dark.

Wu Shulan took a deep look, but still lowered his head.

Yin Getan stood behind Wei Dao without saying a word.

Wei Dao packed his clothes and prepared to go out.

The whole country belongs to Wei Dao in name, but in fact Wei Dao is not here to manage affairs at all, so the ministers are all working from home, and there is no need for the king of Wei Dao to go to the morning court every day and deal with tons of memorials. Wei Dao only needs to look The final decision sent up, choose to agree or reject, and don't care about anything else.

He just needs to take a walk in his palace every day, waiting for the assassin to assassinate, either he dies or the assassin dies.

When Wu Shulan's pollution is almost the same, this illusion can end.

As for when it is considered pollution, it is probably the time when this country wants to play?

Wei Dao is not too sure, after all, the pollution is not going to be stored on his side until death.

It was very windy outside, Wei Dao thought about it.

Yin Geqin suggested to Wei Dao: "Didn't Your Majesty say a few days ago that he wanted to visit the alchemist's alchemist's alchemy room?"

Wei Dao nodded: "Lead the way."

Yin Getan whispered to Wu Shulan: "Go back and bring some thick clothes to His Majesty."

Wu Shuyan suddenly heard the voices of two little maids on the road, and couldn't help but lighten his footsteps.

"What's the point of cleaning here all day? Your Majesty won't come."

"After all, it was the first emperor's order...Speak less and be careful to let people hear you."

Wu Shu paused.

"The first emperor had a bad relationship one after another. It is said that he made cakes for the late emperor one after another and used Zihe carts!"

"After the first emperor wanted to kill him a few times, he couldn't do it for some reason... Your Majesty doesn't know where it came from."

"Then stay here?!"

"In the past, there was a singing girl. Your Majesty was killed when she listened to the singing. She even made the bones into pipas and flutes and placed them on display... There is no one in the harem so far, so you should stop wishful thinking."

"Thank you sister!"

Wu Shu passed by in a hurry.

Yin Getan stood by Wei Dao and ordered his men to drag the new assassin's body down.

From the beginning, when Wei Dao arrived in the medicine refining room, the pharmacists were boiling medicine in front of the cauldron.

The pharmacist's robe is all white, standing in front of his own pot or bowl, taking a bottle and dangling it.

Wei Dao was watching, when suddenly a pharmacist walked behind Wei Dao holding a green bottle filled with green liquid and putting it on a tray.

"Dedicated to His Majesty!"

The white-robed pharmacist stretched out his hand, the plate was smooth and steady, and the bottle was passed over, his head was lowered, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

The tone of the voice is ups and downs, with a kind of high-spirited and excited emotion. The voice is loud, but it does not affect other people.

When Wei Dao heard it, his first reaction was that his ears hurt, and then when he looked at the other party, his eyes hurt, and his mind was buzzing, with an inexplicable urge to obey the other party's words.

He controlled it very well, but he didn't like this feeling. He adjusted his physical condition, and still wanted to ask: "Dedicated to me?"

"Yes!"

"what?"

"nice one!"

After grinning a few times, the alchemist found Wei Dao showing an expression of unbearable pain, and said to Wei Dao in a calm and seductive tone: "Please enjoy it, Your Majesty! This is the medicine of eternal life, and you can live forever if you eat it! Come, Your Majesty."

Wei Dao was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he smiled, reached out to take it, shook the medicine bottle, and glanced at the other party. Greed and excitement were undisguised in those slightly cloudy eyes.

Wei Dao raised his neck and took a sip, the alchemist's expression was still agitated.

Wei Dao didn't finish his drink, there was still more than half of it in the bottle, when he shook the bottle, the creases on the alchemist's face froze.

Of course Wei Dao didn't die just like that.

He smiled at the alchemist: "It looks like it's useless."

The alchemist's eyes gradually turned into shock.

Yin Getan frowned, and his eyes began to shift.

It seemed that everyone's attention had been forcibly taken away. Even though a king as big as Wei Dao was right in front of him, they turned a blind eye to it and could concentrate on their own affairs without knowing anything about the situation here.

A pharmacist is not only good at refining medicine.

With a smile on his face, Wei Dao stretched out his hand to grab it quickly, and the alchemist who was about to turn around and run away was pinned down.

Wei Dao raised his leg and kicked, and the alchemist was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

Before everyone came back to their senses, Wei Dao stomped twice.

When Wu Shulan came over, Yin Geqin had already taken the green potion bottle that Wei Dao handed him, and someone forcibly poured it into the pharmacist. The pharmacist vomited blood and stared at him to death.

Yin Getan was dragged away again by someone carrying the pharmacist, and there was a bloody dragging mark on the ground.

Wei Dao was looking at the corpse, and from the corner of his eyes, he noticed Wu Shulan coming over, smiled at him, and thought again: He looks very timid, wouldn't he be afraid to see the dead and have nightmares?

Therefore, Wei Dao's eyes fell on Wu Shulan, and he waved to him: "Come here."

Wu Shuyun had heard gossip about Wei Dao on the road before, but Wei Dao knew nothing about it.

Knowing too much is one of the causes of death.

Wu Shulan worried that Wei Dao knew what he had heard, and worried that Wei Dao was stabbed by the pharmacist and saw the blood dripping from the corpse. Although he also left an impression in his heart, he was afraid that he would fall behind.

Looking up at Wei Dao's expression, Wu Shulan walked a few steps forward along Wei Dao, acting weak, deceitful, helpless and frightened, as if his legs were weak, and walked in front of Wei Dao, It was enough for Wei Dao to notice the slight trembling that he was trying to hide.

Wei Dao saw it, and put his hand on his shoulder, the feeling that this person was shaking completely burned in his palm.

Wei Dao didn't exert much force on his hands, seeing Wu Shulan's languid and unrevealed panic, he was a little worried that if he pressed down a little bit harder, Wu Shulan would be able to kneel directly in front of him.

He doesn't really want to bend down to help people up, trouble.