Qu clear as promised

Sui Yin heard the imperial edict and left immediately.

Even if he has cultivated to the point where he has become an important minister of the king of the humerus of the country, Sui Yin couldn't help but blush the moment he saw Zhu Zhiyi.

Back then, the Council of Disciplines was set up in the face of danger. There were six ministries under the cover of the prime minister, and it was difficult to move forward. Zhu Zhiyi endured a lot of pressure and insisted on holding on. Together, they experienced changes in the government and the opposition, national disasters and wars. It can be said that there is no I wish Zhiyi would not have the peace and prosperity of today.

The young heroes of the past have become powerful ministers of the present. Zhu Zhiyi is their Bole, their benchmark, and their comrade-in-arms. The moment Sui Yin sees his bony and pale appearance, The bottom of my heart is sore and painful.

What kind of torment did such a man of peerless elegance, vigor and tenacity suffer to become so haggard, fragile and exhausted? to the homeland.

However, Zhu Zhiyi was very relieved. The Hanlin scholar who used to have red eyes because of his lack of talent has now become a calm, stable, high-ranking official of the emperor. He smiled and teased him: "What's the expression? Didn't I come back? Are you here now?" He is also an important minister in front of the imperial court who has turned clouds and rain, and is so emotional, but can he restrain those low officials?"

Sui Yin smiled, and talked with Zhu Zhiyi about the court turmoil in these years, the Taifu's reversal of the verdict, the reopening of Zhu's family, and Liang Hui's southern and northern expeditions.

The person in front of him was so thin, but he felt relieved for no reason.

Back then when he risked his life against the emperor outside the Chengguan, Liang Hui didn't bother with him. When he calmed down, he also understood that Liang Hui's decision at that time was the best and only choice. A decisive person can be an emperor.

But he always believes that it is not Liang Hui who can bring a sense of security to the court and even Liang, but Zhu Zhiyi who is upright, upright and indomitable.

Liang Hui is a sharp sword, sharp, brave, and ambitious. He leads them to sweep the battlefield and pacify Kyushu;

Liang Hui didn't let people wait too long.

The doctors from the Tai Hospital came, and Zhu Zhiyi's injuries all over his body were Liang Hui's serious problems. He opened his mouth: "My lords, feel free to be bold and do your best, and I will accept any results."

Zhu Zhiyi was very optimistic, but Liang Hui became cautious and cautious, holding him every step of the way when the needle was applied.

The Gu poison penetrated deep into the tendons and blood marrow, and the thousands of steel needles quenched the strong medicinal materials and embedded them in the flesh to pierce the nerves. Zhu Zhiyi was sweating profusely from the pain, with bulging veins on his forehead and black eyelashes, but he endured the pain. Without saying a word, his lower lip was bitten bloody.

Liang Hui's heart was twisted like a knife, and his gods went down to earth to be robbed, tragic and heroic. It was these pains and tears that brought Liang's peace and prosperity, and the world's clarity depended on him alone.

He even trembled more than Zhu Zhiyi, frowned and hugged him tightly to comfort his back, kissed the fine sweat off his temples, and coaxed him softly: "Open your mouth, be good, don't bite your lips. "

"You bit me."

Liang Hui stretched his hand between the opponent's lips, and when the needle fell again, Zhu Zhiyi, who was not so awake, clenched his teeth fiercely, and the heartache struck violently, spreading to the internal organs, and the canine teeth pierced into Liang Hui's skin. Blood trickled down.

The doctors who performed the acupuncture were all shocked.

Liang Hui didn't seem to feel any pain, and curled his lips to coax Zhiyi: "It's okay, you bite, I don't hurt, okay?"

There was a calm paranoia in the gentle eyes, Liang Hui pressed the deep teeth marks, he liked it.

As if this is how he shared Zhu Zhiyi's pain, this tooth mark is a seal bestowed on him by Zhu Zhiyi, it penetrates deep into the skin and bones, and turns into a shallow scar, which will be carried for life and will never be erased.

After two rounds of acupuncture treatment, Zhu Zhiyi was exhausted. Liang Hui kissed his sweat-moistened brows, eyes, nose bridge, cheeks and cheeks, and comforted him with extreme intimacy. It hurts so much.

The court judge had to tell the truth: "Your Majesty, the queen's poison can be cleared out, but the Gu has not been solved yet. The poisonous nature of this Gu medicine is so evil that no one who does not control the Gu can't cure it. I can only do what I can to get rid of the poison." The evil nature of this Gu will gradually be revealed..."

This was just the beginning, and the old doctor couldn't bear it, "It's so miserable, it's beyond human's tolerance."

Different from ordinary healing, this Gu extremely tests people's patience, mentality and will, and many people just give up their thoughts because they can't bear it.

"I hope that the emperor will comfort the queen, stay with her, and strengthen her will."

Liang Hui heard it heavily, and gave a low "um", and the old doctor said rightly: "The Queen's injury hurts the root..."

Liang Hui looked over indifferently with deep eyes, the old doctor was stiff, knowing that he had slipped his words, Liang Huizai carefully wrapped Zhu Zhiyi in a quilt, and followed him out of the wing.

The old doctor was saying: "I just asked His Majesty to make preparations..."

Liang Hui interrupted him: "Don't mention it before the king."

No matter what Zhu Zhiyi's health will be like in the future, he will hold and pamper Zhu Zhiyi preciously, so as not to cause him any pain.

The old doctor was taken aback for a moment, and responded in a nonchalant manner.

Across the door, the eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled slightly, and the autumn wind rolled through the bead curtain like a light sigh.

The doctor is not alarmist, Zhu Zhiyi's body detoxifies and stores Gu like a cramp and bone, a tree without roots, even a teacup can crush his slender and weak arm.

The bowl of medicinal soup was crumbling between his fingers and was about to fall. Liang Hui quickly snatched it away. The steaming hot soup filled his hands in an instant. He frowned and endured silently.

Zhu Zhiyi woke up like a dream, grabbed his hand and washed it with cold tea, and hurriedly called the imperial doctor.

Liang Hui looked at his anxious expression, and suddenly felt the scorching heat in his hand dissipate.

Zhu Zhiyi nervously asked, "Does it hurt?"

If Liang Hui didn't pick up the bowl of medicinal soup, he would be the one who got his hands full.

Liang Hui observed him calmly for a while, lowered his eyes, and said softly, "It hurts, Qinggui."

Zhu Zhiyi's heart also ached, and when the doctor came to apply the medicine, he let him hug her, stretched out his hand to hug Liang Hui, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his fingertips.

Liang Hui nestled sweetly on the neck of his sweetheart, rubbing his head for a while, not noticing the sadness and sadness that flitted across Zhu Zhiyi's eyes, and repeated the same trick: "Did the Qing rule forget that when it hurts, you should -"

Zhu Zhiyi glanced at the gray-haired old doctor and interrupted him: "I haven't forgotten."

Liang Hui looked at him bluntly and nakedly.

Zhu Zhiyi felt sorry for him, and didn't kiss him in front of everyone, but only caressed his cheek comfortingly, his fingers trembling a little, and his eyes were filled with deep pity, he didn't want Liang Hui to suffer any harm.

Liang Hui's heart was swept away like a feather, itchy and dissatisfied.

He really complied with the phrase "from now on, the king will not go to court early", and sometimes he would come back early when Zhu Zhiyi drove him to the imperial study.

"Qinggui is in a daze again?"

Zhu Zhiyi came back to her senses, and put the copybook she tried to copy in the afternoon under the real copybook without any trace: "Why does the emperor leave early every day?"

Liang Hui took off his imperial robe and warmed his hands on the stove before coming to hug him. Carefully and cherishingly, he rubbed the tip of his nose against the base of his ear: "Clear rules are by the side, and my heart is like an arrow."

Zhu Zhiyi's ears turned pink, Liang Hui's voice, Liang Hui's breath, Liang Hui's pampering always easily made him tempted, sinking and nostalgic, Zhu Zhiyi had a gentle smile in his eyes and was not noticed by the other party Feeling regret and reluctance, he suppressed the sourness in his heart, and said: "The emperor is lazy, don't use the minister as a cover——"

"It's definitely not a pretense." Liang Hui interrupted, with a serious expression, and hugged him even tighter.

Zhu Zhiyi closed her eyes, gave up struggling and let herself drown in his arms for a moment.

Liang Hui's eyes were deep, and there was a little paranoia in his calmness, and he said quietly: "It's really like holding you in my arms, sticking to my heart, and being with you all the time, looking at you and me Only then can I feel more at ease."

"Can you understand?"

"..." Zhu Zhiyi couldn't stand it any longer, she turned her eyes away from his deep gaze, touched the tip of her nose, and said in a relaxed manner, "Tsk, it sounds scary."