Put on the purple robe for you

He will become extraordinarily riotous at times, and he hates him far more than anyone else in this world.

Because Luoyang always understood herself so well, as if she had been in her heart from the very beginning, watching what decisions she made, she knew what she was thinking so well, it was a little weird.

"Where's Luoyang?!" Jun Wuxun looked at the black-clothed guard fiercely.

"Master Luo is not in good health, he is recuperating in the mansion"

Just when Jun Wuxun was about to say something, he heard Fu Kui yelling: "Stop covering up! You witch! A witch who brought disaster to the country and the people! How dare you kill the emperor! You will die!"

Fu Kui cursed and cursed, one couldn't hold back, and even spit out a mouthful of blood, he looked at Jun Wuxun with cloudy eyes: "I know why you let the old man out, it's because Si'er won't marry you, right? ? You want to use this old man to threaten Si'er into submission, right? Let me tell you! Impossible! It is absolutely impossible for this old man to marry Si'er to you!"

Jun Wuxun was already agitated by Luoyang, but now she was even more irritable. She threw up her sleeves and left: "It's not up to you to decide whether Fu Si will marry me or not!"

Jun Wuxun ignored Fu Kui who was yelling at him behind his back, and then went straight out of the palace: "Come on, prepare a horse for me!"

Except for Luoyang, no one dared to stop Jun Wuxun from doing anything, so she rode out of the palace directly, but the golden dragon robe was too obvious, so she changed into a black brocade, and then faced Luoyang go to the mansion

Who would have thought that Jun Wuxun, who is marked by the red clothes, would abandon the red clothes? Who would have thought that the arrogant Jun Wuxun would go out of the palace to find Luoyang, and who would know why Jun Wuxun came here?

Condolences, or questioning?

no one dared to think of condolences

Including Luoyang, he never dared to think of it as condolences, after all, he knew her too well.

His body seemed to be about to collapse, but he was thrown by Jun Wuxun, and he couldn't get up. With the support of the maid, Luo Yang sat up, leaned on the bed and coughed in pain, and the maid brought over water: "Master, drink some water Bar"

The maid wanted to take off the mask on Luo Yang's face, but was stopped by Luo Yang. His voice was abnormally like the sound of sharpening a knife. I don't know if it was because of his serious injury.

"No need to scare you"

The maid seemed to be a little blushing, and said with a blushing face: "It's okay young master, in the hearts of slaves, young master is not ugly at all!"

It is obvious that Luoyang treats these servants very well, otherwise there would be no maid who knew that Luoyang was disfigured, and would still like them. Indeed, Luoyang was gentle and polite to his servants, even gentle. strangeness

"Hehe...cough cough" Luo Yang laughed twice, but his heart was touched again, a burst of pain made him cough twice, and he said forcedly: "Okay, you go out first, I'll take a rest"

The maid bit her lip, seeing Luo Yang's refusal, she could only stomp her feet, and then left

It's just that as soon as the maid opened the door, she saw Jun Wuxun standing at the door with a gloomy face. As soon as I thought about it, I knew who it was, and my face changed drastically, and I hurriedly knelt down: "Your Majesty sees Your Majesty, Long live Your Majesty, Long live, Long live!"

Jun Wuxun didn't pay any attention to this maid at all. When she thought of the scene she saw just now, she couldn't help but feel that this maid was a bit dazzling. She bravely expressed her heart for love. How similar she was to herself back then, but Jun Wuxun didn't I feel very dazzling!

Hearing the maidservant's voice, Luoyang realized that Jun Wuxun had come. No one knew what his face was like under the mask, but his eyes were full of disbelief. He struggled to get out of bed to salute, but he heard Jun Wuxun Cold irony: "Will Master Luo respect me? If that's the case, then why don't I know so many things?"

Luo Yang's movements slowed down, he was no longer in a hurry to salute, he bowed his hands to Jun Wuxun on the bed: "Luo Yang has met His Majesty"

Jun Wuxun walked in, walked in front of Luoyang, saw that he was seriously injured on the bed, and couldn't help frowning: "Who are you showing your half-dead look?"

"Didn't your Majesty see Luoyang's appearance?" Luoyang's voice seemed to be a little smiling, so it was particularly harsh in Jun Wuxun's ears. She thought of his gentleness towards others and how he treated himself Ridiculously, I felt extremely angry, and raised my palm all of a sudden.

Luo Yang seemed to know that he would be beaten next, so he simply closed his eyes

Jun Wuxun originally wanted to wave his hand, but it stopped in front of Luoyang. She didn't understand why Luoyang targeted her, and she also didn't understand why she showed mercy to him again and again. She didn't even understand why she would I came here impulsively

Jun Wuxun's eyes became gloomy, but he slowly regained his composure. He saw her palm covering Luoyang's mask, and she spoke with Su Mei's voice.

"Luoyang... I don't know what you will look like under this mask..."

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"Luoyang... I don't know what you will look like under this mask..."

The tone was gentle and charming, with a hint of a smile, but a slight sarcasm, as if expecting the person in front of him to show panic. Anyway, Jun Wuxun didn't want to see Luoyang's expression like an ancient well without waves

What made Jun Wuxun angry was that when Luo Yang heard her words, he just opened his eyes, and then looked at Jun Wuxun. After a while, he said softly: "If your majesty wants to see it, just open it, but I don’t want His Majesty to see the ugly side of Luoyang.”

"Do you think you are beautiful? You have always been ugly, whether it is your person or your face, I really want to see how the maid who likes you will panic after seeing your face..."

Jun Wuxun's hand covering the mask moved, his fingers gently clasped the edge of the mask, and his fingertips touched Luoyang's face. The cool touch was not smooth, like a knife wound, like a burn left scar.

After Luoyang heard Jun Wuxun's words, he laughed in a low voice, the voice was as ugly as a ghost tearing apart in the middle of the night, "Hehe...your majesty...why do you care that others like Luoyang...Although Luoyang is ugly, it can be regarded as success , why can't someone like it?"

"So Luoyang, are you saying that I'm not normal?" Jun Wuxun squeezed the mask hard, and approached Luoyang, Jun Wuxun squinted his eyes and looked at Luoyang's smiling eyes...

"Your Majesty, Luoyang doesn't mean that." Luoyang lowered his eyes and refused to look at Jun Wuxun, and said, "Please open your hands, Luoyang feels a little depressed."

After finishing speaking, Luoyang coughed twice, and because of this cough, he turned his face away, Jun Wuxun didn't really take off the mask in the end, she let go, stood up straight, and watched Luoyang coughing in pain , frowned, and said in a cold voice: "What do imperial doctors do when you are so sick?!"

"I was originally a doctor myself." Luo Yangshun breathed a sigh of relief, leaned on the bed, and said, "My body, even if it is my master, can't change anything, it's expected."

Speaking of this, Luo Yang looked at Jun Wuxun, his eyes made Jun Wuxun feel a little dazed, as if he would become scattered and walk into death in the next moment, Luo Yang looked deeply at Jun Wuxun, and slowly realized He laughed: "Your Majesty can only live for ten years, and Luoyang, I don't know if he can survive next year..."

"What do you mean?" Jun Wuxun frowned, and asked coldly, "You mean I shouldn't treat you like this?"

"Luoyang doesn't mean that." Luoyang's voice was a little weak. He didn't know if it was because he said too much. He lowered his eyes and said, "I'm just afraid that I will die too soon..."

Jun Wuxun suddenly felt that these words were too heavy, so heavy that her heart felt a little oppressed, and the healed wound seemed to be aching. Jun Wuxun looked at Luoyang who had been by his side since he woke up, and finally moved a little irritably. looked away

"You take a good rest, you can't die so fast"

Luo Yang didn't seem to want to continue talking about his body, he asked: "Your Majesty is here today, what's the reason?"

Originally, I wanted to ask Luoyang Xingshi for a crime, but at this moment, seeing Luoyang like this, she didn't care about it, but because of her change of mentality, she was very irritable, and couldn't help but waved her hand: "It's okay, Zhen Just have nothing to do"

There are several stacks of memorials in the imperial study room. Fu Si, who insists on letting Fu Kui go, and Fu Kui, who strongly opposes it. These things are not big or small, but they will be extremely irritable. Jun Wuxun's character was originally Indifferent and calm, now irritable

Impulsively, he ran to Luoyang to settle the score, but seeing him like this made him even more irritable. Jun Wuxun lost all intention of staying and couldn't tolerate Luoyang talking, so he went back to the palace

Luo Yang saw Jun Wuxun running out like this, his eyes became complicated, he sighed softly, lay down, and coughed a few times from time to time

"Your physical condition is unexpectedly poor..."

The misty voice of the national teacher suddenly sounded in the room, Luoyang did not open his eyes, the national teacher stood beside Luoyang, took his hand to feel his pulse, and said: "You are also bold and reckless, how dare you let your weak body suffer His Majesty's torture"

"Torture me, it's better than Your Majesty killing people." Luo Yang opened his eyes, he couldn't see the face under the brim of the national teacher's hat, he just thought it was a cloud of fog, but he was used to the state teacher's appearance, so he just looked at it With a glance, he shifted his gaze and said, "Master, how long can I last with this body?"

"Don't worry, I won't let you die." The national teacher put down Luoyang's hand, and then took it from his sleeve.