I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

Yan Zhuo returned to the mansion distraught, Yan Jiuli hadn't fallen asleep yet, seeing him return safely, a trace of relaxation and conflict flashed in his eyes.

Yan Jiuli's legs were broken, and he was about to hate the tyrant to death. Of course, he hoped that Yan Zhuo would help him vent his anger, but according to Qin Liangqi, the tyrant had already been poisoned to death, so there was nothing to worry about. If Yan Zhuo really killed the tyrant on the spur of the moment, it would be It will cause the whole government to commit the crime of killing the king, but the gain outweighs the loss.

That's why he was conflicted. When he saw Yan Zhuo striding across the threshold, he concealed his complicated emotions and raised a smile to greet him: "Father, you are back. Will the tyrant make things difficult for you?"

Yan Zhuo was absent-minded: "You have been waiting here? Why haven't you rested yet?"

"I won't see my father come back, and I won't be able to sleep at all," the words revealed his concern for Yan Zhuo, and when he came up to him in the wheelchair, he noticed the blood still dripping from Yan Zhuo's tiger's mouth, and shook slightly. Dazed: "Father, your palm...was scratched?"

His expression was genuine astonishment.

After all, no one knows better than him that Yan Zhuo is a god of war who was born and died on the battlefield, and the idlers can't get close to him, let alone leave a long bloody mouth.

His expression showed sincere concern, and he immediately turned his head and told the servants beside him: "Go and invite the doctor."

"No need," Yan Zhuo didn't take such small injuries seriously, he urged Yan Jiuli: "It's getting late, you should go to rest quickly, the imperial examination will be in a few days."

After speaking, he strode towards the wing room.

Yan Jiuli looked at his back in place.In the past, the relationship between father and son was pretty good. Yan Zhuo often patted him on the head and shoulders to show encouragement, but recently Yan Zhuo was often absent-minded, and his attention was much less on him. I thought about it, but thought that I would take the palace examination in a few days, so I didn't have the time to delve into it.

Kicking open the door of the wing room, Yan Zhuo pulled out the painting scroll from under the pillow with a gloomy face, and wanted to throw it directly into the stove.

That Hunjun is really hateful, he just teased him, but disturbed him.

This scroll should have been burned long ago.

He let go of his hand, and the scrolls scattered and fell into the stove. The face on it was lifelike. Seeing that the fire snake was about to lick onto the scroll, Yan Zhuo stared at the stove, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pick up the scroll.

He stared at the two people cuddling together on the picture scroll, but the scene just now appeared in his mind. He obviously didn't deliberately look at it, but those scenes seemed to be firmly welded in his mind like brand marks——

He strangled Rong Huai's neck, Rong Huai's slender body pressed against him tightly, the obscene clothes slid down his arms, half of his body was naked with graceful and flexible lines, and the skin on his chest was as white as jade with a soft halo in the candlelight .

Involuntarily, Yan Zhuo's breathing became hot and heavy.

He stared at the painting scroll in his hand, and there was a fire burning in his eyes. Scenes flashed through his mind quickly, but he didn't hold the knife against Rong Huai's neck, but another knife on his body, Rong Huai The slender and flexible body trembled slightly under his control...

finally--

Yan Zhuo let go of his hand and breathed a sigh of relief. The blood from the tiger's mouth, which was already bloody, was overused, and the blood from the wound suddenly burst.

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Go to court the next day.

In the court hall, Rong Huai noticed Yan Zhuo's palms wrapped in muslin and left him behind after retreating.

"General Yan stay here," the internal warden said sharply, "Your Majesty has asked the general to enter the study."

Yesterday the tyrant tried to shoot Yan Zhuo, but accidentally injured Yan Jiuli. It was rumored in the civil and military circles of the court. The tyrant wanted to kill Yan Zhuo. The conflict between the two is well known. The courtiers in the hall unanimously expressed sympathy for Yan Zhuo gaze.

In their eyes, a tyrant's generous invitations are equivalent to a grand feast.

Yan Zhuo paused, but he didn't notice the sympathy of his colleagues at all. His mind was full of red and white. Have that kind of thought about that stupid king.

It's ridiculous.

Yan Zhuo followed behind the inner eunuch with a sullen face, and came to the gate of Ganlu Palace. The inner eunuch said at the door: "Your Majesty, General Yan has arrived."

"Please come in."

Rong Huai was leaning on the soft couch, two palace maids were fanning him beside him, and four maids were beating his shoulders and legs for him, he watched Yan Zhuo who was striding in, "Show General Yan a seat." .”

The clever maid immediately brought an embroidered stool.

Yan Zhuo was gloomy, his complexion was extremely bad, and there was a trace of hostility: "What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

"General Yan's hand is injured, I just want to take a look for him." Rong Huai sat on the soft couch and stretched out his hand towards him.

The palm in front of him was white and slender, the palm was as soft as warm jade, and Yan Zhuo put his hand on it by accident.

His hands were about to touch, and Yan Zhuo suddenly realized what he had done subconsciously. Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Rong Huai grabbed his wrist first. The moment his fingers met, Yan Zhuo's heart skipped a beat .

When he was in a daze, Rong Huai had already unwrapped the fine cloth he had wrapped indiscriminately with ease.

The three-inch bloody mouth of the tiger's mouth has not yet healed at this time, because of excessive use, the wound has even deepened, and the overflowing blood seeped into the fine cloth.

"That's enough," Yan Zhuo was about to withdraw his hand, this man clearly got rid of him soon, and always wanted to tease him with this ambiguous attitude.

Rong Huai's gaze still stayed on his wound, his fingers clasped his wrist tightly and did not let go, the curvature of the corner of his mouth also faded a lot and said: "Gu said, don't move."

Yan Zhuo subconsciously stopped struggling, his face became more gloomy and ugly, and he stared at Rong Huai with tingling eyes.

The maidservants at the side performed their duties quietly, not even daring to lift their heads.

Rong Huai: "Bring me the medicine box."

The palace maid who was playing the fan gently put down the fan in her hand, took out the spare medicine box from Ganlu Hall, and put it in his hand, Rong Huai lifted Yan Zhuo's sleeves, dipped a medicated cloth into clean water to wipe off the blood on the edge of the wound Wipe clean.

There were medicine bottles scattered in the medicine box, Rong Huai took out one, uncorked the bottle, poured out the crystal clear ointment and spread it evenly on the wound.

The ointment exudes a strong and refreshing medicinal fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed when they smell it in the nose. The wound is covered by the ointment and no blood oozes out.

"Does it hurt?" Rong Huai asked.

Yan Zhuo said: "I don't feel anything."

In fact, there are still, but it is not pain, but an indescribable itching. When he saw Rong Huai evenly applying plaster on his wound, his heart seemed to be scratched by many furry paws .

Rong Huai picked up the white silk gauze and wrapped it around the wound, and finally tied a delicate and beautiful knot.

Yan Zhuo stared at his movements, his eyes revealed a touch of depression, his hand had held a knife before, but now Rong Huai treated him so meticulously, it was equivalent to indirect...

"What are you thinking?" Rong Huai noticed his eyes.

"Missing you..." Yan Zhuo suddenly woke up, his expression changed, and he continued to speak: "It is naive to miss you, do you think I will easily hold your way? Your Majesty is still deliberately hypocritical, thinking that I will Will you forget about Jiuli's injury?"

"I'm bandaging you alone, I just care about you." As soon as Rong Huai let go of his hand, Yan Zhuo took it back, and he said: "Besides... your child, is it important to be lonely?"

The cool and delicate fingertips ran across the rough back of Yan Zhuo's hand, Yan Zhuo's heart beat, and a numbness rushed up from the tailbone.

An uncontrollable dryness rose up in Yan Zhuo's throat, Rong Huai propped up his body, and his beautiful face got closer and closer: "Is this question so difficult to answer?"

"Why didn't General Yan answer Gu?"

Yan Zhuo's mind was in a daze. Of course, his relationship with Yan Jiuli was much closer than his relationship with Rong Huai, but when Rong Huai asked him this sentence, the answer that popped up in his mind was the face of this stupid king.

Incredible.

"If Your Majesty has nothing else to do, Rong Chen will leave first." Yan Zhuo stood up with a flick of his sleeves, he really wanted to find a place to sort out his complicated thoughts.

Rong Huai looked at his back and sighed in his mind: "I really can't stand being teased."

The system muttered in a low voice: "It's unlucky for Yan Jiuli to have such a jealous stepmother as the host."

"What did you say?" Rong Huai narrowed his eyes.

"There is no host," the system covered its mouth: "I didn't say anything just now!"

Yan Zhuo left the Ganlu Palace, and the little eunuch led the way. The two of them walked on the small path leading to the outer gate. The rockery and flowing water lead to a secluded winding path. Every step a tree is full of branches and flowers are in full bloom. When the breeze blows, there will be colorful blooms. The servants in the palace bowed to him one after another.

Right here, there is a figure not far away. This person is sitting on a bamboo chair, looking at the route, and he is also going to the Temple of Manna. There is a touch of elegance and elegance.

Yan Zhuo never forgot, and remembered that he was the young man who went to the school with Rong Huai, so he asked the little eunuch: "Who is he? Why can he enter and leave the Ganlu Hall freely?"

"That's Mr. Qin," the little eunuch said softly, "I grew up with Your Majesty since I was a child, and we have a very close relationship, which is unusual... It is said that His Majesty originally intended to accept him as a concubine, and His Majesty treated him sincerely."

Yan Zhuo strode like the wind, and sneered disapprovingly: "Your Majesty's actions are ridiculous, and you have had a relationship with King Ru, wouldn't it be ridiculous to talk about sincerity?"

"No," the little eunuch couldn't hide his mouth, and said, "The general doesn't know something. We have spread it all over the harem. The person on His Majesty's heart is Mr. Qin. There are somewhat similar substitutes..."

Yan Zhuo paused in his footsteps. He used to fight abroad and never cared about the rumors of the faint king. This was the first time he knew about it.

I can't tell what kind of mood it is, but my heart sank again.

If the person whom the emperor is obsessed with is Mr. Qin, it means that he is just teasing him, and the real purpose may be to let him relax his vigilance and wait for an opportunity to get rid of his great achievements.

The scene of Rong Huai pointing at him with a bow and arrow is vivid in my mind, Yan Zhuo's expression is gloomy, that stupid king... wants to kill him.

"... General, General?" Seeing Yan Zhuo's stern expression, as if he might explode at any moment, the little eunuch trembled in fright.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhuo walked to a pond and took a look at the calm water.

Seeing someone coming, the colorful koi in the water shook its head and tail, and the water surface rippled round and round. Yan Zhuo had never looked at his face so carefully before.

His brows and eyes are as stern as a knife, completely different from the gentle and handsome Mr. Qin just now, there is no resemblance at all.

I'm afraid it will be a replacement,