I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

The huge inner hall was exceptionally quiet, only Yan Zhuo's heavy breathing could be heard.

His bloodshot eyes burst into ecstasy and rejoicing for a moment. He wanted to hug her fiercely, but he was afraid of hurting Rong Huai's body. The blood vessels on the back of his hands restrained himself with veins stretched out. , carefully embraced Rong Huai.

"Your Majesty..." Yan Zhuo buried his face in the crook of Rong Huai's neck, clasped his hands on Rong Huai's waist and trembled imperceptibly, if it was someone else, he would not believe that Yan Zhuo still had such a sensitive and fragile side.

Yan Zhuo was born different from others. His heart was born to be burned by flames all day long. The burning pain made him violent and cruel by nature. Only on the battlefield can he release this kind of emotion, so unlike normal people who have emotions and desires, he can only feel killing And the desire to conquer... He has never cared so much about a person, even more than himself.

He would rather be hacked into pieces than see Rong Huai lying in his arms silently and coldly.

"It's okay..." Rong Huai gently comforted Yan Zhuo with a weak voice: "Sorry for making you worry."

"Your Majesty was injured so badly because you rescued me, why do you have to apologize to me?" Yan Zhuo slowly raised his head from his neck, his voice was hoarse and low: "It's me who caused Your Majesty to bleed so much, it's me who deserves the crime." I deserve death, I deserve death to apologize..."

"Yan Zhuo," Rong Huai stared at his bloodshot eyes, and said softly, "You apologize with death, what about me? Leave me alone? Do you want to push me to beauties?"

Hearing Jiali's three thousand words touched the anger he had stored for many days, Yan Zhuo's anger began to rise again, he pressed his palm on the bed and broke off a corner of the sandalwood, he said in a deep voice: "No. "

Rong Huai pretended not to understand: "No, what?"

"It's not enough to have beauties," Yan Zhuo pressed his head with his big palm, pinning him into his chest muscles, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty is mine."

Rong Huai smiled and rubbed his cheek against his strong chest, his pale face was flushed, and said with a smile: "I belong to you, what about you?"

Yan Zhuo took it for granted, "Of course the subject belongs to His Majesty."

The system was amazed: "It's still the host, Niupi, who dragged a half-crazy person back from a precipice with just a few words."

"Then I want you to live well and stay with me," Rong Huai raised his hand, touching the side of Yan Zhuo's face with his fingertips, Yan Zhuo followed his will and lowered his head, Rong Huai raised his face to hold Yan Zhuo's warm lips, The tip of his tongue went in, and Yan Zhuo couldn't help but hold the tip of his tongue: "Your Majesty really..."

Come tease him before the injury heals.

Considering Rong Huai's injury, Yan Zhuo didn't make any big moves, and quietly kissed for a while, leaving a few marks on the side of Rong Huai's neck, Rong Huai couldn't breathe and coughed softly, Yan Zhuo felt distressed Blaming himself again, he patted his back with his big palm to help him calm down, and then carefully laid him flat on the bed again: "Your Majesty's injuries have not healed, and his body is weak, it's better to continue to rest."

"You also come with me," Rong Huai gently grabbed the corner of his clothes.

The last one who grabbed him like this was Yan Jiuli, and Yan Zhuo kicked the child who had been doting on him for more than ten years without looking up, but when Rong Huai made this movement, his heart softened into a piece of water, and he bent over Lie down on the bed and hugged Rong into his arms: "I will accompany Your Majesty."

Rong Huai gently closed his eyelids, and after touching about half a stick of incense, he felt his forehead hair being gently lifted, and Yan Zhuo lowered his head and kissed his forehead.

Feeling the warm touch on his forehead, he fell asleep unconsciously.

When Rong Huai woke up again, it was already the first day, and he was more energetic than yesterday. The atmosphere in the palace was quiet and peaceful. It was Yan Zhuo's face, as handsome as a knife's edge.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Yan Zhuo also woke up, and said hoarsely, "Your Majesty is awake?"

Rong Huai touched his chin with his lips: "I can't sleep anymore."

Yan Zhuo's gentle palm gently stroked the top of Rong Huai's hair. He wanted to remove the gauze to see Rong Huai's chest, but he was worried that it would be self-defeating, so he sat up from the bed and said, "I'll go to the imperial doctor to change your majesty's medicine." ."

Rong Huai nodded, clutching his chest and trying to sit up, seeing this, Yan Zhuo supported his shoulders, took another soft pillow from the side, and placed it behind his back.After doing all this, he asked the internal supervisor to summon the imperial doctor.

The entire imperial medical garden is permanently stationed in the side hall. Their lives are almost linked to Rong Huai, and they are closely related. If Rong Huai fails to make it through, Yan Zhuo will lose his mind at that time, and he will definitely be the first to take them to sacrifice. After waking up, they all wept with joy and rushed over without stopping.

"Your Majesty, do you still feel chest pain?" After a detailed examination, the imperial doctors asked Rong Huai after some discussion.

"Shang Ke," the gauze on Rong Huai's chest has been removed, and most of the wounds have healed, but the damaged meridians are still hurting.

"This is normal. This period of recovery will take at least two or three months. During this period of time, it is best for Your Majesty not to do any strenuous exercise, and you have to stop having sex," said the oldest imperial physician, "Although Now the superficial wound has healed, but if you don't pay attention, there is still the possibility of the wound bursting."

After talking about the precautions, the old imperial doctor came over tremblingly: "Next, I will change the medicine for Your Majesty."

Yan Zhuo blocked him, took the medicine bottle and gauze, and said, "Go back, I'll change the medicine."

Knowing that Rong Huai is recovering well now, Yan Zhuo heaved a sigh of relief, and after sending everyone away, he turned around and said, "Your Majesty, I will change your medicine."

Rong Huai gently closed his eyes, Yan Zhuo pulled away a corner of the quilt, his skin was as white as porcelain, and he could vaguely see slender and graceful lines sinking into the corner of the quilt, but a three-inch wound on his chest was glaringly red.The size of this wound was not large, but it pierced through the chest and back.

Although I don’t know how many times I’ve seen this wound, Yan Zhuo’s anger still rose fiercely, the heavy ink in his eyes was burned red, and his violent chest heaving revealed his emotions. Rong Huai gently held his palm and grabbed it. His attention: "I heard everything you said in my ear yesterday..."

Yan Zhuo paused: "Does Your Majesty trust the minister?"

"what?"

Yan Zhuo poured brown powder from the medicine and sprinkled it evenly on the wound, and the sweet and refreshing fragrance of the medicine spread out. He said in a deep voice, "Does your Majesty believe that I have not participated in the matter of Yan Jiuli before? Your Majesty... ...Is there really no jealous minister?"

"Of course I believe it," Rong Huai said softly, "Yan Jiuli deserves to be punished for his crime, won't you intercede for him?"

"He deserves to die, and I have no objection to how His Majesty treats him." Yan Zhuo carefully wrapped the gauze around Rong Huai, and tied a delicate knot at the end.

Rong Huai chuckled, "Is it because of loyalty to the emperor that General Yan killed his relatives righteously, or is he grateful to me for saving you? Or..."

"I..." Yan Zhuo opened his mouth, then paused. In fact, he still hasn't figured out what he was thinking. Ronghuai is more important to him than to himself. This kind of feeling really comes from Is it the service of the courtiers to His Majesty?

"Ahem," Rong Huai said, having not eaten or drank for a long time, his throat was hoarse, "please pour me some water first."

Yan Zhuo put aside his previous thoughts, walked to the outer hall, and returned to the inner hall with milk and tea after a while.

Rong Huai's arms couldn't maintain the lifting movement, Yan Zhuo supported his shoulders, and fed the teacup to his mouth, he lowered his head and sipped a cup of tea, only to feel that his dry throat soothed a lot, like a dry throat The meridian is soaked in the hot spring, and the whole body is warm.

Putting the empty teacup on the table, Yan Zhuo brought the milk soup to Rong Huai's lips with a spoon, Rong Huai lowered his head and took a sip. The throat falls into the stomach and is good for swallowing.

Unknowingly, a bowl of milk soup bottomed out.

"Do you want to use some fruit, Your Majesty?" Yan Zhuo asked.

Rong Huai didn't speak, just shook his head.

After just half an hour of eating, he felt physically exhausted, and the pain in his chest was obviously beyond his load. By the time Yan Zhuo sent the bowl out and returned to the hall, he had already removed the soft pillow and lay down again.

Yan Zhuo paused, Rong Huai fell into a deep sleep again, the soft hair was scattered on the pillow, and a few messy strands of hair brushed his cheeks, he stretched out his hand and brushed away these strands of hair, although at first he felt It's extremely absurd, but his heart seems to be pried open bit by bit, and his feelings for Rong Huai are so strong that it's unbelievable.

Although he still can't understand it exactly, but this is definitely not a word of loyalty, or a word of gratitude that can be summed up.

After lying on the bed for nearly a week, Rong Huai's health gradually improved, and he was able to come down and walk. When his health was a little better, he finally went to visit Qin Liangqi in the dungeon.

Qin Liangqi heard that His Majesty has come to his senses, looking forward to the stars and the moon all day long, he has never been so looking forward to seeing Rong Huai, just waiting for Rong Huai to come to pick him up, waiting for a week, it can be regarded as looking forward to someone.

Before Rong Huai set foot in the dungeon, Yan Zhuo ordered people to clean up the ground, including some unsightly bloody blood clots were covered by curtains, but the strong smell of blood still lingered in the dungeon.

Rong Huai didn't seem to smell the pungent smell, Yan Zhuo wrapped his arms around his waist, and helped him from the steps to the ground.Yan Jiuli was stunned by the stimulation and still didn't respond, sitting in the same place in a daze, Qin Liangqi dragged his limp legs and threw himself on the iron railing, emotionally surprised and excited: "Your Majesty, you are finally here, let me out quickly, Your Majesty— —"

At this time, Qin Liangqi was unkempt, completely unable to see the elegant and handsome appearance before, his head was covered with lice and fleas, and his body smelled of rancidity and blood, Rong Huai almost didn't recognize him: "Qin Liangqi?"

"It's me, Your Majesty!" Qin Liangqi burst into tears, which he had held back for a long time. In just one week, he opened his eyes every day to face the scene of purgatory. leftovers.

Living in great fear all day long, people who live in just a few days are neither human nor ghost, he looked at Rong Huai as if he was looking at the last straw: "Your Majesty, I know I was wrong, and I will serve you wholeheartedly from now on... ...Your Majesty, Your Majesty let me out!" He has not given up the hope of struggling, because he still has King Nie as his hole card, as long as he persists, he can wait until King Nie returns to Beijing, and then he still has a chance to stand up .

Rong Huai noticed Yan Jiuli with a dull expression in the corner, and asked curiously, "What's wrong with him?"

The jailer took a cautious look at Yan Zhu, and said, "Return to Your Majesty, he seems to have been frightened and foolish, and he has been squatting in the corner like this for a week."

Yan Zhuo's expression was calm, and he didn't feel any distress at all for this child who had been doting on him for more than ten years. Rong Huai took two steps closer, looked carefully at Yan Jiuli, and smiled meaningfully: "Since you are stupid, then Just stay stupid forever."

Yan Jiuli didn't seem to hear what he was saying, but still lowered his head and squatted there in a daze.

Qin Liangqi was still slapping the iron rod to ask Rong Huai to let him out, while admitting his mistake, he asked Rong Huai to give him another chance.

"Gu once gave you a chance," Rong Huai looked down at him, and said softly, "You pretended to be lame before, but Gu didn't expose you, but by posting the imperial list, I wanted you to take the initiative to tell Gu the truth. "

Like five thunderbolts, Qin Liangqi froze with tears and snot all over his face.

Rong Huai already knew that he was pretending to be lame!He even broke his own leg abruptly in order to conceal this incident—Qin Liangqi, who learned the truth, almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Forgive you so many times, I'm already tired," Rong Huai said softly, Yan Zhuo saw Rong Huai speaking softly to Qin Liangqi, he felt a nameless anger rushing up, he pressed Rong Huai into his arms, Let him bury his face in his chest, and don't want him to continue to face Qin Liangqi.

A flash of emotion flashed across Yan Jiuli's eyes.

Qin Liangqi was stunned again.

This action was really ambiguous, at first he thought he was thinking too much, until he saw the red mark on the side of Rong Huai's neck——

He originally thought that the two people who were facing each other... Could it be that they have a physical relationship! ?

No wonder Yan Zhuo doesn't care about Yan Jiuli at all, it turns out that he still has such a relationship with His Majesty! ?

"We'll deal with them after all the rebellious parties are caught." Rong Huai stopped looking at Qin Liangqi, and gently tugged at Yan Zhuo's cuff: "Let's get out of here."

Before Qin Liangqi recovered from the great shock, Rong Huai had already walked up the stairs and left the dungeon.

After resting for three days, Rong Huai resumed his morning court. Today he was sitting on the dragon chair and listening to the courtiers chattering. Suddenly a guard strode into the hall and knelt down and said: "Report to Your Majesty ——"

"King Nie has returned to Beijing with an army of 30, and is seeking to see His Majesty outside the palace."