Excuse me, I'm a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

"You might as well go back and think about it carefully, did you kill the person, or did you kill it because of the strictness?" Li Rufeng looked at her whose expression had changed, and couldn't help noticing that she was equally pitiful for the first time.

"What do you mean, you mean, yes, did Yan Jiuqin ask me to kill Li Cong on purpose?" Zhao Yang didn't dare to ponder what Li Rufeng said, his expression pale.

"I never said that," Li Rufeng replied, and said, "You are allowed to move out of Yan's house within five days, and I will only assume that you have signed this agreement."

"Li Rufeng, why did you do this? What is your reason?...Let me go, let me see Yan Jiuqin..."

Zhaoyang's voice gradually faded away from his ears, Li Rufeng originally thought that it would be very satisfying to finish this matter.Unexpectedly, there was no such thing, but the face of that person emerged. If he was allowed to make a choice, Yan Jiuqin would never be able to make peace with Zhaoyang in his life.

Now, he finally has no family, will he obey himself?Will you hate yourself?

Will he ignore himself because of his self-righteous assertion, and will he be able to make good friends with himself wholeheartedly without distractions and restraints?

Thinking about it, I was panicked and worried. I don't know what kind of mood is worrying about gains and losses.Can't help but get up in a hurry to drive to the next palace.

"Did the prime minister wake up?" Li Rufeng asked the palace man before he entered the bedroom, the palace man lifted the curtain for him, followed his busy steps and said behind him, "Return to your majesty, the prime minister has not woken up."

When Li Rufeng returned to the bed just now, he saw that the person on the bed had flushed cheeks from the burns, his eyes were closed tightly as if he was holding back the pain, and he couldn't help but angrily scolded the palace servants, "How do you take care of the prime minister?"

All the palace people hurriedly knelt down, and Futai asked the kneeling palace people, "Has the imperial doctor been here?"

The people below said tremblingly. "The imperial doctor came here just now and said that it is normal to have a fever at night, which is... normal."

"What's the use of asking you bastards?" The emperor was furious, and the people kneeling on the ground dared not make a sound. Futai let the group of people back down carefully, and said, "Your Majesty is happy and angry, and Yan Xiang's body is already hot." It's a long-term illness, presumably because I haven't taken any medicine yet."

Seeing that Emperor Zhide frowned and said nothing, he quickly sent someone down to bring up the medicine. Seeing that the maid wanted to feed the person on the couch, Zhide couldn't help saying, "Give it to me." Futai quickly took it and handed it over to Zhide In his hand, "Your Majesty, be careful of burning."

"Let's all go down," Li Rufeng felt annoyed suddenly, the faces of the people on the couch were burning red, and he couldn't help dismissing the palace servants.Seeing his complexion, Futai ordered everyone to retreat together with himself.

Li Rufeng picked up a spoonful, tasted it, couldn't help feeling that it was a little sweeter than before, so he helped the person on the couch with one hand, pressed the spoonful of medicine to his lips, pried his teeth slightly, and fed the soup.

Seeing brown soup flowing down the corner of his mouth and down his neck, Li Rufeng wiped it off with his sleeve in a panic, and wiped off most of it, only then remembered to find a handkerchief and wipe it carefully.

Seeing that the decoction had wet Yan Jiuqin's skirt, he couldn't help unbuttoning the button on the right lapel for him, and flipped the skirt open. How could he see that his clothes were thin, revealing his pale complexion.

Li Rufeng avoided his gaze, covered his neck at the hem of his clothes, used the brocade blanket to absorb the moisture on his clothes, and then went to feed him medicine.

When the second spoon came, he put it into his mouth, but saw that he slightly opened his lips, as if he had swallowed it, and a lot of soup was still flowing down his neck. His eyes seemed to be slightly open, and he didn't know where he was looking, but he just lowered his eyes, as if he was awake.

Li Rufeng couldn't help calling out: "Is Jiuqin awake?"

The people on the couch were silent, Li Rufeng helped him up, he hung his head in the crook of Li Rufeng's arms weakly, Li Rufeng put the medicine into his lips again, he opened his mouth with a little difficulty, Li Rufeng knew he was awake, couldn't help but Feed the medicine properly.

The voice was as slow as saying: "Do you know my worries, but you haven't entered the court for several days."

The person in his arms couldn't speak, so he just let himself talk, and swallowed the medicine thoughtfully, although some medicine juice still flowed out, it was also because of Li Rufeng's poor feeding technique.

"I've wronged Aiqing these days, it's my fault..." Li Rufeng said to him wholeheartedly, and he didn't know if the person in his arms was consciously listening.

Seeing that he couldn't drink anymore, Li Rufeng only fed him three or four mouthfuls, half of the medicine liquid in the bowl was not finished, he took another mouthful, and then spit out the medicine, with the pain of illness on his face.

Li Rufeng put down the medicine bowl, and saw that he closed his eyes again, as if he wanted to fall asleep, but saw that his clothes were soaked, making it uncomfortable to sleep next to him, so he put him back on the couch, "I changed Jiuqin's clothes You can sleep again," said to him, and saw that his face was burning like peach blossoms on the river, burning brightly.

Then he groped for the rope and buckle on the right lapel of his clothes under his chest, and couldn't help being covered with one hand, his eyes moved, and he saw him holding his hand, but he couldn't utter a word, meaning that he could Come.

With the strength he still had, he took off the belt on his right lapel, without saying a word, thinking of getting up and taking off his sleeves, Li Rufeng couldn't help but reach out from his waist to help him up, helping him finish the unfinished work. Actions.

The two of them were so close together that Zhide could smell the overcooled deodorant on his body, like flowers soaked in ice water.He couldn't help supporting him more stably. The moment Li Rufeng took off his sleeves, Li Rufeng felt a lightness on his cheeks, as if there was a slight cool touch, which was fleeting.

I couldn't help but froze at that moment, looking at the person I was supporting, I saw that his eyes were slightly open, and when he looked, he was watching him.Li Rufeng didn't dare to enter his breath, "Jiuqin?"

The people below still looked at him with a strange tenderness that was no longer there.

Zhide's heart trembled, and when he saw Yan Jiuqin's reddened eyes, he knew that he thought he was Zhaoyang.Li Rufeng restrained his trembling and put him back on the couch, but Yan Jiuqin's eyes were still on him, he leaned over and kissed the other party's lips, and the other party seemed to respond to him.

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Zhaoyang was trembling with anger when she went back. Yan'er was startled when she saw her come back tonight, and almost knocked over when she poured tea for her. Seeing that her face was bleeding, Yan'er couldn't help asking, "Princess, you..."

"Tell me the truth, what are you hiding from me?" Zhaoyang stared at her coldly. She had already shed tears on the way back, and now only numbness and coldness remained.

Yan'er knelt down, "The servant has never hidden the princess,"

"Really?" Zhaoyang laughed, and smashed the hot teacup on the ground, "You all think I'm a fool to tease you, don't you?"

"Princess!" Yan'er kowtowed several times, "Princess, princess, no, slaves have never..."

"You haven't said anything, what else have you kept from me that you have never said?" Zhaoyang suddenly raised her skirt on the ground and asked ruthlessly.

Yan'er was frightened by her fierce look, thinking that the princess knew about it, so she didn't dare to hide anything: "Yes, it was that day, I, I saw, the emperor, the emperor came to visit the prime minister, kissed, kissed The prime minister, and for the prime minister, take off your clothes...Princess, princess, "

Zhaoyang fell down on the ground, her temples seemed to be a little loose, and the shadow she cast covered her pale face. She thought that something else was hiding it from her, that it was Yan Jiuqin who used her hand to kill Li Cong, but she didn't expect it to be this. .

Yan'er crawled over on her knees, "Princess, don't scare me, I, I..."

"Is what you said true? Which emperor, the first emperor or Li Rufeng?" Zhaoyang was still struck by lightning, unbelievable.She had heard rumors that Yan Jiuqin was favored because he served the king with his body, but this was not credible.

Yan'er said frankly and sincerely: "Yes, it is the current emperor..."

"When did it happen?" Zhaoyang's voice trembled, Yan'er hesitated, Zhaoyang shook her shoulder frantically, "Tell me, when did it happen?"

"Yes, it was the prime minister, no, it was the son-in-law who was stabbed by the king of Jin and was seriously ill... When the current emperor was still the king of Yue, I came to see the son-in-law. At that time, I accidentally bumped into him... He, he was looking down My dear son-in-law..."

"So that's it, that's it, all of you are hiding it from me..." Then I remembered that Yan Jiuqin's official uniform was changed that day, so, so it turned out.

Seeing Zhaoyang standing up, Yan'er knelt down and hugged Zhaoyang's leg to beg for forgiveness, but was kicked to the ground by Zhaoyang, "Okay, all of you lied to me, even Yan Jiuqin had selfish intentions towards me. ..."

Yan'er didn't know why the princess went to the palace to ask for someone to come back tonight, but she became like this. Holding back the pain, she got up and cried, "Princess, what's the matter with you, princess, don't scare the servant, the servant will go to the palace to see the son-in-law..."

"What's wrong with me, what's wrong with them," Zhao Yang sneered until he burst into tears, "Consort? Your son-in-law just treats me as a pawn and borrows my hand to kill Li Cong so that his King of Yue can take the throne...haha , how stupid I am..."

"Princess, princess...you misunderstood the son-in-law, the son-in-law is not such a person...he almost died that time..." Yan'er knelt and crawled over and said, afraid that the princess would lose her heart and go crazy.If it were anyone else, he would believe that the princess betrayed the son-in-law, and he would not believe that the son-in-law would deliberately use the princess.

"Misunderstanding?" Zhaoyang couldn't help sneering, tears streaming down his face, "He could die for his King Yue, and he could die for his Yan family... He has always been kind to me, just for the last moment I used it as a pawn to eliminate Li Rufeng's greatest opponent..."

"Princess, wait for the son-in-law to come back and listen to his own explanation..."

Zhaoyang let out a sad laugh, "'The laughter fades away, but the passion is irritated by the ruthlessness.'" Her finger touched the candlestick, and the wax on the candlestick burned her hand, and she smiled sadly, " After he was stabbed by Li Cong, I lived 50 years for him..."

Yan'er didn't seem to know about this before, so she couldn't help being shocked.

"Yes, I have to wait until he comes back to admit or deny it himself. I want to hear him tell me. I don't believe anything other people say." Zhaoyang sank down on the chair, scalded by wax The hand she received didn't seem to feel any pain, so she raised her hand and put it on the candlestick to burn.

When Yan'er saw it, he got up and stopped him, weeping bitterly, "Princess, why do you want to spend the 50 years of your life?"

Zhaoyang's hand was snatched by Yan'er, and she sat on the chair in a daze, weeping at the candlelight, "'Jun buried the mud in the spring, and I sent my head covered with snow.' When he takes a step first, he will remember my kindness, and remember me for a long time, even if it is not for a lifetime, I want him to feel ashamed and have a little place in his heart, so he can let me go."

Seeing Yan'er crying pitifully, Zhaoyang's eyes were hazy, and tears were streaming down his face, "I just want a little bit, a little bit of space, there is only such a small place, but there is I, perhaps once had me, and I am content..."