Quick Wear: My Master is a Drama King

Doctor Wen arrived soon, following Xiao Mingzi, breathing heavily.

Xiao Mingzi kept talking: "Hurry up, hurry up, my master is waiting for us, don't delay..."

Doctor Wen felt helpless: Please be considerate of my old bones.

After Doctor Wen took Ning Huaimian's pulse, his expression suddenly became serious: "Beautiful Mian has not caught a cold, but does she have any old injuries?"

Ning Huaimian nodded: "I almost escaped death before."

Doctor Wen shook his head and sighed, "No wonder, Miss Mian has been seriously injured. She needs to take good care of herself. If she doesn't take good care of herself, she may not live for more than three years..."

Ning Huaimian was not surprised by this. It was good enough that he survived the injury he had sustained at that time. He no longer expected to live a few more years.

So he lowered his eyes and said calmly: "I understand, thank you, doctor."

He didn't care, but Xiao Mingzi beside him couldn't help but ask: "Then how do we raise it back?"

Doctor Wen said with embarrassment: "This requires very rare and precious medicinal materials..."

"Unless the Emperor speaks personally..."

Ning Huaimian said he understood, and then he asked Xiaomianzi to send Doctor Wen.

Although Xiao Mianzi was very worried about Ning Huaimian, he could do nothing.

After all, he was just a little eunuch and could not do anything.

The emperor's palace, Yuxuan Hall.

All the palace attendants had left the hall, leaving only the candlelight flickering in the dark night.

Yan Zhijun closed his eyes but couldn't fall asleep. Finally, he got up, took the book and started reading.

"master."

It was Mo Bai's voice.

Yan Zhijun didn't even raise his head and said calmly, "Come in."

Mo Bai was seen standing in front of Yan Zhijun, dressed in black, with only a pair of eyes showing. He saluted and said, "The master asked me to look after Ning Huaimian. He just called Doctor Wen."

Call the imperial physician? Are you sick?

Although Yan Zhijun was still staring at the book in his hand, he did not turn the page: "Why do you call the imperial physician?"

Mo Bai had no expression on his face, and said in a flat tone, "Because the master didn't come to Xuanyue Palace, Ning Huaimian has been waiting for the master in the palace. When the night turned cold, he sneezed twice, and Xiao Mingzi, who was serving him, hurried to call Doctor Wen. Doctor Wen said that he didn't catch a cold, but was just weak due to an old injury."

Yan Zhijun rarely felt that he was being long-winded, so he asked, "And then?"

Old wounds?

He was indeed half dead when I picked him up, but now seeing that he looked fine, I thought he was really fine.

Are they all pretend?

Mo Bai: "The imperial physician said that if he is not properly nursed back to health, he will not live more than three years. However, the herbs needed for nursing care are very rare and expensive. We need the master's consent before we can do so."

After listening to his story, King Yan felt a little confused.

He put down the book and looked at Mo Bai: "What's Ning Huaimian's reaction?"

What would happen if you knew you wouldn’t live more than three years?

Will you come to ask him for help?

Mo Bai: "He didn't react at all, as if he knew he wouldn't live long."

Lord Yan: “…”

After a while, he said, "Back off."

Mo Bai: "Yes."

After Mo Bai left, Yan Zhijun picked up the book he had just read.

However, he couldn't read a single word. In a trance, the densely packed words on the book suddenly turned into Ning Huaimian's figure.

He was so scared that he threw the book away immediately.

Really dizzy.

The eunuch guarding the door heard the noise inside and asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, what happened? Do you want me to come in?"

"Nothing." Yan Zhijun's voice was light, but his breathing was inexplicably a little disordered.

He picked up the books on the ground and put them back where they were.

Sitting back on the bed, he felt so helpless for the first time in his life.

Does he have other thoughts about Ning Huaimian?

This is too ridiculous. We have only known each other for a few days?

It's more like saying that he was attracted to Ning Huaimian because of his beauty, but how could it be...

Ugly time.

Yan Zhijun's breathing suddenly became heavier in his sleep. After a long time, he groaned and then opened his eyes.

The King of Yan could clearly notice something unusual on his body.

His Adam's apple rolled and his eyes became a little dim.

I looked down at my hands, and suddenly remembered the soft touch in my dream. I rubbed them with my fingertips for a while for no reason.

He couldn't help but wonder, was it because he had abstained for too long?

Otherwise, why would I have such a dream?

But it was Ning Huaimian...

Maybe it’s because I’ve been in contact with Ning Huaimian these days, and maybe he would be the same if it were someone else.

Finally, he said in a hoarse voice: "Someone come."

The eunuch guarding the door hurried in: "The servant is here."

The Lord of Yan's voice was cold: "Go and pick someone to serve me, as soon as possible."

The young eunuch asked, "Your Majesty, Concubine Xia is closer to you. Would you like to let her come?"

Yan Zhijun didn't even hear who it was, and said perfunctorily, "It's her."

The young eunuch stepped back: "Yes, Your Majesty."

A quarter of an hour later.

"Your Majesty, may I come in now?" Xia Zhaoyi knocked on the door gently and asked.

Yan Zhijun finally came to his senses and said, "Come in."

Xia Zhaoyi opened the door and walked towards the Lord of Yan: "Your Majesty, let me serve you."

As she walked and talked, she took off her outer clothes, revealing the pink tulle and snow-white neck underneath.

The King of Yan saw it all but said nothing.

Xia Zhaoyi walked up to the King of Yan, tilted her head and smiled at him, her breath as sweet as orchid: "Your Majesty, can you help me untie the knot of my clothes?"

Being so close, Yan Zhijun could smell the irritating and pungent fragrance on her.

It's completely different from the scent on Ning Huaimian...

Why did I suddenly think of him again?

Is this really normal?

Yan Zhijun couldn't help rubbing his brows and waved his hand, saying, "Go down."

Xia Zhaoyi was frightened by his words and trembled all over. She knelt down quickly, subconsciously exposing her beautiful body, and looked at Yan Zhijun shyly and coquettishly, saying delicately: "But did I do something to anger Your Majesty? Please don't drive me away."

A hint of ambition flashed through her eyes, and she thought, finally having a chance to get close to His Majesty, how could she just leave so easily?

If she seizes this opportunity, wealth and glory will be just around the corner.

However, her appearance might make others feel pity for her.

But in the eyes of King Yan, it just made him feel inexplicably annoyed.

He ignored her seductive eyes and said without a trace of warmth in his tone: "Mo Bai, throw her out."

"Yes."

When the voice sounded, Xia Zhaoyi didn't even have time to say a word before she was caught off guard and picked up and thrown out.

The man moved so quickly that she didn't even notice what he looked like before she fell to the ground in a mess.

The cold wind made her shiver involuntarily.

She slowly got up, picked up the coat that was thrown aside and put it on.

The palace maid who followed looked at Xia Zhaoyi who was suddenly thrown out, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Madam, are you okay?"

Wasn't it because the Queen didn't serve His Majesty well that she was thrown out?