concubine on top

Shen Yanchuan woke up in the early morning of the third day after the assassination.

To be precise, he hadn't woken up at first, but he had just gone from a coma to a semi-coma, and felt the cold all over his body and shivered.

He shook, and the red thread tied to his arm rang the bell hanging by the bed, waking up the little emperor who was sleeping on the recliner next to the bed.

The dim light in the room quickly pierced his eyes, and the ringtone gradually became clearer in his ears.The little emperor rubbed his eyes and jumped up, went straight to the bed, and found that the person on the bed was trembling violently.

"Shen Yanchuan!" The little emperor called out excitedly, and reached out to touch Shen Yanchuan's face, but what he touched was icy cold, so frightened that he ran to the bedroom door regardless of his clothes, "Come here! Call the imperial physician!"

His yelp woke Shen Yanchuan completely, and when he opened his eyes suddenly, he felt dizzy, his whole body was cold, his back hurt, his chest was stagnant, and there was nothing comfortable about him.

Reluctantly moving his body, the pressure in his chest became stronger, Shen Yanchuan turned sideways with difficulty, and before he could get up, he coughed loudly.

Hearing the commotion, the little emperor rushed back to the bed, and saw him coughing and spitting up, the spitting out was full of black blood clots, spots of blood suddenly fell on the edge of the bed, against the pale face, it made people who had never The little emperor who had served others was so flustered that he didn't know what to do, so he could only go to help him up and wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

Shen Yanchuan didn't say a word, and after spitting out the few mouthfuls of blood, he trembled in his embrace, half-closed his eyes, dying, extremely weak.

The little emperor's heart was beating wildly, and he was so nervous that he didn't even dare to shed tears - probably good things are not imprisoned, and colorful clouds are easy to disperse and glass shatters.He was afraid that a single teardrop of his would smash the person in his arms to hell.

Fortunately, the imperial physician was arranged to stay in a palace not far from the Hall of Mental Cultivation last night, and came quickly to examine Shen Yanchuan, administer needles and prescribe medicine.

"Your majesty, don't worry, the imperial concubine and empress are no longer in danger."

The indoor lights turned on a few more times, the little emperor stared at the imperial doctor's face, not daring to miss the slightest change in expression, and grabbed a quilt that had just been added to Shen Yanchuan's body: "Are you sure? Then why is he still there?" Playing tricks?"

"I cleared a lot of poisonous blood the day before yesterday. It's normal to be afraid of the cold. Drink more decoctions to replenish qi and blood today and you will gradually get better."

"Then how do you explain the vomiting of blood?!"

"What the empress vomits is the blood stasis left before, and it is a good thing to spit it out. Of course, there is still residual poison in the empress. The next step is to cultivate and recuperate. You must take detoxification decoction on time every day. Be careful not to get cold, keep your mind calm..."

The little emperor was very worried, because he didn't understand medicine, so he asked the imperial doctor to get to the bottom of it, and finally let him go when he felt that there was no problem.

The boiled soup came, and the palace servants fed Shen Yanchuan bit by bit with a small silver spoon. Shen Yanchuan was drowsy and had difficulty swallowing, and every mouthful would leak a drop of medicine juice. The little emperor had to put a handkerchief on his chin. Then, afraid of getting his cunt wet.

The person who used to be magnificent and agile can only lean in his arms weakly.The little emperor lowered his head, and kissed Shen Yanchuan's hair again and again, feeling sad in his heart.

The little emperor was still busy with state affairs, so he couldn't stay with Shen Yanchuan in his bedroom all the time. After dawn, he drove to the Golden Luan Hall.

There are many things, one after another.After going to court, he had to approve the memorial, and after the approval of the memorial, he listened to the reports from various places, and when he was done with state affairs, he stepped into his bedroom. It was already night.

Recently, the little emperor has been sleeping on the rocking chair next to the bed. One reason is to make himself sleep less deadly, and the second reason is that he is afraid that he will not pay attention when he falls asleep and touch Shen Yanchuan's wound—it is said that in order to inject poisonous blood on Shen Yanchuan, The imperial doctor cut a bigger cut on that scratch. As for how big it was, the little emperor missed Shen Yanchuan changing his dressing several times, so he didn't know about it, but this didn't prevent him from imagining the cut as the length across his back. .

There was a smell of medicine in the bedroom, which was so strong that it covered the sachet hanging on the curtain.The little emperor was wearing a clean middle coat, and leaned over to see the sick beauty lying sideways on the bed.

The sick beauty fell asleep, her side face showed haggard and thin under the soft light, and her long black hair was scattered on the pillow and quilt because she hadn't combed it in the past few days.

The little emperor brushed his messy hair behind his ears, and grabbed his hand to stuff it under the quilt.Shen Yanchuan's hands were still cool and soft due to the loss of qi and blood, but the little emperor knew the reason, but still couldn't help but suspect that Shen Yanchuan would become cold and hard - that's what the emperor brother was like back then.

This bit of worry caused him to climb onto the bed in the end, and hugged Shen Yanchuan gently from his side.

Shen Yanchuan's body was also very cold, as if he had just been showered with cold water, the little emperor shivered before he got close.However, he didn't shrink back, instead, he stretched out his warm body, hooked Shen Yanchuan's waist and brought him to his body, until the chest and abdomen of the two were firmly attached, and Shen Yanchuan lay on his chest completely.

After sleeping like this for an hour, the little emperor vaguely felt the person on his body move, and turned over while moving, obviously he was about to wake up.

The little emperor slept uneasy at all, so he naturally opened his eyes to look at the situation, turned around, and met Shen Yanchuan, who had slack eyes.

"Your Majesty." Shen Yanchuan said, his voice hoarse.

"Shen Yanchuan." The little emperor smiled, but the smile only lasted for a moment, and the corners of his mouth turned into tears, "Woo...you can finally talk..."

He sat up while crying, sucking air through his nose, his voice turned into a soft paste: "...Drink water...? Pour it for you."

Shen Yanchuan needed to moisturize his throat before speaking, so he nodded slightly.

The little emperor wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, and carefully brought a small bowl of warm jujube soup to Shen Yanchuan. After feeding him with a spoon, he got into bed again, grabbed the other's cold hand into his arms and covered it: "Better!" Is it? Does it still hurt?"

The corner of Shen Yanchuan's mouth hooked into a pale smile: "It's okay... How long have I been asleep?"

The little emperor's tears that had already stopped began to flow again, from the corners of his eyes to the pillow: "It's been three days... until tomorrow morning, it will be the fourth day."

Shen Yanchuan pulled his hand out of his arms, and wiped away the tears between his eyes with his fingertips: "Don't cry."

"But after so many days, I still haven't been able to find out who is behind the scenes..." The little emperor bit his lips, trying to hold back his tears, but his heart was full of sadness and annoyance, and the tears poured out more and more.

There is nothing sadder in this world than not being able to protect a loved one and seeing him suffer and be helpless.

"After searching for so long, they only found a small picture he cut for you from under his shop, and a few pearl hairpins for women. They finally came to the conclusion that he hated you because of his love. He heard us in the sedan chair. Since they are intimate, they set their hands on us..."

When the little emperor said this, he cursed a few words in anger, and at the same time burst into tears: "Flying into the sedan chair, the teeth were exposed, and I don't believe that he is not a professional killer!"