After running away, she was pregnant with His Majesty's cub

Shang Yuan got a hint from the tyrant that day, and after returning, he closed the case with a tentative attitude.

On the last day, I came to the tyrant and handed in the paper with trepidation: "Your Majesty, this person may be the secret agent who gave you the medicine..."

Huo Rong's eyes drooped, with a smile on his lips: "Oh? I think A Yuan is the only one here, could it be—"

Shang Yuan's scalp tingled, and he immediately shook the memorial in his hand: "I have written all the detailed things here, that person should have fallen into the water, and now... it is hard to find..."

Huo Rong took it calmly and glanced at it.

Shang Yuan held his breath nervously, secretly peeking at the tyrant's face.

He investigated the case and finally came to a person who was not alive but dead. It is reasonable to be unable to convince people.

But the tyrant had an inscrutable smile on his face, which made him unable to see the clue.

Just as my heart was pounding, the tyrant's voice came deep: "Is he dead?"

"Yes..." Shang Yuan peeked at the tyrant cowardly: "According to the time and place His Majesty said, I locked down a person. This person was a spy in the palace before. He happened to be in the camp that night, but suddenly the next day Fleeing, and then fell into a river ditch, but the river was high tide, and the man disappeared..."

Shang Yuan said slowly: "Even with a finger puller in his hand, his stature can match..."

The expression on Huo Rong's face was indistinguishable from happiness and anger, making people unable to tell whether he believed it or not: "It's a pity..."

"He committed a heinous crime, but he died immediately..." Huo Rong looked at Shang Yuan slowly: "Continue to search for people in the river, I still want to find that person, even if he is dead, he will whip the corpse and vent his anger. "

Whip corpse? !

Shang Yuan was so frightened that his feet slipped and he almost fell off the steps: "Your Majesty, the others... have already gone, so why should you keep chasing them..."

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And he just wanted to make up an unknown corpse, he didn't want anyone to suffer for him!

"This traitor is disrespectful to me." Huo Rong said indifferently: "Doesn't Ah Yuan think that the corpse should not be whipped?"

Shang Yuan: "..."

If the tyrant knows that the man of the night is him, I'm afraid this will be his end!

Shang Yuan bit the bullet and pleaded: "Your Majesty, it is said that the dead are the most important, so please forgive me and let this person go..."

As soon as the words fell, he noticed that the tyrant's gaze was fixed on him with a probing look.

Shang Yuan shrank his neck, but he still didn't back down: "Besides, His Majesty's sudden whipping of the corpse will inevitably lead to rumors and speculations. If the events of that night are spread, it will also damage His Majesty's reputation..."

After hearing this, Huo Rong chuckled lightly: "Then listen to A Yuan."

It is said that the young man has become ruthless, but Huo Rong feels that this little thing is clearly still the same as before.

With a soft heart and fear of blood, he can see through even a disguise.

Shang Yuan was relieved when he heard the tyrant, and his tense heartstrings finally let go.

Ever since he passed through the book, he even had nightmares at night because of this incident, and he was taken away and beheaded by the tyrant. Now that this incident has been exposed, he can start a new life.

For example, looking for husband.

Just thinking of this, the tyrant's voice sounded again: "The fine work is over, and Ah Yuan has to think about his future plans."

Shang Yuan rolled his eyes calmly: "I will always obey His Majesty's order."

After looking at what the original owner had done in the past few days, he discovered that he has a deep connection with the abandoned prince, and he can be called the abandoned prince's confidant.

Shang Yuan immediately thought that the tyrant forced him to show favor every now and then, maybe he wanted to buy him off and make him obey his orders?

Huo Rong's dark eyes stuck to the black-haired and snow-skinned young man in front of him, his voice was as low as a hunting beast: "Don't worry, I will give you a will."

In two days, the decree to make him queen will be issued.

I don't know how the teenager will feel when he hears it?

It was the joy of finally getting close to him and being able to work for the prince.

Or... fear and disgust?

Huo Rong stared at the back of Shang Yuan walking away, his eyes gradually cooled.

After the fine work was settled, Shang Yuan never went near the tyrant's courtyard again.

Indeed, he still has a character who is friendly to the tyrant and cannot be too alienated.

But as soon as he got close to the tyrant, he wanted to run away clamoring from the bottom of his heart—it was really a test of his acting skills for a salted fish who wanted to run away to pounce on him to show his affection.

Shang Yuan called to Nanping, and pondered: "At the blind date banquet that day, there was an imperial doctor, you go to his house to send a letter saying that I still want to see him, the sooner the better."

Nanping took a peek at Shang Yuan and said, "...My lord, I'm too anxious..."

He felt more and more that something was wrong with his son.

As soon as he came back from learning the rules in the palace, he was asked to buy medicine for that place, and now he is anxious to find someone to marry.

Is it really like what he has seen before, the son was pregnant with the prince's child when he was learning the rules, and wanted to find a marriage to hide his belly...

In the main courtyard of Duke Wei, the charcoal fire in the gold-plated incense burner is flourishing, and the room is as warm as spring.

Huo Rong's face was cold and grim, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely low.

It's been five days.

Since the close of the secret case, Shang Yuan has not shown up for five days.

At this time, Zhan Ling entered the hall to salute, and when he looked up, he saw Huo Rong staring at the silver charcoal in the copper basin alone in a slightly dark room, as if he had something on his mind.

"Your Majesty, there is an earth dragon in this hall." Zhan Linggong said: "Your Majesty, look at the weather, there will be several snowfalls this winter, and the charcoal fire may not be useful."

"Earth dragon?" Huo Rong's eyes turned secretly: "How many households are there among the people in the capital, and there are earth dragons in their homes?"

There are no earth dragons among the people in the capital, not to mention the Lenggong.

Even the cheapest black charcoal was swallowed up by others.

On a winter day when dripping water turned into ice, the 12-year-old warmed his hands with his breath, and knocked on palace doors one after another along the corridor.

There is a mother with a heart of snakes and scorpions who kills her son to fight for favor, and he is in the cold palace. Even if others see it, they will only feel disgust and fear.

The door opened and closed, his eyes lit up and dimmed again.

After walking for a long time, the charcoal fire did not come, and the only boot was soaked in snow water.

On the second day, cold sores gradually developed on his fingers, and he was in a terrible panic.

But he still insisted on going to Taixue.

This is the only similarity between him and other princes.

The person sitting next to him is said to be the young master of Duke Wei's family, with black eyes and snow skin, his appearance is more stunning than the person in the painting.

Huo Rong was like a guarded beast, and he glanced at the young master coldly and sullenly.

The young master was so afraid of him that his shoulders began to shake from fright.

It's best not to interfere with each other.

Unexpectedly, a soft and calm voice suddenly sounded: "This, Your Highness...Your Highness, take it."

A round gilt hand stove was handed over, covered with short white and soft fox fur, with a small word "Yuan" embroidered on it.

Huo Rong raised his head coldly, and the young master was looking at his hands with frostbite in his sleeves.

Huo Rong darkened his face: "You want to frame me again? What a pity, others have already used this trick."

The young master opened his lips, but didn't say anything.

A few days later, the weather became more and more bitterly cold, and the cold palace was like a hole in the ice, which made people's hearts go numb.

Huo Rong was fiddling with firewood and thinking about how to make a fire, when suddenly, a small head wearing a embroidered hood came in, looking around vigilantly.

It's Shang Yuan.

There were no guards and eunuchs in Lenggong, so Huo Rong strode directly in front of him.

The young man suddenly saw him, and immediately raised the heavy food box in his hand like a shield, his voice was nervous: "I'm here to deliver something to His Highness."

Huo Rong stood in front of the door, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and spit out a word: "Get out."

The young master didn't care about his offense and indifference, and when he mentioned the food, the floor below was not food, but full of charcoal fire.

A hint of cunning flashed in the young master's eyes: "You have a stove here, so light the charcoal fire quickly. I will quietly put it in the food box, and no one will notice."

The food was fine, but the charcoal fire guards checked it strictly.

Dishes, charcoal fire, a heart that was frozen to death, slowly surging and beating again.

After that time, in those winters, the boy always sneaked into the palace with a food box.

The palace was tightly sealed, and he was careful, just to bring himself a few pieces of coal for heating.

He remembers that winter.

I remember that boy was called Shang Yuan, and the charcoal fire he sent was called Yinsi charcoal.

He hadn't seen it then.

In the long years, the best person in his heart was Shang Yuan, and the best charcoal fire was silver silk charcoal.

It was deeply imprinted in his heart, and nothing else could compare.

It's a pity...the charcoal fire is still hot, but the hearts of the people are cold.

Huo Rong's emotions surged, the dancing flames reflected on his cheeks, and the crazily bloodshot eyes became clearer.

He stretched out his icy palm to hold the burning charcoal fire.

The intense burning sensation bites, but he tightens his palms tighter and tighter.

Maybe it's too cold this winter, if he doesn't hold something, he will go crazy.

"Your Majesty..." Zhan Ling sensed that the situation was different, and he held Huo Rong's wrist regardless of his dignity and said, "Your Majesty is a man of gold, for the sake of the court and the common people, he must cherish himself..."

Huo Rong closed his eyes coldly.

Ridiculous, why would he think of this past?

Shang Yuan is now... just a plaything, he can vent his anger as much as he wants——

Tired of playing, at worst, throw it away.

He will never, never give that person the chance to hurt himself...

But it's obviously revenge, why are you still drawn by him?

Is it because I didn't suffer enough before?

Zhan Ling: "..."

He He looked at this scene, rolled his eyes, and immediately ran to Shang Yuan.

"My lord, my lord..." He He ran to Shang Yuan in a hurry, and said with a mournful face: "Your Majesty is injured, go and see him."

Shang Yuan turned around, the light fox fur set off a layer of brilliance all over his body, in He He's eyes, he was like a banished fairy carved from jade, a person who came out of a storybook.

Shang Yuan's heart skipped a beat: "What happened to His Majesty?"

If the tyrant is injured, the entire Duke's Mansion may be buried with him!

"His Majesty held the charcoal fire, and his palm was burned." He He said with a bitter face, "You should go and see him."

Shang Yuan took two steps subconsciously, then immediately retreated and shook his head, saying, "I'm not a doctor, I don't know how to treat diseases."

Not to mention the madness of a tyrant.

He He blinked and said: "But don't you want to get close to His Majesty? After hearing the news, if you don't go, won't Your Majesty be suspicious?"

Shang Yuan in a dilemma: "..."

So why did this little maid have to come and tell herself?

Shang Yuan bit the bullet and walked in the door, Huo Rong was sitting on the chair with big Ma Jinge, saw Shang Yuan enter the door and asked coldly: "What's the matter with you?"

The tyrant's palm was opened upwards, and the flesh in the palm was rolled up, the injury was shocking.

Tyrants are not only cruel to others, but also cruel to themselves.

Shang Yuan took a deep breath, sighed to himself that luckily he had brought a bandage and wound medicine, and hurriedly said: "I'll show His Majesty the injury."

Immediately held up the palm, carefully applied a layer of ointment, and then wrapped the bandage around it thinly.

He came from a family of doctors, so he did it subconsciously when he saw the injury, and he didn't even think of asking the tyrant in front of him for permission.

Eunuch Feng watched Shang Yuan tie a cloth belt on His Majesty's palm, and tried to stop him several times, but was stopped by He He.

Huo Rong looked down, the boy's hairy head was hanging down, and he was carefully bandaging his wound.

The movements were slow, and the slender eyelashes trembled slightly, making people's hearts fluctuate.

A few years ago, he had bandaged himself like this, but that time, even though he was covered in blood lying in front of him, he turned a blind eye.

Now he is acting like a bodhisattva who saves the suffering, either because he wants to curry favor with seeing that his power is not what it used to be, or because he wants to stay by his side and serve the prince.

Huo Rong raised his hand, looked at the delicately wrapped gauze and said with a smile: "A Yuan is so painstaking, I have no choice but to reward you."

Shang Yuan wished he could wave his hands again and again: "...the jewels rewarded by His Majesty a few days ago are enough to make the ministers panic.

What reward could he ask for, he just wanted the tyrant to let him live and let him go as far as possible.

Huo Rong raised the corners of his lips: "Don't worry, what I give you must be what you want most."

The author has something to say:

Fluffy: like being a queen

A Yuan: ...Are you sure this is what I want most? ? ?