Qu clear as promised

Zhu Zhiyi pursed her lips tightly, her eyebrows and eyes were extremely serious, and she switched positions from usual, and now he is half kneeling to apply medicine for the other party.

Liang Hui didn't want him to kneel himself, so he held his arm to pull him up: "Qinggui, don't do these things, I will do it myself."

Zhu Zhiyi raised his eyes coldly, and said calmly: "Then the emperor will not give medicine to the minister, and the minister will do it by himself."

Liang Hui didn't move, lowered his eyes, and slowly let go of his hand.

Looking at the festering wound, Zhu Zhiyi felt pain in her heart, and asked, "Isn't my Gu being undone?"

Liang Hui was afraid that he would not be able to find Yizhen in the end, so he asked the imperial physician to treat him according to conservative methods.

"There are two ways. Yizhen's medicine is faster, and you will suffer less."

Zhu Zhiyi paused, seemingly extremely puzzled and astonished, meaning that Yizhen's medicine was not the only solution to save his life, but a faster and better solution.

He wouldn't die without Yizhen's medicine, but healed more slowly. Is an alternative worthy of Liang Hui's achievement?

The dignity, arrogance, and backbone of the king of a country are all gone, and he is willing to be threatened and tortured by rude people.

"Liang Junting, are you a fool?!" Zhu Zhiyi's heart began to ache again.

Liang Hui looked back at him, with a dark abyss in his eyes, paranoid and softly said: "That's it, I will fight for it to save you a second of pain, I think it's worth it."

He wants to wish Zhiyi every second of living in this world free from illness, pain and worry.

Those illnesses seemed to be tormenting Zhu Zhiyi, but in fact it was Liang Hui who was tormenting.

If there was a lot of pain on Zhu Zhiyi himself, then Liang Hui also suffered twelve points of injuries, and the extra two points were his love and pity for Zhu Zhiyi and his anger and anxiety about his helplessness.

Those pains consumed Zhu Zhiyi's will, ate Zhu Zhiyi's self-esteem, and devoured Zhu Zhiyi's flesh and blood.

Every time Zhu Zhiyi got acupuncture treatment, the bed was drenched in sweat, and every time he grasped the white knuckles of the quilt, he did not have a haggard and emaciated face, hands that could not lift a pen, and prolonged daze.Liang Hui couldn't pretend he didn't see it. He was always on edge, fearing that Zhu Zhiyi would disappear so lightly at any moment.

He was afraid that he would not be able to protect this person even if he held it in the palm of his hand and put it in his mouth.

This was definitely not something Liang Hui could bear.

Zhu Zhiyi was sad and moved, angry and helpless: "A man has gold under his knees, I can't see you suffering like this."

"Furthermore," he reasoned with him with a serious face: "You are the king of a country, this is not only your dignity, but also the dignity of the beam. "

There must be no weakness in this position. If people with ulterior motives will use this as a threat in the future, wouldn't everyone be able to coerce the emperor to seek their own personal gain.

Too passive, Zhu Zhiyi must not be this weakness and burden, causing all kinds of hidden dangers and dangers to Liang Hui.

"Liang Junting," he said with deep pity and sadness in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "think about it, wasn't what I did before for the honor of the emperor? Now that you have it, you don't cherish it. Let others trample on you, do you really want me to die of grief?"

Liang Hui's face turned pale, and he turned his head to look at him calmly and paranoidly, but there was no regret in his silent eyes.

Zhu Zhiyi frowned, wanted to reprimand but was reluctant, rubbed the center of her brows helplessly and said: "Liang Junting, of course I know your good intentions for me, I know it all, don't worry, I will definitely take medicine to make my body healthy. Get better soon, okay? I really can't see you like this, and I'm not worth your sacrifice, Liang Junting."

Liang Hui frowned disapprovingly: "You are worth everything."

Zhu Zhiyi didn't get his promise, and said again: "It's good for me to treat as I am now. With you by my side, I don't feel any pain or hardship."

"If you are all injured, who will accompany me? Right."

Liang Hui looked at him, squeezed his palm, and hummed, Zhu Zhiyi's gaze faded a little. He still knew Liang Hui a little bit, so he could only threaten him cruelly: "Liang Junting, if you send me to your door again Let him torment, then I will die of this disease."

"Zhu Zhiyi!" Liang Hui frowned tightly when he heard that he was dead, "That's not the time for you to be in pain!"

"Do you know what kind of Gu this is, it urges the soul to devour blood, and in the later stage, it will gradually fester and die."

Zhu Zhiyi looked at him quietly, with a kind of peaceful stubbornness.

He had nothing to do with Liang Hui, and Liang Hui couldn't do anything with him.

It seemed like it had been since they had known each other.

Liang Hui calmed down, lowered his head slightly, pressed against his hair, rubbed against his hair, and said softly: "Qinggui, don't think too much, Yizhen has already been taken down the mountain by my order, as long as all the medicinal materials are collected in these two days, The Tai Hospital will come to clean Gu for you."

Zhu Zhiyi lowered his head, and for a long time, let out a helpless sigh from his chest, begging as if he had no choice: "Liang Junting, this is the last time, don't lie to me again, okay?" He really couldn't bear it Because Liang Hui was humiliated like this, it was more uncomfortable than him being hit by a poisonous Gu thousands of times.

Liang Hui looked at him calmly, remembering that there was still half a bowl of blood primers, and smiled without changing his face: "Yeah."

He lowered his eyes slowly, covering the bottomless darkness in his eyes.

Zhu Zhiyi has to be strong, soft-hearted, afraid of being a bad person, and someone who is used to selfless giving, he will never agree to risk his life. Liang Hui knows it all, so he has no choice, so he wants to be this villain.

It's not that I didn't think that Zhu Zhiyi would be so angry and furious when he knew the truth at that time, but Liang Hui would never regret it. He never did things that made him regret. Compared with Zhu Zhiyi liking him and staying by his side, The other person's body and health are more important.

Liang Hui thought cruelly and masochistically, "Liang Hui can have Zhu Zhiyi" is not worth mentioning in front of "Zhu Zhiyi will get healthy soon and be safe and sound".

Even though there was Yizhen's dosage prescription at the Imperial Hospital, they didn't dare to believe it all. They tried many times and got the perfect verification before they came to Feng Sui Palace to clear Gu for their noble queen.

Blade silver needles, long and short, thick and thin, lined up.

Although Zhu Zhiyi was not nervous or scared, he wanted to see Liang Hui at this moment.

I can't deny it, and I can't lie to myself. I don't know when Liang Hui became his rudder in the storm and the port of boundless gentleness.

Not seeing the person he wanted to see, Zhu Zhiyi was a little at a loss, Yuping said that the emperor had gone to the pharmacy and would be here in a while.

Zhu Zhiyi didn't wait for Liang Hui, when the doctor came, he brought a bowl of thick soup.

Zhu Zhiyi was startled when she smelled it, the smell was extremely strong, and it didn't seem like Liang Hui was coaxing by her side in the past, a sour grievance suddenly appeared in her heart.

Even he was taken aback, it was completely a subconscious emotion, how could he become such a hypocritical person when he was a hostage and sold into Liuguan back then, Liang Hui was about to pamper him and make him useless.

Zhu Zhiyi frowned, the man disappeared after being pampered and spoiled, he sucked a mouthful expressionlessly, and was about to spit it out in an instant.

It smells so bad!

The disgusting smell and the sticky soup went straight from the stomach to the throat. It was a person who was used to seeing blood on the battlefield. A flash in his mind made Zhu Zhiyi instantly know what the fishy smell was.

It's bloody!

It was still steaming hot blood that had just been taken out of the human body.

Zhu Zhiyi is such a transparent and exquisite person, a bowl of warm blood, and Liang Hui is not there - his limbs trembled instantly, his eyes widened in shock, the tails of his eyes were red, and his sharp eyes shot straight at the doctor like a sharp arrow. just.

The doctor shook his forehand and dodged his eyes, seeing that he really couldn't bear to vomit, he hurriedly faltered and persuaded: "Your Majesty...you...don't let me down..."

The emperor is still lying dying in the next room, pouring out a bowl of hot blood from the tip of his heart, even the strongest and strongest person will die half of his life.

Zhu Zhiyi's eyes were wet, and he swallowed the medicinal soup with a strong breath.

Liang Hui's warm blood flowed through his mouth, through his throat, to his heart, and then sent from his heart to his whole body.

Zhu Zhiyi seemed to hear Liang Hui say in that paranoid and gentle tone: "Qinggui, I'm sorry, I lied to you again."

The medicine took effect, and Zhu Zhiyi's consciousness became more and more blurred. He held on to the last sliver of sobriety and said to the doctor: "Tell Liang Junting, if I can't see a good him at first sight when I wake up, then I don't have to do it again in the future." See you."

The doctor was shocked, seeing his resolute, cold and angry appearance, he knew that the emperor's move of beheading first and playing later really angered the queen, so he hurriedly said: "Don't worry, the queen, the emperor is fine, when you wake up, he will definitely take care of you." Beside you."

Zhu Zhiyi fell into a deep sleep.

A very deep and long dream, seemingly true and false, with no end.

Zhu Zhiyi is still the eldest grandson of the Taifu's mansion who can't sit in the hall, the proud son of heaven, famous all over the capital, talking and laughing with great Confucianism, no white people in dealings, who was exceptionally promoted by the late emperor to the South Study Room to live with the distinguished princes, as an example.

Walking on the Changguan Road with the third prince, the other party was asking him for advice on the memorabilia laid down by his father the day before yesterday.

Zhu Zhiyi was always the one who knew the late emperor's mind best, and was even more pungent and sophisticated than those veteran officials who had been in the opposition for many years.

The immature Zhu Zhiyi was talking to him sternly, when he suddenly saw a dusty young man rolling out of the palace wall.