[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

"Doctor, what's wrong with him?" Zi Dui glanced at the person who was sleeping on the bed, when Murong Li confronted him just now, he found that he seemed to be unwell, otherwise he might not be able to win if they confronted each other.

Thinking about it this way, the person in front of him seemed a bit lonely and heroic.

Geng Chen has been concentrating on the side all the time, secretly restraining himself, after Zhi Ming's incident, he has already understood that trying to be quick for a while will not only fail to help Murong Li, but may also put him in danger.The most important thing right now is Murongli's body, no matter what Zidui's purpose is, he can still invite a doctor to take Murongli's pulse, which is a blessing in misfortune...

The doctor focused on the pulse for a while, then frowned and said, "Your Majesty, this young master has a fever."

"Fever? Cold? Then you can prescribe some medicine to drive away the cold. They are all martial arts practitioners, so it should be fine." Zi Dui has always admired Zhongyuan culture, and he has heard many rumors about Murongli before. This man is not weak.

Hearing this, Geng Chen also breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily it was just a cold, and he should be able to get better after taking a few medicines.But the doctor hesitated, hesitated to speak a few times, and the heart that Geng Chen had just let go suddenly lifted up again.

"Doctor, is our king alright?" Geng Chen asked.

The old doctor glanced at Gengchen, and asked Zidui again, "Can your majesty take a step to speak?"

"Is there anything I can't say here?" Geng Chen was anxious.

Zidui gave him a cold look, ignored him, and led the old doctor out of the tent.

outside the tent.

"What?" Zidui was dumbfounded, thinking about what the doctor said just now, his face was a little more embarrassed, "Are you sure? This... can also be seen?"

The old doctor bowed his head slightly, and said respectfully, "Zhongyuan's medical skills are profound and profound. The master of this old minister is a famous doctor from Zhongyuan. Although this old minister is not from Zhongyuan, he has practiced this way since he was a child. Although he can't say he is sure of it, but judging from his pulse, There are indeed signs of intercourse, so I boldly speculate...the fever may not be a cold, it should be an injury, but the young master is not injured...so..."

Zidui scratched his head, frowned and said, "Maybe it's my king's sword..."

"No..." The doctor said firmly, "That sword just broke the skin, and it was a fresh injury, but the young master has been feverish for at least a few days."

"You said he..." Zi Dui was at a loss for words for a moment, he didn't doubt the doctor's reason, because from the first time he saw Murong Li, he knew that he was ill, he thought it was because of the fatigue from the journey, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

"Then...how to prescribe the prescription, you can figure it out...this...this kind of thing, this king is not good at it!"

Zi Dui went back to the camp in embarrassment, and as soon as Fu entered, Geng Chen stepped forward, although his words were polite but could not conceal his anxiety.

"Please tell the lord what disease my king is suffering from?"

Zidui closed his eyes and looked at Geng Chen with a complicated expression, "You don't know?"

Seeing Gengchen's bewildered face, Zidui was speechless. After thinking for a long time, he said impatiently, "He won't die, the doctor will send the medicine in a while."

Although Geng Chen was dissatisfied, he had to bow his head under the eaves, everything was for Mu Rongli's safety, he bowed his hand to Zi Dui slightly, "Geng Chen thanked the lord for my king."

"Don't!" Zi Dui sneered, "I want Murongli's life, and you want my life too. In Liuli, there are not as many twists and turns as you in Zhongyuan."

Zidui looked back at Murongli, then turned and left.

Mo Lan woke up in a daze, rubbing her numb arms, suddenly startled, and suddenly slapped her forehead, why did he fall asleep?

"Your Majesty!" Mo Lan searched around the bedroom, but Zhiming was nowhere to be found. He became more and more panicked. This man ran out in a trance, what if something happened?

Mo Lan didn't care much, rushed out of the palace, and summoned the palace servants to go out to find Zhiming.

"You said His Majesty has gone out? Can you see which direction it is going?" Mo Lan was anxious, "What do you want? Why didn't His Majesty stop you from going out?"

The palace servants are also aggrieved, His Majesty wants to go out, can they stop him?

Mo Lan didn't intend to vent his anger, but when he thought of Zhi Ming's dazed appearance before he fell into a coma, he felt chills in his heart. This man, please don't do anything stupid!

"What are you doing?"

The cold voice was still a little hoarse, and Mo Lan immediately relaxed all over. He walked quickly to Zhi Ming, looked and looked, and confirmed that he didn't lose even a hair, so he was relieved, "Your Majesty, Where did you go?"

Zhiming glanced at him indifferently, "I'm fine." Then he said to the palace people, "Let's all go away."

The palace people had to disperse one after another, Zhi Ming walked slowly towards the palace, Mo Lan hurriedly followed, worried, and asked, "Is Your Majesty feeling better? But where else do you feel unwell?"

Zhi Ming stopped, looked at Mo Lan, and suddenly raised his hand to stroke the slightly messy hair on his forehead, "Haven't you washed it for a few days?"

Mo Lan never expected that Zhi Ming would express his concern. Surprised, he was so excited that he didn't know how to respond.

Seeing him like this, Zhi Ming sighed softly, "Forget it, go back and rest, you have worked hard these days."

"My minister, I don't have to work hard, as long as your majesty is safe, I don't care."

Zhiming paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Mo Lan, don't feel guilty, this is not your fault, I will be a good emperor, and I will take back those who I send out with my own hands."

"Zhi Ming... Zhi Ming..." Murong Li fell asleep and kept calling Zhi Ming's name.

Geng Chen felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't be busy with him, so he could only hold his hand.

The doctor brought the medicine, Geng Chen sat on the side of the bed and hugged Murongli into his arms, took the medicine and put it on the corner of his mouth, said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, drink the medicine and it will be fine."

The smell of the medicine mixed with the hot air was very offensive, Murong Li frowned and subconsciously struggled to avoid it, and knocked the medicine to the ground with a wave of his hand.Geng Chen and the doctor looked at each other, the curtain was lifted, and Zi Dui walked in panting with a sword in hand.

Geng Chen immediately became alert, Zi Dui gave him a white look, and threw the sword on the table, he just finished practicing the sword, and he didn't come to kill people.

Looking at the overturned medicine bowl on the ground, Zidui frowned and said, "You go, pour another bowl of medicine."

The doctor nodded, bowed and stepped back.Seeing that Zidui was not going to make things difficult, Geng Chen stopped talking, turned his head and tried to recall Zhi Ming's appearance, coaxing Murongli in a low voice.

But after a while, the doctor came in with the medicine and was about to hand it to Geng Chen when Zi Dui said, "Wait a minute, give the medicine to me."

Both Geng Chen and the doctor looked surprised, Zi Dui took the medicine bowl from the doctor's hand, and said to Geng Chen, "Hold him firmly."

Geng Chen was stunned for a moment before he realized what was going on, Zi Dui went to the bed and clamped Murongli's jaw with one hand, forcing him to raise his head and open his mouth, and poured the medicine into his mouth with the other hand.

Murongli struggled in an instant, Geng Chen was startled, and rushed to push Zidui, but it was difficult to exert force because of someone in his arms.

The medicinal juice went into his throat, he couldn't swallow it, choked Murongli into a violent cough, a pain in his chest finally woke him up, he pushed Zidui away with great effort, he held on to the bed strings and couldn't stop panting.

Geng Chen couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Zidui! Don't go too far!"

But Zidui didn't seem to hear, and handed the empty bowl to the doctor, "Go and fill another half bowl." Then he walked to the bed, looked down at Murongli and said, "Don't you want to die? Then drink the medicine well." gone."

Murongli raised his head and glanced at him, with stubbornness in his eyes, Zidui raised his eyebrows slightly, went back to the table and sat down, picking up lanterns in a bored manner.

Murong Li stared blankly at the people sitting at the table lost in thought, Zi Dui felt uncomfortable being watched, turned his head and asked, "Is this king pretty?"

Murong Li was taken aback for a moment, then looked away without saying a word.The doctor came back with the medicine and wanted to pass it to Zidui. Zidui lifted his chin slightly and said to Murongli, "Drink this bowl yourself."

Murongli took the medicine from the doctor's hand, raised his head and drank it without even trembling his eyebrows.After he finished drinking, he put the medicine bowl back into the doctor's hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

The doctor smiled politely, put the medicine bowl on the table, and respectfully said to Zidui, "Uh... I'm going to give you some medicine, Your Majesty, please avoid it first."

Zidui was taken aback for a moment, and when he realized where the "medication" came from, he couldn't help but blushed a little, said "oh" calmly, took a look at Murongli, and left with his sword.

The doctor smiled and turned to look at Geng Chen, Geng Chen was stunned, and pointed at himself, "It's just the medicine, I want to go out too?"

The doctor continued to squint and smile, until the corners of his eyes were wrinkled.Murong Li said to Geng Chen, "Since the doctor wants you to go out, I'm fine."

Geng Chen worriedly stared at the doctor and then left the tent.The doctor started to fiddle with his medicine box at the table, making plasters, and when he turned around, he saw Murongli was about to untie the gauze on his neck, "Hey, don't move, my lord, the cloth is wrapped with medicine, it's for the sword wound on your neck , don’t move around.”

Murongli was puzzled, "Sir, didn't you want to give me medicine?" He thought the doctor was going to change the medicine for the wound on his neck.

The doctor struggled for a moment, and explained, "It's not there..."

that's there?Murongli looked bewildered, the doctor finally couldn't hold back, and approached Murongli to explain a few words to him in a low voice.

Murong Li's face turned red in an instant, and the doctor was very embarrassed seeing him like this, "Young master, don't be embarrassed, if you leave it alone, you may suffer serious illness." The doctor's parents were concerned, and the doctor immediately became serious when he mentioned the illness, "Dare to ask the young master if Ever had a broken heart?"

Murong Li suddenly raised his head, looked surprised, then nodded.

The doctor clapped his hands, as if he was very happy that his diagnosis had been verified, but suddenly felt that it was not good to be happy with the patient like this, coughed twice, and said solemnly, "That's it, you Zhongyuan's medical skills all pay attention to a solid foundation and training. Yuan, my lord, I know that you have hurt your heart veins, and you are fundamentally damaged, you should take good care of it, and now you have a fever for several days, you really can't be negligent!"

Murongli was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is it okay to raise it?"

"That's natural. If you are not healthy, you should rest. Don't overwork your mind." Murong Li closed his eyes and sighed softly, "Got it."

"The old doctor smiled and took the medicine, and asked, "The old man..."

"You... Put down the medicine, I will do it myself."

"Eh? Oh..." The old doctor put down the medicine, and when he walked to the door of the tent, he still reminded, "Young master must not be underestimated..."

When the tent finally calmed down, Murongli let out a long sigh of relief... He looked at the box of ointment in front of the bed, and his face felt slightly hot, and he couldn't tell whether it was fever or embarrassment.

Suddenly, I miss that person very much.

Tianquan Xuanwu Terrace.

Fatty looked at Zhi Ming who had finished approving book after book in front of him, and couldn't bear to say, "Your Majesty..."

Zhi Ming picked up a book and read it carefully, frowned, "Where is Zheng Xu?"

When Xiaopang heard that he said that it was related to the government, he couldn't help sighing heavily, frowned and said, "Your Majesty, it's been three days, and you haven't rested for a moment in these three days!"

Zhi Ming was stunned for a moment, but he didn't put down his pen, but said, "The will of the widow is passed on, Zheng Xu dismissed the marquis, demoted him to a commoner, and ordered the Shang Shutai to count the property in the mansion, which was not charged to the national treasury!"

Xiaopang couldn't help being shocked, Zhi Ming wanted to deal with Zheng Xu?Xiaopang Zheng Xu knows this. He is the magistrate of Lincheng County. Recently, someone went up to impeach Zheng Xu for acting arbitrarily in the fief and occupying good land. There are as many as [-] crimes. Zhiming has been secretly sending people Investigation, I am afraid that the evidence is conclusive now.It's just that Xiaopang never expected that Zhiming would directly change Zheng Xu's title. You must know that unlike Mo Lan, Zheng Xu inherited his father's title, that is, Zheng Xu's father was already a marquis. To save face, even if he commits a crime, he will not be killed, but now Zhiming has cut Zheng Xu's title, which will inevitably cause shock among the court officials.

Xiaopang was thinking to himself, Zhiming saw him not moving for a long time, frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Xiaopang hesitated, but dared not speak.

"Hmph, do you think the widow was punished severely?"

"Little Fatty doesn't dare." Xiao Fatty said aggrievedly.

The corner of Zhiming's lips curled up, obviously he was smiling, but it made people feel chills running down his spine, "Heavenly power does not support useless people, let alone people who are fish and meat." Zhiming threw the pen on the inkstone, and He took out a wooden hairpin from his bosom, stroked it carefully, his eyes were so gentle that water could condense, "Ah Li hates corrupt officials the most, if I don't kill Zheng Xu, it's the utmost benevolence."

These words are full of pampering, but it is creepy in this situation.

The colored glaze reflects the sun and shines brightly. Although the palace is not as simple and elegant as Tianquan, it has an exotic and luxurious atmosphere. In the palace decorated with colored glaze, Murongli is sitting lazily in the courtyard, basking in the sun. looking at the sun.

A group of palace servants came behind Zidui, and said in a loud voice, "Why, can this palace of this king still enter the eyes of the lord?"

Hearing the sound, Geng Chen immediately stood up, stared at Zi Dui closely, Zi Dui gave him a sideways glance, and said to Murong Li, "I have asked the medical officer, you should be fine."

Murongli stood up, and said calmly to Geng Chen, "You step back first."

Gengchen glanced at Zidui, and reluctantly left, Zidui also shrugged off the palace guards and guards with a smile.

"Master Liuli came to discuss with me about the pasture?" Murong Li said indifferently.

Zidui clasped his palms together, nodded and said, "Master Murong is really smart, he must have sorted out all the intricacies of my court thousands of miles away, right?"

"The lord of the country is also very smart. With the power of one person, he can stir up those entanglements and restrain each other."

Zi Dui looked up to the sky and laughed, and looked at Murongli coldly, "Master Murong, you're flattered."

Murong Li didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, and said bluntly, "The matter of the pasture..."

"Slow down!" Zi Dui said softly, "There is no rush for state affairs, this king still has two conditions."

Murongli looked directly at Zidui, "What do you want?"

"The lord is so refreshing," Zi Dui said with a smile, "First, I want Geng Chen to leave. Your guard keeps staring at me, and I feel very uncomfortable. I will have to discuss with the lord Murong in the future." Guo is," Zidui's eyes turned serious in an instant after speaking this time, "I have to be careful."

Murong Li nodded, "I can let Geng Chen leave."

"Master Murong is worthy of..."

"What about the second?" Murong Li interrupted Zidui and said bluntly.

"The lord is really in a hurry." Zi Dui looked at Murongli leisurely, with a pleasant smile, "This king is going to destroy your martial arts."

Qing Tong was taken aback.Zi Dui smiled, he saw panic in those indifferent eyes for the first time, even though the man tried his best to restrain himself, he knew he was afraid.

"This king can't be blamed for this. The master's martial arts is not inferior to this king. I am afraid that you and I will face each other day and night in the future. This king is just asking for peace of mind."

Seeing that Murongli was silent, Zi Dui smiled and said, "But don't worry, I give you three days, you should think about it carefully."

Zi Dui smiled and walked away, Murong Li lowered his eyes and stood quietly in the courtyard.

"My lord." As soon as Geng Chen entered the room, he saw Murongli drawing a picture, "It's already late at night, why doesn't your lord rest?"

"Go and bring this picture to Xiao Ran."

"Oh," Geng Chen took the picture, put it away carefully, and suddenly came back to his senses and said in surprise, "I'm going to find Xiao Ran, then who will protect the king?"

Murong Li paused, "You go back to Zhongyuan, but don't go back to Tianquan, and you can't go back to Yaoguang, and you must not let Zhiming know that you have gone back."

"What's the meaning of this, Your Majesty?" Geng Chen frowned.

Murongli sighed softly, "I want Zidui to be at ease with me."

Geng Chen looked at Murongli in a daze, shook his head in disbelief, and suddenly grabbed Murongli, "Your Majesty, let's go with your subordinates. It is not impossible to break out of the Liuli Palace with the martial arts of your majesty and your subordinates. Your Majesty has already handed over After leaving the king, the king escaped by himself, and he can't blame Tianquan."

Murongli looked at Geng Chen, and suddenly smiled lightly, "You've grown up."

"This subordinate is not joking!" Geng Chen watched Murong Li anxiously.

Murong Li sighed with a light smile, "I know, but I won't leave."

"Why?"

"What do you think of Zidui?"

Geng Chen said dissatisfiedly, "He is perverse and eccentric, and the weather is uncertain."

Murong Li shook his head, "But he is a good king. He seems to be erratic, but in fact his emotions and anger are not visible. Although he has a strange personality, he hides it. Just like Zi Yu died in Zhongyuan, He also hates Tianquan very much, but he has never disliked the Zhongyuan culture. Liuli... will sooner or later become a powerful country in the Western Regions, rather than letting him compete with Tianquan at that time, it is better to let him continue to have diplomatic relations with Tianquan for generations."

"What does the lord mean?"

"If you support Liuli, you can control the Western Regions. If you are a king, do you want the border to continue to be disturbed and the people to live in poverty, or do all nations come to the court and the country is peaceful and the people are safe?"

"Of course it's the latter, but that Zidui hates the king so much..."

"That's why I said he would be a good king. Although he hates me, he cares more about his world. Besides... I must get his sword."

"Sword?" Geng Chen was startled, "Could it be that his sword is what the king has been looking for?"

Murongli nodded, "Whether you like it or not, Zhiming has already taken the position of co-lord. The legend of Liuren, the eight strange swords, I will never let it fall into the hands of others."

Geng Chen looked at Murong Li distressedly, "Your Majesty has worked so hard for His Majesty, it's really hard work."

Thinking of that person, Murong Li's heart warmed up, "It's not hard."

Thinking of him, I just feel happy, even if I am happy, there is no such thing as hard work.

"This picture of the military formation is very complicated, and I haven't been able to understand all of it. Xiao Ran Xiu Bing said, you hand over this picture to him, and ask him to read it carefully."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, Geng Chen will not disgrace his mission!" Geng Chen turned around every step of the way, and said worriedly, "Your Majesty, take care of yourself!"

Murongli nodded and smiled slightly, "I promised Zhiming would take good care of myself, don't worry, go quickly."

After seeing off Geng Chen, Murongli raised his head and glanced at the sun setting in the courtyard, it was much brighter than that in Zhongyuan, it would be nice to watch such a beautiful sunset with him.

He must go back alive, he promised him.

Murongli raised his head and looked at the unknown flower branch beside him, Mo De stretched out his hand and tore off one, then turned around and stretched his arms, using the flower branch as a sword, dancing in the air, where the branch passed, it swept down a lot of flowers.

The wind blows by my ears...

"Spread your arms, bend over... Hey! Wrong!"

Snapped!It was the sound of Master slapping the sword on the table, "Lift up..."

"Ah!" Murong Li fell hard, his little face wrinkled up in pain, the whole palace doted on him, except for the master who taught martial arts.

……

"Master, why is it so hard to learn martial arts?" Murongli said aggrievedly.

This time, the master was not angry, but just sighed and asked him, "Why do you learn martial arts?"

"Help the country and protect the common people..."

"Bah! You alone can reach thousands of troops? You also help the common people. You were taught badly by those old men at such a young age."

"Don't call me a tutor." Murong Li muttered.

The master didn't argue with him, but still asked him why he learned martial arts.

Murongli thought about it, and finally came to a conclusion, "If someone dares to bully the person I like, I will fight back."

The words were very airy and childish, the master laughed loudly, and finally patted his head and said, "Remember, learning martial arts is to protect the people you value."

"Ok!"

"Are you still afraid of suffering?"

"Don't be afraid! Li'er doesn't think it's bitter at all!"

The branches settled down, the wind stopped, leaving only a smear of red on the ground, Murongli stood quietly with downcast eyes, suddenly laughed at himself, threw the branches, and went back to the room with his hands behind his back.

On the high platform in the distance, Zi Dui tasted the tea that Zhongyuan brought back, and said, "Zhongyuan's swordsmanship is really good."

At night, Zidui was reading at night with the light on in the study, when the palace servants came to report that Murong Li had arrived.

Zidui raised his eyes for a moment, and couldn't help but smile, this person really came...

"Hey, why is Lord Murong here?" Zi Dui suddenly realized, and smiled again, "It's only been a day..."

"Let's do it." Murong Li said indifferently.

Zidui was taken aback, staring at Murongli for a moment, then got up and walked in front of him, carefully sizing up those clear pupils, which were completely indifferent and alienated, as if the panic that day was just his illusion.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome," Zidui took out a bottle of medicine from his bosom. The small bottle inlaid with blue flowers looks very beautiful in the candlelight, but what's inside... As long as there is such a small bottle of medicine, this king and Lord Murong can discuss the affairs of the country together."

Murong Li looked at the bottle of medicine, as long as he drank it, the martial arts that he had spent countless cold and summer training would be wiped out.He knew that what he would lose at the same time would be his dignity and pride. It was this martial art that could protect him from being bullied after the country was ruined and his family was destroyed.

If a person can't even protect himself, how can he be proud?

"Master Murong," Zi Dui stared at Murongli, "If Lord Murong is afraid, you can..."

Before Zidui could finish speaking, Murongli snatched the medicine bottle from him neatly, drank it down, then put the medicine bottle back in Zidui's hand, looked at him, and said calmly, "Is it all right?"

Zidui stared blankly at the empty porcelain bottle in his hand, until the shouts of the palace people came from outside the door, he regained his senses in shock, and rushed out of the palace.

As soon as he went out, he saw Murong Li holding onto the porch, struggling to move forward, "Murong Li!"

Zidui called him.

Murong Li froze and turned his head slightly.His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, it was still early spring, but there were big beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, but there was no trace of resentment in those eyes looking at him.

"My lord... what else is there?" Murong Li breathed heavily, his brows furrowed.

Zidui was at a loss for words, "Are you... all right?"

Murongli closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to talk anymore, he turned around and wanted to leave, but unexpectedly he stumbled and fell to the ground, there were palace people around to help him, but Murongli suddenly let out a □□, although he tried his best to suppress it The sound can still make people feel the pain.

The surrounding palace people were all frightened, watching in twos and threes, wanting to help but not daring to step forward.

Murongli seemed to want to stand up, but fell down again, tried a few times, he gradually gave up, his hands were firmly dug into the wooden fence, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

Zidui was also stunned, until Murongli trembled uncontrollably, and the painful cries were more difficult to suppress than each other, Zidui suddenly came back to his senses and rushed to Murongli's side, hesitated for a moment, supported him, and asked, "Hey, how do you..."

Murongli fell into his arms, his brows furrowed deeply, he grabbed his clothes tightly, his teeth were bitten so tightly that he still let out a low hum of pain from time to time, Zidui's heart sank, he picked up Murongli and went to the bedroom walk.

"Don't touch me..." Murongli said with difficulty.

"Do you want to lie on the porch?"

"Don't touch me...please...it hurts..." Murongli seemed to be unable to care about what Zidui was saying.

Seeing him, Zidui frowned, quickened his pace, and yelled at the palace man, "Quick, get the medical officer, and Wu Yi, go to the temple and get Wu Yi!"

The palace people left in a hurry, and the bedroom was suddenly in turmoil.Zidui put Murongli on the bed, but Murongli suddenly pushed him away, rolled off the bed, curled up on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, as if in extreme pain.

The medical officer and Wu Yi came one after another, but Zi Duipeng didn't dare to touch Murongli, he asked the medical officer urgently, "What's wrong with him?"

This medical officer was the doctor who took Murongli's pulse in the military camp. He knew that Murongli was a very tough person. It was unbelievable to see him like this at first glance, "Your Majesty, did Mr. Murong eat anything?"

"He..." Zidui hesitated.

But Wu Yi seemed to have discovered something, jumped anxiously, pointed at Ziduijiliguala and said a lot of Liuli words, beating her chest and stamping her feet.

The more the medical officer heard it, the colder his heart became, and he said in panic, "Your Majesty, did you give him Xigusan?"

Zidui nodded.

"Hey! Your Majesty, where did you get the bone erosion powder! Didn't the previous king order it to be banned?"

Zidui glanced at Wu Yi, Wu Yi beat his chest and shook his head, muttering to himself, to the effect that he should never give this medicine to Zi Duihu, he is sorry for the gods, sorry for the world...

That Wu Yi was already seven or eighty years old, so old and crying, Zidui felt ashamed, "I don't know that this medicine is so overbearing!"

Wu Yi pointed at Zidui again and said, Zidui was afraid that he would make him angry, so he had to beg for mercy, "This king is wrong, can't you be wrong? Wu Yi, don't be angry."

Wu Yi still didn't buy it, and after being persuaded by the quilt for a while, she said that she wanted to go back and kneel to the gods to think about it.

"Don't...does this medicine have an antidote?" Zi Dui asked.

Wu Yi turned around, gave Zidui a sad look, shook her head and left with a sigh.

Zidui's heart sank suddenly, and he said to the doctor, "Is there really no antidote?"

"Does your majesty think this is a story told by the storyteller? Isn't this the antidote?" The medical officer asked urgently, "This medicine is used to torture those secret agents and assassins, although it won't kill people directly. But most of all, it destroys people's will, and if you take it, you will have bone-piercing pain, and it is not easy for ordinary sinners to use it, how can the king use it on people at will!"

The two were talking, when suddenly there was a roar, Murong Li stood up at some point, snatched the decorative machete from the wooden stand, and wiped it towards his neck with his backhand...

"Murong Li!" Zi Dui exclaimed in shock.

The knife came to a halt at the slightest point, the call seemed to make Murongli regain some consciousness, he stared blankly at the knife in his hand, and thought for a moment that he couldn't die, Zhiming would be sad if he died.

His hands trembled slightly, and the knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

It was only a moment of clarity, his whole body was bitten by thousands of insects, the pain of ice and fire swept away all his reason again, Murong Li slammed into the door rail, slipped down again, and pulled off the curtain on the door rail.

Zidui strode forward and grabbed him into his arms, Murongli was still struggling in pain, Zidui roared, "Can't you give him some medicine to make him not hurt so much?"

The medical officer shook his head helplessly, "Your Majesty, unless he carries it by himself."

"How long will he be like this?"

The medical officer hesitated, "At least seven hours."

Zidui almost didn't take it in one breath, the pain of this medicine will last for seven hours...

He stared blankly at the person in his arms, his delicate face became distorted by the pain, and it was the first time he saw a person so painful that even his lips and even the muscles of his body trembled.

"Murong Li..." Zidui said in a daze...

Finally at the third watch, Xu Shi exhausted all his strength, and Murongli had no strength to struggle any more. He leaned against Zi Dui's arms, his whole body was soaked in sweat, and kept muttering.

"What did you say?" Zidui asked.

"It hurts...it hurts...it hurts..."

"Where does it hurt?" Zi Dui hugged him tightly, but if he hugged him loosely, he might roll out of bed again.

"Zhiming...Zhiming...I hurt...Zhiming hurts..."

Zidui was stunned, and snorted softly, "Aren't you very smart? That person sent you to Liuli under such circumstances. Is it worth it for him?"

"Zhi Ming... Zhi Ming..." Murong Li was still raving.

Zidui sighed helplessly, "I thought my younger brother was stupid enough, but I didn't expect there to be someone as stupid as him."

"Murong Li, I'm sorry..."

"Ali!"

There was a sudden exclamation in the study of Xuanwu Terrace!

Arjun, who was dozing off at the side, woke up suddenly, and panicked, "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Zhi Ming propped his desk, stroked his heart, frowned and said, "My widow... I heard Ah Li calling my widow."

Arjun was taken aback, and said worriedly, "Your Majesty must miss the King too much, it's just a dream."

"No..." Zhi Ming dreamed of Murong Li for the first time, but he never felt restless like tonight, his heart was beating violently, "A Li...something must have happened to A Li!"

"Your Majesty..." Arjun was very worried when he saw him like this, "Your Majesty, stop thinking about it, it's already three o'clock, if the king comes back, but his majesty falls ill, how sad is the king?"

Zhi Ming stared blankly at Ah Qiong, of course he didn't want to make his Ah Li sad, but...

Zhiming picked up the pen, took an empty booklet, wrote it quickly, and then handed the booklet to Ah Qiong, "Let Shang Shutai send an envoy to send Liuli to Liuli tomorrow morning, and tell Zidui that if Ah Li loses a hair, The widow will definitely crush Liuli!"

The next day, it was almost noon.

Murongli slowly opened his eyes, looking at the bright sunlight in the room, he felt dazed, wondering if he was in the underworld or where?

It was just one night, and he died again, but this time, it was much more difficult than the last time.

"you're awake?"

A voice came from above his head, and Murongli was startled, only then did he realize that he was lying in Zidui's arms, he was about to get up, but his limbs were weak, and he fell back again.

"Let me go!" Although there was no strength, the voice was as cold as a gust of wind wrapped in frost and snow.

Zidui was taken aback in embarrassment, carefully helped him to lie down, and asked tentatively, "Are you still in pain?"

Murongli raised his head, cast a glance at Zidui, then closed his eyes again, and said wearily, "Is the lord satisfied now?"

Zidui opened his mouth, pursed his lips and stared at Murongli for a long time before saying in a low voice, "This king has not abolished your martial arts."

Murong Li closed his eyes and lay quietly.

"If you don't believe me, try it. The reason you can't use your strength now is because your strength was exhausted last night, and you will recover." Zidui explained, "Really, Liuli doesn't have any medicine that can disable people's martial arts. What you take is from the previous day. The medicine used to torture secret agents has never been used since the king's father, and the king didn't know that it would be so cruel... This king just wanted to try you, but you actually drank it... ...But Ziyu also died because of you, you..."

Zidui sighed discouragedly, he didn't know what he was talking about anymore, he stared at Murongli for a long time, and said slowly, "I'm sorry."

Murongli opened his eyes in surprise, and smiled faintly, "Yesterday...you were the one who stopped me, right?"

Zidui paused for a moment, then remembered that Murongli was referring to him holding the knife, and hummed.

"Thank you." Murong Li sighed quietly, turned his body slightly, and fell into a deep sleep.

Zidui stared blankly at Murongli, and unconsciously clenched the sword at his waist.

Is this person in front of me really human?No one has ever been able to survive Xigusan. Because of this, Xizuo either died of pain or committed suicide. The courtiers thought that since the medicine was cruel and useless, they used it.

But this person survived, calling that person's name for a full seven hours.