Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

That strange, needle-like feeling on his back became more and more intense.

Whether it's the most common up and down court, or occasionally passing by the imperial garden, and finally just calling a group of dancing girls and musicians to play in the palace, Jiang Chi often feels as if someone is staring at him coolly behind him.

He looked back, but everything was quiet and nothing happened.

This kind of cool gaze that appeared from time to time made the little emperor feel like a frightened bird, and he felt that something was wrong all over his body.

The little emperor fell ill for no reason in the middle of the night, shrunk into a small ball of thin white fingers, grasped his chest and gasped softly, a large sickly blush inevitably appeared on his cheeks.

The little emperor's illness was a big deal, the whole palace exploded, the maids and eunuchs were sweating in anxiety, the old doctor in the imperial hospital was dug out in the middle of the night, trembling with the medicine box. The emperor's bedroom rushed.

The regent walked into the bedroom with a serious face, and happened to be face to face with Lan Zhaoyi who was sitting next to Jiang Chi.

The green-eyed glamorous woman held the boy's cold hand distressedly, her deep and heroic eyes looked at Jiang Yun with a hint of contempt.

The regent's forehead had a twitching vein. If it wasn't for the fact that the little emperor was still sick, he would have dragged this flamboyant woman down immediately and executed her.

"If you weren't here, you probably wouldn't have caused Xiao Chi to get sick."

Jiang Yun glanced coldly at the hands they were holding, and drove the woman away from Jiang Chi without any refusal.

Although Lan Zhaoyi was reluctant, she was still a "weak" woman. How could she beat a muscular man like Jiang Yun with strength alone, so she gritted her teeth and let go.

"Your Majesty took pity on your concubines, that's why you asked them to stay with you. If your concubines leave, how can you take good care of your majesty?" The woman's tone was slow, and there was a hint of sternness in her eyes when she looked at Jiang Yun .

Relying on his stature, Jiang Yun easily wrapped the young man on the dragon couch in his arms.

Jiang Chi's eyes were now blurred with tears, and he couldn't see who was coming, but the familiar breath in the man's arms made him slowly relax his tense muscles.

His illness is also strange to say, the onset is always without symptoms, and it will not really hurt his life, but every time it is enough that he can only lie on the bed like a dry fish out of water, except in the arms of men, He has nowhere to go.

It was like this every time he got sick, Jiang Yun would hold him in his arms and comfort him in a low voice, slowly and gently rub the knot in his chest for him.

The regent lovingly brushed away the wet black hair on the boy's icy cheeks, and reluctantly let go of the doctor when he scrambled in.

The old doctor seemed to be used to the regent's meticulous care of the little emperor. Even if the little emperor could only lean on the man's chest to receive his pulse, he just pinched the young man's slender wrist tremblingly with his cloudy eyes lowered.

Jiang Yun felt that he didn't need to be so obsessed with a vixen who suddenly appeared, but when he thought that this woman had spent so much time with Jiang Chi, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth.

what is this?

It's just a dancer who was paid tribute by the Yue Kingdom. In terms of background and ability, which point is she better than him?

What's more, every time Jiang Chi got sick, he was by his side to take good care of him.

Jiang Yun would never admit that he was at the same level as this woman who appeared out of nowhere. He sneered and was about to chase her away: "What is Lan Zhaoyi still doing here? She seduced the emperor and caused His Majesty's body to be damaged. If something really happened , ten lives are not enough for you to die."

The green-eyed woman gave a tit-for-tat sneer, she lowered her voice, and a red provocation appeared in her dark green eyes:

"His Majesty King Liang is so majestic. Don't you think that the courtiers don't know who caused the trouble for His Majesty's current body?"

Jiang Yun's complexion changed, knowing that Jiang Chi couldn't hear clearly, but he still covered the boy's cold ears with his hands, and showed a warm smile to the woman from Yue country:

"Is Lan Zhaoyi caring a little too much? Since you are a female family member in the palace, then keep your own duty. If you encounter something that you shouldn't touch, even the gods will not be able to save you."

"Zheng Ze!" the Regent suddenly said.

The eunuch who was in charge of taking care of the little emperor stepped forward immediately: "The servant is here."

Jiang Yun's eyes were gloomy, and he looked at Lan Zhaoyi as if he was looking at a dead person: "Send Lan Zhaoyi back to the palace, bewitch the emperor, endanger the dragon's body, be punished for thirty years, and be grounded for three months."

This penalty is really heavy enough.

If this Lan Zhaoyi is really a weak and slender woman, after thirty court sticks, she will be disabled even if she does not die, then naturally she will not be able to keep hooking the little emperor's mind.

Mu Xin smiled faintly: "Do you think this will make His Majesty the only one in your heart?"

He bit the woman's slender and soft voice: "You are too naive, Your Highness King Liang."

Jiang Yun has monopolized the power for so many years, except for willingly serving the little emperor as a loyal minister and enduring the little emperor's temper, no one else has the right to talk to him like this.

This was a blatant provocation that stepped on Jiang Yun's body. How could a person like Jiang Yun bear this breath?

But the little emperor seemed to have finally woken up from the chaos of hot and cold, he took a hard breath, and his porcelain white fingers grasped the man's belt tightly.

"Uncle Royal."

The little emperor was very tired, he loosened his belt, grabbed the man's hand and placed it on his heart indiscriminately, with a trembling cry at the end: "I'm in pain, please help me, Uncle Emperor."

The little emperor said so, and Jiang Yun naturally had no time to deal with this vixen from Yue, so he just asked the eunuch to take him down.

Lan Zhaoyi froze for a moment, looking at the snow-white little emperor curled up in a small ball in the man's arms, at his blue eyes covered with tear film, and at the ice-blue earrings that swayed slightly with his movements.

Jiang Chi was saving his life.

The little emperor knew that he had no real power, and the people in the palace would not really listen to him, so he had no choice but to use his body, like a beautiful concubine in Goulan tiles, to exchange his frail and white body for a little pity and sympathy from his benefactor. .

Jiang Yun felt much more at ease after driving away the annoying people, coaxing the little emperor who seemed to have a fever in a low voice, while kissing the young man's crimson nose, while kneading the slightly undulating white flesh on his chest. Smooth soft meat.

Every part of Jiang Chi's skin and flesh is well nourished, white and plump, and bright red sweet juice seems to ooze out when pinched lightly.Jiang Yun's palm is wide and his skin color is slightly dark, which makes the young man look like a weak orphan, which is cruelly held in the palm of the man's hand. With a light touch, it seems to be able to touch the little girl struggling to beat in the chest. heart.

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Chi, the emperor's uncle is here." When Jiang Chi was sick, the regent would appear extra gentle, and those tyrannical and despicable thoughts were well hidden under the meticulous care of the man.

The naive and clumsy little emperor once thought that Jiang Yun would not bully him as long as he was sick, so he stubbornly refused to take the medicine, and in the end he was forcibly pinched by a man and performed the first blasphemy in the little emperor's life.

The boy looked at the man's smooth and firm muscles with some fear through the misty rain curtain. Fortunately, he didn't go in, otherwise his stomach would burst.

Jiang Chi couldn't help but turn pale when he thought of his bloody stomach.

Since then, he has been more obedient to Jiang Yun, for fear that if he is unhappy, his stomach will be broken.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Jiang Chi grabbed the man's wrist and said in a low voice, "Uncle Huang, rub it for me again, I'm afraid."

He is so pitiful, but also deceptive.

Jiang Yun felt that the blood in his whole body was flowing to one place, even on the battlefield, there was never such a time when the blood was boiling.

Unfortunately, the little emperor was ill at this time, and his weak body could never bear him.

"Xiaochi, when Xiaochi recovers from illness this time, marry me."

Oh, man, he doesn't want it.

The boy lost his mind slightly in the high fever, and innocently opened his beautiful water-colored eyes wide, as if he didn't listen to Jiang Yun's words at all.

Jiang Yun had no reason to be serious with a patient, no matter how upset he was, he had no choice but to concentrate on making a humanoid massage chair for the little emperor.

The little maid came forward cautiously carrying the bowl of extremely bitter soup.

"Liang Wangdian, Your Highness, Your Majesty's medicine has been boiled." Zhihe's voice trembled.

Jiang Chi was dizzy from the fever, but he could hear the word "medicine" clearly, and his face became a little bitter, as if he had already tasted the pain that would make life worse than death.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and happened to see the familiar and delicate face of the little maid.

Jiang Chi nestled in Jiang Yun's arms, and winked at the little maid calmly.

Zhihe inexplicably understood what the little emperor meant, and said to Jiang Yun tremblingly: "Your Highness, this medicine is still boiling hot, so it needs to be put in place for a while."

With King Liang's permission, she secretly went to see the little emperor again,

The little emperor smiled mischievously at her with his bright red face.

The girl seemed to be in a dream, her footsteps were a little erratic, and she walked away dizzy without touching her feet.

Your Majesty, just smiled at me.

She held her hot cheeks in disbelief.

Jiang Chi lay obediently in the man's arms, and said in a soft voice, "I'll drink the medicine later. Now that the border war is tense, the memorials to be dealt with are enough for the emperor to worry about. You should go back."

It was rare for the little emperor to be so considerate to him.

Xi Guanyue and Jiang Yun control the state affairs with one article and one military. They always fight openly and covertly at ordinary times. Head over heels.

Thinking that Jiang Chi has been very obedient recently, Jiang Yun pondered for a while, bit the boy's lip reluctantly, insisting on forcing tears out of his eyes, then straightened his clothes and left.

Jiang Chi hugged the quilt and waited for the heat in his body to subside slowly. After making sure that Jiang Yun would not go back and forth, he immediately jumped up and poured the bowl of decoction directly into the flower pot planted with rare peonies.