Unsuccessful

After drinking a bowl of warm blood, Feng Tuo's originally pale complexion quickly healed up to a normal color.

Seeing this, Jing Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and moved his body leaning against the bedpost even further.

Feng Yuan frowned, now this person might not be able to kill him for a while.

"Tuo'er's serious illness more than ten years ago..." Feng Yuan felt that there was something deeper hidden in it.

"That's right, there is no such thing as a legendary Qianjin Fang at all, it's just my brainchild." Although Jing Luo answered the emperor's question, he looked at the person lying quietly on the bed with perfect eyes, feeling a little pain in his heart, But it's worth it.

No wonder, Feng Zhuo would accept a useless person as a foster son, so there was such a reason, fortunately, he spent a lot of time finding someone to investigate Jing Luo's details carefully, Feng Yuan squinted his eyes and thought.

"But how do you know that your hard work can save Tuo'er's life?"

"It was a monk who traveled all over the world who told me. At that time, I was in exile, and he asked me if I would like to have enough food and clothing in the future. Of course I did, and then he let me go to Prince Mu's Mansion." Jing Luo He spoke slowly, but even softly.

"Your Majesty," Jing Luo propped himself up and knelt down on the ground, and bowed to Feng Yuan, "Please think again, Your Majesty, I don't want to... After A Tuo suffered through this pain, His Majesty must have other ways."

"But I don't think so. Do you know the status of Prince Mu in the court? You also know that this status is not based on the honor and favor I gave, but on the military power of more than half of the Xia Dynasty!"

Feng Yuan stared at this person with complicated emotions for a while, and Feng Yuan did not want Tuo'er to lose his close relative, but is there really a peaceful solution?The first emperor had so many sons, and the intrigue among the sons never ceased after he reigned for a short time. As the eldest son, Feng Yuan can be said to be the enemy of everyone. He has become accustomed to eating, drinking, and wearing poisonous clothes, and being assassinated on the road. Feng Yuan has long believed that people's hearts are always sinister, not to mention Prince Mu, who has won the sacred heart of the late emperor, even though he is Tuo'er's biological father, Tuo'er was raised by him!

Every time I dream back at midnight, there will be a scene where Prince Mu raises his troops to force the palace, which makes this young and suspicious emperor wish to get rid of him quickly.

"Your majesty, you only see the adoptive father sit back and enjoy the success, but you don't know that the adoptive father has devoted all his efforts to the Great Xia territory? I have heard the adoptive father and the adoptive mother talk about being tired many times, but the adoptive mother said that this is the responsibility of the adoptive father, so she reprimanded the adoptive father. Said that he knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day long. Does the emperor regard the painstaking efforts of his adoptive father and adoptive mother as monopolizing power?" Jing Luo knelt on the ground and straightened his spine.

Feng Yuan murmured, his heart was extremely entangled, he had to say that Jing Luo's words touched the emperor's cold heart, and the Mu Wangfu who wanted to get rid of it was shaken a few times, but...

"Why isn't Tuo'er awake?" Feng Yuan changed the subject, but Jing Luo didn't feel reassured.

Jing Luo kowtowed, "Your Majesty, please think again. I have asked my adoptive father what he thinks, and my foster father will not do anything presumptuous."

"Get up." Feng Yuan waved his hand, sitting on the edge of the bed and thinking silently, no, in order for Tuo'er to stay by his side, Jing Luo must die, Mu Palace...

Jing Luo stood up, still feeling that something was wrong, but he lost too much blood, and his head felt dizzy, and he couldn't think about things carefully, otherwise the pain would be severe. ", but I still have a chance to turn around and make up for the mistakes I made...

And the emperor didn't say to let the imperial physician who was guarding outside come in to show Jing Luo, he simply planned to ignore it and let him fend for himself.

The two stayed in the middle of the night, but Feng Tuo didn't wake up. The imperial doctor was called in to check the pulse several times, and they all said that there was no problem. Still have to read it.

It was dawn, but Jing Luo didn't even close his eyes, "Hmm..." The person on the bed made a sound, as if he was about to wake up, Jing Luo didn't know where to stay, so after thinking about it, he decided to go out and call Gong The man came in to serve, staggered to his feet, and was held by the corner of his clothes before he could take a step.

"A Luo..." Feng Tuo, who had just woken up from a half-day tour of the underworld, felt that it was good to meet an acquaintance.

"Wake up, I'll go out and ask someone to come in and take care of you." Contrary to the meticulousness before, Jing Luo turned his back and spoke as calmly as possible.

"A Luo, can you not leave?" Feng Tuo felt that it must be that the poison of the incense hadn't completely gone, otherwise why would his chest feel tight when looking at A Luo's back?

Jing Luo, who had been tense all night, was tired and weak at the moment, and felt that he was so weak that he couldn't even break free from the man's two fingers.

Seeing that Jing Luo didn't speak or move, Feng Tuo suspected that he hadn't been cured, but he had completely forgotten what happened yesterday.

"A Luo, am I dying, so you..."

"What nonsense, you have been cured, but the poison is very deep, so your body is weak now." Jing Luo turned around and said with a frown.

Jing Luo was most afraid of hearing the word "death" from Feng Tuo's mouth, because Jing Luo felt that for so many years, he was robbing the king of hell, and Feng Tuo would go if he couldn't.

"Oh, then Ah Luo you..."

"Fool, I'm afraid that you won't want to see me when you wake up. After all, I did something wrong yesterday, and I'm afraid that hanging around in front of you will annoy you." Jing Luo paused, half-kneeling by the bed, and said seriously, "A Tuo, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I shouldn't have treated you that way, I'm sorry."

Feng Tuo stared blankly at the half-kneeling person beside the bed, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, Feng Tuo could clearly see the dark marks on Jing Luo's robe, and the faint smell of blood surrounding the tip of his nose and mouth, Feng Tuo slowly opened his eyes wide, even Feng Tuo saw The golden bowl on the table, the dagger left untied.

Stomach churned, Fengtuo managed to suppress it, "Who saved me?"

Jing Luo was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Of course it's the imperial doctor of the imperial hospital. Why do you ask such a question?"

"Jing Luo, when you say you are an imperial physician, can you answer me after you have arranged everything!" Feng Tuo roared angrily, not at all like a patient, but Jing Luo's paper-pale face was very scary.

"I..." Jing Luo had nothing to say, being caught, Feng Tuo woke up suddenly, and wanted to go out while he was still awake, but unexpectedly.

"Tell me." Feng Tuo stared at the top of the bed, but his fingers were still pinching Jing Luo's sleeve.

"It's nothing, it's just a bowl of blood." Jing Luo took off that hand, put it back under the quilt and tucked it in.

"It's nothing...Then have you ever thought about me? Have you ever thought about my willingness? Is it okay to kill you? Ah?" Feng Tuo stared at the top of the bed, his eyes quickly turned red, tears gathered, and finally in a certain place The dike burst in a moment, rushed down the corner of the eye, disappeared into the hair, but this does not mean that it has not been here.

"A Tuo, don't cry, don't cry, I am willing, a bowl of blood can save your life." Jing Luo only felt dizzy, excessive blood loss, lack of rest, and serious injuries made him extremely difficult.

Feng Tuo also felt that crying was disappointing, so he pouted and ordered in a soft voice, "I won't cry, but you have to rest!"

Jing Luo saw that the tears that kept falling were slowing down, so he quickly agreed, got up and walked out, "What are you doing! Come back!"

Jing Luo: "???"

Feng Tuo: "Rest next to me!"

Jing Luo: "..."

Feng Tuo pulled Jing Luo onto the bed, Jing Luo was still quite dazed, it wasn't until the quilt was covered that Jing Luo turned around and asked, "A Tuo, don't you hate me anymore?"

Feng Tuo: "Shut up and sleep!"

Jing Luo: "..."

Warm quilt, even with someone you like next to you, worry, fear, anxiety and loss can be put aside, endless exhaustion invaded, Jing Luo didn't even have time to look at the person next to him before falling into a deep sleep.

"Jing Luo?" Feng Tuo felt that he had slept for a long time and didn't want to sleep anymore, so he looked at Jing Luo on his stomach and called out softly. Seeing no one answered, he sighed and replied, "It should be me and You say I'm sorry, it's dragging you down again," Feng Tuo slowly touched Jing Luo's finger, and murmured, "The wound must be very painful, I feel it too..."

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