In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the furnishings are exquisitely arranged everywhere, and all the ornaments are invaluable. The dragon burning in the house is vigorous, and the indoor temperature is like spring all year round.
In contrast, the Green Bamboo Pavilion, where Wei Lian lived, was a bit desolate.
The palace servant opened the bead curtain, Ji Yue hugged Wei Lian into the bedroom, lifted the curtain, and put him on the dragon couch.
As soon as he touched the soft bed, Wei Lian felt so comfortable that he didn't want to get up, and wanted to roll on it.
The king of Qin lived a fairy life.
The small wooden bed in the Green Bamboo Pavilion was so terrifying that Wei Lian had difficulty even turning over.
Wei Lian felt a little dizzy, thinking that he was suffering from a cold. After spending so long in the snow, it doesn't make any sense.
Wei Lian still didn't know what he looked like in the eyes of King Qin.
In Ji Yue's eyes, he saw a beautiful painting.
The beauty closed her eyes, her eyelashes were long, her cheeks were flushed, the blue silk was spread on the bed, and her slender fingers grasped the quilt unconsciously. He frowned, restrained and vulnerable.
The end is the appearance of sick bones and unparalleled elegance.
"Go and get the imperial doctor." Ji Yue ordered in a low voice.
The palace servant bowed his knees: "No."
Ji Yue stopped him: "Also, prepare another bowl of ginger soup."
The palace servant was stunned for a moment, and saluted again.
The moment he turned around, he thought to himself, this guard is really lucky.
He has been serving His Majesty for so many years, and he has never seen anyone who cares about His Majesty.
Wei Lian felt uncomfortable, but he wasn't confused yet.
He is a person who grew up in the dangers of the deep palace, no matter what the circumstances are, he will keep himself sober, and will not let himself fall into the situation of being slaughtered by others.
But he still pretended to be confused, with his eyes closed and his posture weak.
He didn't want to talk to King Qin for the time being.
Save yourself from accidentally saying the wrong thing and having your tongue cut off.
His drowsy brain is not so bright now, and he can come up with many words in an instant to escape punishment.
The imperial physician arrived soon to diagnose Wei Lian's pulse.
Wei Lian's hands are very beautiful. The ten fingers are like jade, the wrist is slender, and the soft weeds of a woman are not as good as his.
What Ji Yue noticed was the thin cocoon at the mouth of Wei Lian's palm.
That is the cocoon that only those who practice martial arts have.
Ji Yue's eyes darkened.
According to the results of his investigation, Gongzi Lian does not know how to use martial arts.
Could it be another assassin sent by the State of Chu to assassinate him
Or, in detail
The imperial doctor quickly finished the diagnosis and said to the King of Qin: "Go back to your majesty, the bodyguard is cold and has a high fever, so the Weichen prescribes the medicine and takes it."
Ji Yue said quietly, "Show him his knee."
The imperial physician was stunned for a moment, but still rolled Wei Lian's trousers onto his knees, revealing a section of his fair calf.
His knees were black and blue, falling on the snow-white skin, shocking.
The imperial doctor was shocked, the injury was clearly caused by kneeling for a long time...
God's heart is unpredictable. The imperial doctor did not dare to think deeply, and after a little inspection, he said to Ji Yue: "Although it is serious, it is good that there are some skin injuries, and some ointment can be cured."
Ji Yue smiled but not smiled: "Then why don't you wipe him?"
Looking at what he does, do you still expect him to personally administer medicine
The imperial doctor hesitated: "When the wound medicine is applied, there will be pain. If you use Yurong ointment, it will be painless and the effect will be quick. I don't know your majesty..."
Yurong paste is precious, and only His Majesty can use it on weekdays. Now that His Majesty seemed to care a little about the Servant of the Guard, the imperial physician dared to ask one more question.
Ji Yue's smile did not diminish, but what he said hurt people: "A proton should also be used with Yurong ointment? Waiting for the pain medicine to give him is a flattery."
The imperial doctor shivered: "No."
He thought that His Majesty asked him to come to see the Servant of the Guards because he felt bad for others.
Sure enough, he thought too much. No one can feel bad for your Majesty. Poor Servant of the Guard, who is a beautiful woman, to meet such a ruthless king as His Majesty.
The imperial physician was of a certain age, and he also had grandchildren at home, who were similar in age to Wei Lian. No matter how much he hated the people of Chu, seeing Wei Lian who was in such a miserable condition at a young age, he couldn't help feeling pity.
Wei Lian closed his eyes and listened to the conversation between King Qin and the imperial physician clearly, and gave King Qin a hard note in his heart.
The imperial doctor took out the wound medicine from the medical box, wiped it a little, and carefully touched Shang Weilian's knee.
Almost at the moment of contact, Wei Lian let out a pained cry, frowning even tighter.
The imperial physician paused, and seeing Ji Yue's expression remained unchanged, he gritted his teeth and wiped it off again.
Wei Lian immediately burst into tears, grabbed Ji Yue's sleeve, and called out unconsciously, "Mother, don't go..."
Ji Yue, who suddenly became a mother: "..."
The Imperial Physician also shook his hands, suspecting that he would be silenced.
Ji Yue lowered his eyes and wanted to retract his sleeves, but the young man who was sick was pulling his sleeves so hard that he couldn't loosen them for a while.
Ji Yue was a little impatient and wanted to shake it away, but the young man called out again in a hoarse voice: "...A Lian hurts so much."
"Mother... don't leave A Lian behind." The young man looked extremely vulnerable in his dream, "I miss you so much... I feel so uncomfortable..."
Ji Yue's strength suddenly loosened.
He let Wei Lian tug at his sleeve, and ordered the imperial doctor in a cold voice, "Use Yurong paste. Let him shut up."
Imperial Physician: "... promise."
Did he witness the birth of His Majesty's nemesis? ?
Yurong paste was really painless and effective, and after using Guardian Lian, there was no more pain, and the hand holding King Qin's sleeve was also released.
The pain of taking the medicine is actually within the range of Wei Lian's tolerance. It's just that he can't feel the pain, why should he endure the pain? Wei Lian knew from a very young age that people should be kind to themselves. And any benefits, have to rely on their own to fight for.
What's more, if you can shout "mother" in response to the King of Qin, why not do it.
It's just a play. Wei Lian business is very skilled.
The skill of acting on the scene, he had already practiced to the full point in the palace of the King of Chu.
With Yurong Cream, the wounds on the knees will fade at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it will be fine after a day or two of care.
After the imperial doctor applied the ointment, he bowed and retired, leaving the space for the two of them.
Ji Yue looked at the young man on the couch with a mocking expression.
Since he had checked Gongzi Lian, he knew that Wei Lian's biological mother had died early, and that there was only one adoptive mother, Concubine Yan, who also gave birth to Gongzi Yan.
Gongzi Yan ranked ninth and was born after Gongzi Lianhou. Ji Yue didn't have to think about it to know what Concubine Yan's idea of adopting Wei Lianda was, it was nothing more than finding a heir. Later, when I had my own son, the adopted son became less important. Otherwise, Wei Lian would not have been sent as the abandoned son of Chu.
Such a woman makes young people miss her.
I don't know if it's really stupid or fake.
After thinking about it, the ginger soup has been delivered, and the medicine is still boiling. Ji Yue helped the young man up and poured him the whole bowl of ginger soup mercilessly.
"Cough cough..." Wei Lian couldn't hold it back after being so upset, he pretended to wake up and coughed.
… He has to wake up even if he doesn’t. With such a rude irrigation method by King Qin, he clearly wanted to choke him to death.
"You're awake." Ji Yuepi smiled but said, "Drink the ginger soup by yourself."
The young man stared at him blankly, with a dazed expression: "You are..."
Not awake yet.
Ji Yue coldly ordered: "Drink. If you don't drink, get out and kneel for another two hours."
The young man was startled, his expression was a little aggrieved, but he still took the bowl obediently and gulped it down, as if he was really afraid that Ji Yue would punish him for kneeling again.
He was very good-looking, and even if he drank the soup, his movements were elegant and gentle. At the end, there was a little soup stain on the corner of his mouth, and he carefully licked it with the tip of his tongue, like a lazy and cute cat.
Ji Yue's mouth suddenly became dry.
At this time, the palace servant came in again holding the medicine bowl and said, "Your Majesty, the medicine is ready."
Ji Yue picked up the medicine bowl: "Go back."
"promise."
The palace servant left, Ji Yue turned around, but saw the young man shrink back in horror: "I don't want to drink this!"
Ji Yue squinted his eyes: "What did you say?"
No one has ever dared to say no to the King of Qin.
The young man shook his head and tucked his knees at the head of the bed: "I smell the medicine... The medicine is bitter, I don't want to drink it."
Ji Yue threatened: "Kneel down if you don't drink."
The young man still shook his head: "I don't want it."
Ji Yue's voice became cold: "Four hours."
Four hours, that is, kneeling all night.
The young man said with red eyes: "You let me continue to kneel! I would rather kneel to death than drink medicine."
Ji Yue almost laughed angrily.
He didn't know that Wei Lian was so childish after his illness, but it was different from the gentle and quiet young man he had seen during the day.
Really burnt out.
It's not that Wei Lian is really confused, and it's not that he really can't drink medicine.
He has suffered all kinds of hardships, is he still afraid of this bowl of medicine
He's just doing it to the proper extent.
When he was awake, he had to be cautious. Only at this time could he show a different side to attract the King of Qin.
Wei Lian is also testing the bottom line of King Qin's tolerance for him, and strives for a greater degree of freedom for himself in the future.
Once it exceeds this degree, he naturally knows how to close it when it is good.
Now it seems... King Qin seems to be quite satisfied with this kind of thing.
At least not really let him go out and continue to kneel.
"Do you want to let Gu personally feed you?" Ji Yue asked.
Wei Lian was speechless.
He felt that King Qin would not be so kind.
Sure enough, Ji Yue's next sentence was: "Since you don't drink medicine, it's useless to keep your tongue, so just cut it off."
Wei Lian: "..."
He knows it!
He didn't dare to try it out.
I always felt that if he continued, Qin Wangzhen, who was still smiling slightly, would immediately change his face and cut his tongue.
She looks like a beauty, and she has the heart of a snake.
Wei Lian looked frightened, with a bitter face, grabbed the spoon, and drank the medicine in small sips.
As soon as I saw the bottom, I couldn't wait to light up the bowl: "Look, I'm done drinking."
Ji Yue gave a soft "um" and gave Wei Lian a candied fruit that had already been prepared.
Wei Lian: Oh, slap a sweet jujube, do you think it will eliminate my determination to kill you
Wei Lian: "One is not enough, I want one."
Ji Yue was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily.
"You're more interesting than before."
Wei Lian thought to himself: King Qin likes this
A little silly and sweet.
It's okay, he can act too.
Wei Lian looked at Ji Yue seriously: "Then, is there any more?"
Ji Yue smiled: "Yes."
"But you have to bathe first and come back to taste."
The whole body is cold, and it is still necessary to soak in hot soup to get rid of the cold.
Wei Lian said obediently, "Okay."