Unlike the small wooden barrels in the Green Bamboo Pavilion, the emperor bathed in a dedicated Tangquan Palace. There is a huge soup pool inside. The white jade is the wall, the faucet spits water, and the ground heat is burning underneath, which is warm and comfortable, the most comfortable.
Wei Lian took off his clothes, hung them on the screen, and stepped on the jade steps with bare feet and slowly immersed in the water. Ink hair floated on the water, and the lustrous skin was a little white and reddish by the steam.
The water droplets flowed down the delicate collarbone and the graceful spine, the young man scooped up a spoonful of warm water and poured it on himself, mist enveloping his delicate and lazy brows.
The eyes reflected in the water were deep and restrained, and with a quick smile, it was instantly beautiful and moving, like a soul-sucking fairy in the water.
Wei Lian didn't delay for too long, and after a while, he wiped his body and took out the prepared middle clothes to put on. The thin clothes made him look thinner.
Wei Lian thought he should go back to the sleeping hall to eat candied fruit after taking a bath.
In the end, the palace servant did not take him back, but bypassed the screen and showed him a few things on the table.
Standing beside the table was Li Fuquan, the chief eunuch.
Wei Lian looked at the things on the table with the same expression.
Heart shattered.
... What is that pipe for
That ointment... Where did it come from
It's not that Wei Lian doesn't know the answer.
Or in other words, when he decided to take the backing of King Qin, he expected such a day.
But, is he still a patient
The fever has not subsided, and the injury has not been completely healed. In the eyes of the King of Qin, he is still ill and delirious.
Just like this, King Qin still wants to be lucky to him
Is this something a human can do? ?
Li Fuquan was the personal attendant of the King of Qin, and his meaning was that of the King of Qin.
King Qin was no longer considered a person in Wei Lian's heart.
Ji Yue still didn't know that his reputation was killed, and in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he wondered why the young man hadn't come back.
Wei Lian looked at those things, but didn't know. He looked ill, with a dazed look as if the fever had not subsided: "What is this..."
Li Fuquan said with a false smile: "Congratulations to the Servant of the Guard, it's a good thing. Your Majesty has taken a fancy to you, and you are blessed tonight. It's just that some preparations are necessary before this grace, and you must not tarnish His Majesty's dragon body. Come. People, wash the bodyguards."
"What are you doing?" Wei Lian's face was at a loss, and two strong palace servants quickly came up to hold his arm and put him on the table.
Wei Lian lowered his eyes, his fingers clenched into fists, and there was a trace of cold killing intent in his eyes.
The momentary coldness made the two palace servants feel chills down their spines, and felt that the air seemed to be getting cooler, and their movements even stopped for a moment.
Of course he could have killed these people right away.
But no.
This is the Qin Palace, where the Qin King lives.
Cannot be reproduced.
After thinking for a while, Wei Lian loosened his palms, and let go of the inner strength that had been condensed. His expression became helpless: "Let go of me! You all let me go!"
The palace people didn't know that they had just walked through the gate of hell, and when the coldness in the air disappeared, they no longer hesitated and pressed the young man on the table. Another man was holding a pipe, and when he came up, he was about to peel off his trousers.
The young man struggled violently, and his voice became shrill: "Don't—"
Li Fuquan sneered: "Guardian should cooperate obediently, and you will be able to suffer less from flesh and blood later."
But a thing, it really treats itself as a thing.
The young man turned pale and murmured, "I don't want to..."
"What's the matter?" came a low voice. King Qin in a black robe appeared at the door.
Everyone in the palace stopped moving.
They all knelt down and saluted: "Slave to see Your Majesty."
Only Wei Lian slid to the ground weakly in an instant, his hair was messy, and he whimpered softly.
Seeing Ji Yue, he instantly seemed to see a savior, got up in a hurry, bumped his head into his arms, and hugged Ji Yue's waist tightly.
Wei Lian buried in Ji Yue's chest, sobbing in a low voice: "Mother, I'm afraid..."
Ji Yue: "..."
Ji Yue patted Wei Lian's back soothingly, raised his eyes, and said in a cold tone, "What are you doing?"
Li Fuquan broke out in cold sweat: "Your Majesty brought the Servant of the Guardian back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. I thought that His Majesty wanted to summon the Servant of the Guards, so I gave it to him..."
No wonder he misunderstood His Majesty's meaning! From ancient times to the present, kings have brought concubines and concubines from the harem back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, is it not for the purpose of summoning a bed
In any case, none of them were chatting under a quilt.
Who knew that His Majesty didn't have such a will...
Ji Yue's tone was slightly raised, very gentle: "Who allows you to make up your own mind?"
He waited in the bedroom for a long time and felt impatient, so he wanted to take a look. Unexpectedly, as soon as he came in, he heard the young man's mournful cry and the appearance of being unable to struggle.
All of a sudden, his good mood was gone.
People who are in a bad mood never end well.
Hearing this, Li Fuquan was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "Damn it!"
He has served in the presence of His Majesty for many years, and naturally he knows His Majesty's temperament like the back of the hand. The so-called tyrant, is it because his face is gloomy, he roars at every turn, and shouts and kills him whenever he disagrees, like an evil beast eating people.
King Qin is not. Qin Wang was born with the handsomeness of a gentleman, and his demeanor was also very elegant and calm. He never scolds loudly, rarely gets angry, just…
It's just that it's always been an understatement, smiling and sending people to death.
An out-and-out smiling tiger.
The gentler your Majesty's tone, the worse the opponent's end.
Li Fu's whole body was shaking like a sieve, for fear that he would lose his head in the next moment.
Companion is like a tiger, this is indeed true.
"Li Fuquan, you have been with Gu for 12 years, and you are loyal. I won't kill you." Ji Yue said lightly, "Just don't think that after being with Gu for many years, you can assume the emperor's heart and take care of Gu's head. Go and get thirty whips."
Li Fuquan immediately kowtowed: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
"As for you guys." Ji Yue's slightly picked eyes stared at a few palace servants who had been holding Wei Lian just now.
The palace people were already pale, kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy one after another: "Your Majesty, spare your life!"
Ji Yue was calm: "Drag down and stick to death."
"Your Majesty, spare your life! Your Majesty, spare your life!" Several palace servants cried out immediately, but they were dragged away mercilessly by the guards.
One of them probably knew that he was going to die, so he didn't ask for mercy at all, he just yelled at him, "Tyrant! You are so careless! You must not die! You must die in the state of Qin!"
Ji Yue didn't change his face: "Gu don't want to hear it."
The guard understood and immediately cut off the man's tongue, blood spurted out, and a piece of soft flesh fell to the ground, and the man could not make any sound.
Wei Lian shrank in Ji Yue's arms and lowered his eyes calmly.
The rumors are true, and the King of Qin is indeed... a tyrant.
Wei Lian showed no mercy to these palace servants. It is true that their sins will not lead to death, but what kind of person is Wei Lian? There are many sons in the palace of the king of Chu, many of whom die young. He was able to live safely to this day, and he was ruthless and decisive, and he did not lack any of them. There is never any senseless sympathy.
It's just inevitable that there is a sense of sadness in the death of a rabbit and a fox.
From this point of view, it was a great fate for him to survive today. It is these palace servants who were ordered to be dragged out today, and it may be him tomorrow.
"I'm in the Qin Dynasty for thousands of years, and I, Ji Yue, have left a name in the history. How can a little-known soldier dare to talk nonsense?" Ji Yue sneered, "It's ridiculous."
Wei Lian just pretended that he didn't understand, and hugged the person tightly, his body still trembling slightly.
Ji Yue straightened him, looked at the young man's frail appearance, and said gently, "Aren't you scared?"
The young man in white raised his terrified eyes, nodded after a while, then shook his head.
"You're here, I'm not afraid anymore."
As soon as Wei Lian finished speaking, he fainted in Ji Yue's arms.