This power was actually regulating his body and speeding up his recovery from injuries. It seemed that this power should be beneficial to him rather than harmful, so let's just ignore him for the time being.
Since the last time they parted, Ling'er had forgotten how many days it had been since she last saw this man. He must have been very worried during the days she was away.
He was still frowning in his sleep. It was conceivable how many things he had to worry about as an emperor. He was already very tired, and he had to worry about himself and investigate his whereabouts. Thinking of this, Ling'er couldn't help but feel distressed.
This man had already sacrificed too much for her. She had put him in danger time and again, and this time, she had almost killed him...
When she thought of the scene where he blocked the bloodthirsty attack for her, Ling'er felt a little scared. I really don't know where this fool got the courage from.
The slender fingers could not help but touch Di Shitian's cheek, and the cool touch passed from the fingers to her heart. He was such a cold person, but he always made her feel so warm, almost melting her bit by bit.
From the very first meeting, their fate was destined. Who could have thought that the great King Tianze, the God of War on the continent, the most ruthless person, could be so fond of an unknown little beast. Even, he fell in love with it.
Thinking of the past, Ling'er's mouth curled up unconsciously. When she was still a little beast, she really made a lot of jokes.
If it were someone else, she would have gone to hell long ago.
So, she seemed to have fallen in love with him. However, she always remembered what her master said, "Love is a poison that penetrates the intestines, and love is a passing cloud." And she promised her master that she would never touch love and would never fall in love with anyone.
A good agent is like a bullet. Because the bullet is cold, no matter whose heart it enters, it has no feeling. Therefore, agents are also cold. You can't let anything become a hindrance and make you warm.
If you do that, you will die!
The fingers that touched Emperor Shitian's cheek slowly retracted. Whenever she thought of this, Ling'er would retreat, and she told herself that this couldn't be done, it was wrong.
However, what is right and what is wrong, the interpretation and definition, all vary from person to person. Different perspectives and positions lead to different ideas and opinions. There is no absolute right or wrong in the world. Right and wrong are often just a matter of one's thoughts.
Just when Ling'er's fingers were about to leave Di Shitian's cheek, Di Shitian suddenly opened his eyes.
"Where else do you want to go..." Helpless, sad, missing, worried, and even pleading, Emperor Shitian said this. But there was no anger.
I don't know why, after hearing his words, I suddenly felt my eyes dry, as if something wanted to come out. But she held it back, she was not an ordinary girl, she was an agent, she was the king of Yunhai City, she had a heavy responsibility and mission, no matter what her identity was, she was not allowed to cry like an incompetent person.
She smiled and said briskly, "I don't want to go anywhere, I just don't want to disturb your rest."
He saw her mood changes, her deliberate strength, and her difficulties. He understood because they were the same kind of people. But he couldn't help but feel distressed.
The big hand slowly stretched out and placed on her small hand. The warm temperature made her feel at ease. Emperor Shi Tian's physique has always been cold. He just wanted to warm her hand, so he moved his palm inside.
He was clearly injured so badly, and he knew that he couldn't use his inner body for a short time, but he didn't care about anything just for such a small thing. Just like that time, he was obviously injured badly, but he just groaned and suppressed his blood. He just didn't want her to worry.
How could she let go of such a day
He put Di Shitian's hand back under the quilt and said, "I'm not cold. You are not suitable to use your internal strength now. You don't know how to take care of yourself at all."
This was the first time that Ling'er spoke to Emperor Shitian in an adult manner. Although, she didn't know what was going on with this body, everyone probably still felt a little uncomfortable. After all, Ling'er had always been cute before.
In fact, Ling'er should be thankful that Emperor Shitian did not ask her why she turned into Shangguan Yunxiao. Otherwise, she really didn't know how to explain it.
"Tiantian, are you feeling better? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
"I'm fine, don't worry. I just got a few minor injuries, nothing serious."
"..." Ling'er didn't say anything. Although she wanted to refute Di Shitian, she decided to give up because he was injured. Knowing that he was fine, she could rest assured.
Feng Xian'er's birthday party was not held because of this series of accidents. After Xixue left, the envoys from various countries also left in a hurry for various reasons. But it was understandable. After all, they were so frightened, who would dare to stay in this place where they almost lost their lives for a long time. So Feng Xian'er did not stop them and let them leave.
Except for Di Shitian who temporarily lived in Yuntian Palace due to his injury, Nangong Tianlan also stayed on the grounds that Feng Tianer missed her hometown.
Everyone is good at calculating, so they naturally know Nangong Tianlan's purpose.
In the imperial study, the empress secretly summoned Feng Tianer's close female attendant.
The scent of ambergris lingered like a wisp of smoke covering the desk, making Feng Xian'er, who was writing furiously, look extremely majestic.
Too many things happened in just one hour today. Although Feng Xian'er was the emperor, she was extremely afraid of death. Although the situation had calmed down, her panicked mind could not calm down for a long time.
She drank the tranquilizing soup, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she would see the blood-flowing scene and hear the devil's voice. She couldn't sleep at all. That's why she practiced calligraphy here, and one ball could achieve the effect of calming her mind.
But the effect is not very obvious.
Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door. Feng Xian'er's hand shook subconsciously, and the calligraphy was ruined.
"Damn it!" He simply threw away the wolf howl, and the tip of the pen was thrown back into the inkstone, splashing the still ink and staining a stack of fine rice paper. (To be continued)