Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Chapter 384 The sickly beauty Emperor Master vomited blood again 33

[System 112:! ] This wave is so strong.

It turns out that the little host insisted on teaching Zhou Jingzhi even though he was so ill, just to show Zhou Jingzhi the show!

[Yun Chen: Yes, it’s too superficial on paper. I have to let him see with his own eyes how I was bullied. ]

[System 112: But he is so distressed and still has five blackening points left? ] Isn’t the acting done enough?

Play him again!

Play him to death!

[Yun Chen: I believe in whoever is worthy of playing him to death.But the blackening value you mentioned should be due to other reasons. ]

Zhou Jiuzhi already knew Yao Yunchen's identity.

Under Yun Chen's arrangement, Fancy felt Yun Chen's loyalty and obsession to the monarch.

Yun Chen guessed that these five points of blackening value were due to Yun Chen's jealousy that he couldn't use it to his advantage.

[System 112: Ah, but your character is such that you can’t give him advice willingly. ]

[Yun Chen: Yes, Heaven always creates problems for weak hosts. ]

[System 112: What should we do? ]

[Yun Chen: What should I do?What does it have to do with a powerful host like me when Heaven creates problems for a weak host? Hahahaha, you can’t think of it! ]

[System 112:...] He is so childish!

and.

Really.

You don’t have to go around in such a big circle every time you praise yourself.

[Yun Chen: The play is almost over, it’s time to wake up, but before waking up, you still have to test it out~]

Mild incense was lit in the inner hall, and soothing medicine was sent from the Imperial Hospital.

Yun Chen's nightmare slowly dissipated under Zhou Jiuzhi's coaxing, and the frequency of frowning became less and less. Finally, he lay on Zhou Jiuzhi's arm and fell into a relaxed sleep.

When I woke up, it was early morning the next day.

Zhou Jiuzhi asked Zhou Jingzhi to supervise the court while he stayed by the bed. There was a tired blue color in his eyes, as if he had not slept all night.

After Yun Chen woke up, Zhou Jiuzhi immediately bent down to help him up and asked him if he felt uncomfortable, whether he was hungry or cold.

Yun Chen was awake, but he looked very poor.

He hummed a few perfunctorily, then lowered his eyelashes and began to drift away unconsciously.

When Zhou Jiuzhi called him, he responded.Don't call him, just stare blankly somewhere.

This was undoubtedly a torture for Zhou Jiuzhi, who tried many ways to talk to him.

The suffering reached its peak when Yun Chen vomited all his lunch in a cold sweat.

The inner hall was filled with soothing incense again. Zhou Jiuzhi hugged him and lay down, pretending to be a brother and getting close to him, hoping that he would stop worrying and rest for a while.

Yun Chen leaned in Zhou Ji's arms, his pupils dilated due to the soothing incense.

Zhou Jiuzhi patted him on the back for a while, and the person in his arms actually expressed his thoughts: "Brother, I don't think I have long to live..."

This is what Yao Yunchen said to his brother.

When Zhou Jiuzhi heard these words, his whole body froze immediately. He felt like he had been hit by an arrow in the face and was so painful that he couldn't speak.

Yun Chen sighed in a choked voice with a soft voice, and his delicate white hands caressed the back of Zhou Jiuzhi's hand for two weeks.

As if he knew that what he just said had frightened his brother, his voice softened guiltily, and his address became more affectionate: "Brother, you know that my body is weak, I get sick one after another, and this time... maybe, maybe I should Leave something in advance so that if I become ill one day, I can buy your Majesty some time..."

"enough!"

Zhou Jiuzhi had tears in his eyes and raised his voice: "Don't leave anything for him. Just have a good rest, it won't be bad!"

Yun Chen shrank his shoulders, but immediately took his hand again and patted the back of his hand a few times: "Brother, don't be angry, but what I said is the truth... Brother, you, help Chen'er up. Bar."

Zhou Jiuzhi stubbornly refused to move, hugging Yun Chen tightly and pretending not to hear.

But this move made Yun Chen a little anxious. He tilted his head to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he started coughing again, and blood stained the white handkerchief.

Zhou Jiuzhi's pupils trembled, and he no longer dared to disobey Yun Chen's wishes.

He kneaded Yun Chen's tight body to soften it, gave him some hot ginseng tea, and then helped him stand up.

As soon as Yun Chen's feet landed on the ground, his knees softened and he frowned slightly: "My legs?"

When Zhou Jiuzhi saw it, Yun Chen frowned, as if he couldn't figure out why his legs couldn't work.

Because the previous dose of medicine was too large, Yun Chen was not in good health and had not yet woken up. Zhou Jiuzhi was afraid that he would have a headache from thinking too much, so he picked him up and said, "My legs are weak after lying down for a long time. Brother, what do you need to hold you?" What kind of paper and pen?”

of course.

Also with a little selfishness.

He didn't dare to face the sober Yun Chen.

Today's Yun Chen is not only a talented imperial master, but also a treasure that Zhou Jizhi wants to protect with all his strength. He doesn't want Yun Chen to see such a dirty version of himself...

His body suddenly became lighter, and a new question was thrown to him. Yun Chen was a little confused.

Those dull peach blossom eyes lost their coldness, which made people feel even more pity. He blinked slowly a few times and forgot about the pain in his legs. He said in a dull voice: "An ordinary paper inkstone will be fine."

Zhou Jiuzhi withdrew his gaze and silently swallowed the blood in his throat: "Yeah."

Zhou Jiuzhi wrapped him tightly and carried him to the middle hall, where he asked Wang Suxi to bring him paper and pen.

Yun Chen lowered his head in silence, the tip of his pen was full of ink, and he continued to write something on the paper.

After Yao Yunchen's serious illness, his body became extremely weak, and he almost failed to recover several times. The imperial doctor came countless times, but he could only rely on some ginseng tea tonics to survive.

He was afraid.

But it's not that I'm afraid of dying.

But he was afraid that after his death, Chen Yao's violent character would alienate the emperor and his ministers, leaving them without help.

He wanted to write down how to govern the south, how to resist the invasion of the north, and how to employ people.

After his death, dedicated to the emperor...

[Yun Chen: Tsk, why don’t you write a separate history book for me? ]

[System 112: Woohoo, can you continue writing and stop talking. ]

[Yun Chen:...] Treat me like a movie again, right?

Additional votes!

Zhou Jiuzhi stood aside and tried to persuade him to rest several times, but he was ignored all the time.

He tried to get close to Yun Chen, but the focused young man was frightened by him, trembling slightly and choking for a while.

Zhou Jiuzhi didn't dare to move anymore, so he stood aside and ordered the palace attendants to light the lamps.

In this way, they kept watch until midnight.

Wang Suxi was also watching not far away, seeing Yun Chen's face getting paler and paler, his eyes a sickly red, his thin body swaying slightly, and he could no longer hold the pen steadily.

Wang Suxi's old face twisted, and he kept looking at the emperor. He even had the idea of ​​overstepping several times and wanted to come over to persuade him.

I’ll write again tomorrow!

No hurries.

Dachengduo cherished medicinal materials, how could the emperor part with him...

Could it be in Nanrong?

The emperor over there treated the child harshly and was reluctant to give him some precious medicinal materials. Why was he so anxious that he had to write everything down in one breath?

That dog emperor who killed a thousand swords!

Wang Suxi clenched his fist tightly.

But no one could have imagined that the sick and beautiful Emperor Master who touched people's hearts and died of exhaustion was currently lying in the system space, eating melon seeds and sipping herbal tea.

The tragic and desolate words written in my pen are all lovingly taken over by System 112.

[System 112: Friendship? ]

[Yun Chen: Family love!It’s family love, and you are my most beloved adoptive father! ]

[System 112:...I've almost finished writing. How long are you going to lie here with me? ]

[Yun Chen: Crack, click, click, it’s almost done. Xiao, ah no, my most beloved adoptive father, please help me get the blood out of my mouth~]