Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Chapter 358 The sickly beauty Emperor Master vomited blood again 07

It was said that it was a day off. When Yun Chen woke up, two days and one night had passed.

As soon as he regained consciousness, he was pulled up, changed into clothes, and sent to the inner hall to be served.

Zhou Jiuzhi drank some wine at his brother's house today and took a bath in the soup pool inside.

Wang Suxi couldn't bear to see his weak and pale face, but he still said to him coldly: "Take these deer skins and wait for the emperor to dry his hair later. Be gentle with your hands and remember."

Yun Chen said nothing and looked a little stunned.

That night, he fainted, but when he woke up, he knew what Zhou Jiuzhi had done to him.

He thought that when he woke up, he would be ashamed, angry and humiliated, and that he would find closure.

But he didn't expect that he would be so numb when he woke up.

He couldn't help but think about Chen Yao.

But now that I am being insulted by Zhou Jizhi as if he were his concubine, how dare I think about him...

As the weather in the north turned cooler, Yun Chen's knees became more and more painful.

He hugged the deerskin, feeling dizzy from the heat behind the curtain.

The people inside asked him to go in, so he walked in numbly with his useless legs, almost slipping because of the water on the ground.

Zhou Jiuzhi had already put on his middle coat, and the water in his hair had been wiped with an ordinary towel, but it looked wet but not dripping.

Zhou Jiuzhi held up Yun Chen's elbow just before he fell. His drunken eyes were a little more emotional, and he smiled and said, "Your Majesty, are you going to throw yourself into your arms again?"

One of Zhou Ji wanted to ridicule Yun Chen, so he called him "Sage".

The emperor was used to being informal, but the palace attendants around him still lowered their heads and wished they could close their ears.

Yun Chen trembled slightly, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Probably due to physical reasons.

He feels tired.

so tired.

Then he turned his head and coughed lowly.

Zhou Jiuzhi was very satisfied with his submissive appearance and had no suspicion at all.

Yun Chen couldn't stand even more when he coughed. Zhou Jiuzhi deliberately held him on to embarrass him and waited until he finished coughing before letting go.

Zhou Jiuzhi entered the palace and leaned on a chair, asking Yun Chen to wipe his hair.

This was not physical work, but after Yun Chen rubbed it for a while, his knees began to hurt badly and his chest started to feel tight.

His mind kept flashing back to when he was young, sitting with Chen Yao under the beautiful verandah in the south of the Yangtze River.

They ran out of the school avoiding the Master, holding the lotus leaves and stupidly extending their hands to catch the water drops dripping from the eaves.

Those clean and white hands of a child slowly became slender and strong, with crisp joints, but they were stained with a thick layer of black by the ink. No matter how the rain in the south of the Yangtze River washed away, it could not wash away...

There were a few surges in his throat, and Yun Chen's pupils suddenly shrank, and he covered his mouth with the deerskin he used to wipe Zhou Jiuzhi's head.

Deerskin absorbs water well, but only for semi-moist items.

After the blood coughed out of Yun Chen's throat, it flowed out along the edge of the deerskin, and a few drops fell on Zhou Jiuzhi's shoulder.

Zhou Jiuzhi turned around and saw Yun Chen hunched over, his brows furrowed, the blood foam sprayed out due to choking and coughing was blocked by the deerskin and splashed all over his snow-white face.

Yun Chen's breathing became increasingly difficult, and he lost support and fell backwards.

Zhou Jiuzhi stood up and hooked his waist, pulling him forward, holding him in his arms, and carried him to the bed in a few steps.

Wang Suxi saw something was wrong and ran over: "This, this is all blood! Your Majesty, are you okay..."

Yun Chen lay on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with half-open eyes, still choking unconsciously.

But he had no strength, so his chest rose and fell very little. Coupled with the blood on his face, his fragility was shocking.

Zhou Jiuzhi took Yun Chen's wrist and put it on his wrist.

He didn't know medical skills, but he had felt many dangerous wrist pulses while marching and fighting. With just one touch, he could tell that it was a sign of imminent death.

But he didn't do anything just now.

Could it be that just a few words inspired the depressed king of the country?

Zhou Jiuzhi's face darkened and he said, "Call the imperial doctor over."

Wang Suxi: "Yes!"