In the Yangxin Hall, the furnishings are exquisitely arranged everywhere, and the ornaments are priceless. The dragons in the house are burning vigorously, and the indoor temperature is like spring all year round.

In contrast, the Qingzhu Pavilion where Wei Lian lives is really a bit depressed and cold.

The palace servant lifted the pearl curtain, Ji Yue hugged the guard and hugged it into the bedroom, opened the curtain, and placed him on the dragon couch.

As soon as it touched the soft bed, Wei Lian felt so comfortable that he didn't want to get up, and he wanted to roll on it.

What kind of immortal life did the King of Qin live?

The small wooden bed in Qingzhu Pavilion was really uncomfortable. Wei Lian even had difficulty turning over. He didn't say anything and had been resentful in his heart for a long time.

Wei Lian felt a little dizzy, and thought he was suffering from the wind and cold. After all, he had been in the snow for so long, and there was no reason.

Wei Lian didn't know what he looked like in the eyes of the King of Qin.

In Ji Yue's eyes, he saw a painting of a beauty.

The beauty closed her eyes, her eyelashes were slender, her cheeks were red, and her hair was spread on the bed. Her slender fingers unconsciously grabbed the brocade quilt. She frowned, but was forbearing and fragile.

What is the result is the dysfunction of the disease and the peerless appearance.

"Go and invite the imperial physician." Ji Yue whispered.

The palace servant bent his knees: "No."

Ji Yue stopped him: "Also, prepare another bowl of ginger soup."

The palace servant was stunned and saluted again and said his promise.

The moment he turned around, he thought to himself that this Wei Shijun is really lucky.

He has served His Majesty for so many years, but he has never seen His Majesty care about anyone.

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Wei Lian felt uncomfortable, but he was not confused yet.

He was a person who grew up in the dangers of the deep palace. He would keep himself awake under any circumstances and not let himself fall into a situation where he could be slaughtered.

But he still pretended to be confused, his eyes closed and his posture was weak.

He doesn't want to talk to the King of Qin for the time being.

It will save you from accidentally saying the wrong thing and being cut off your tongue.

His drowsy mind is not so smart now, and he can come up with many words to escape punishment in an instant.

The imperial physician arrived soon and took Wei Lian's pulse.

Wei Lian's hands were very beautiful. His fingers were as beautiful as jade, his wrists were slender, and the woman's tenderness was not as good as him.

What Ji Yue noticed was the thin cocoon in the tiger's mouth in Wei Lian's palm.

That is the cocoon that only those who practice martial arts have.

Ji Yue's eyes were slightly darker.

According to his investigation results, Gongzi Lian did not know how to fight.

Could it be the assassin sent by Chu State to assassinate him again?

Or, do it carefully?

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The imperial physician finished the diagnosis quickly and bowed to the King of Qin and said, "Go back to Your Majesty, the cold air in the body and has a high fever. I will prescribe medicine and take it."

Ji Yue said indifferently: "Show his knees."

The imperial physician was slightly stunned, but he still rolled Wei Lian's underwear on his knees, revealing a piece of white calves.

The knees were covered with black green, falling on the snow-white skin, shocking.

The imperial physician was shocked. This injury was clearly due to a long time of kneeling...

The emperor's heart was unpredictable. The imperial physician did not dare to think deeply. After a brief examination, he said to Ji Yue: "Although it is serious, fortunately, it is all skin injuries. You can cure it by applying some ointment."

Ji Yue smiled and said, "Why don't you wipe it for him?"

Depending on how he is doing, do you still expect him to apply medicine to others?

The imperial physician hesitated: "There will be pain when applying the idle wound medicine. If you use Jade ointment, it will be painless and will be effective quickly. I wonder if your Majesty..."

Jade ointment is precious, and only His Majesty can use it on weekdays. Now seeing that His Majesty seems to care a little about the Master of Guards, the Imperial Doctor dared to ask more questions.

Ji Yue smiled unabashedly, but what he said hurts: "A proton is also given with jade-color paste? It's all a slight injury medicine given to him."

The imperial doctor shook: "No."

He thought that His Majesty asked him to treat Wei Shijun because he felt sorry for him.

It turns out that he was thinking too much. No one could feel sorry for His Majesty. Poor Wei Shijun is a beautiful woman who meets such a ruthless king as His Majesty.

The imperial physician was a man of the same age as Wei Lian. No matter how much he hated the people of Chu, he couldn't help feeling pity when he saw Wei Lian, who was so miserable at such a young age.

Wei Lian closed his eyes, listened clearly to the conversation between the King of Qin and the Imperial Doctor, and wrote a note to the King of Qin in his heart.

The imperial physician took out the injury medicine from the medical box, applied it a little, and carefully touched Wei Lian's knee.

Almost the moment he encountered it, Wei Lian let out a pain and his brows frowned even tighter.

The imperial physician paused, and saw that Ji Yue's expression remained unchanged, so he gritted his teeth and wiped it down again.

Wei Lian cried when he was ready, grabbed Ji Yue's sleeve and called unconsciously: "Mom, don't leave..."

Ji Yue, who suddenly upgraded to his mother: "..."

The imperial physician also trembled and suspected that he would be silenced.

Ji Yue lowered his eyes and wanted to take back his sleeves, but he knew that the sick young man pulled his sleeves very hard and could not be loose for a moment.

Ji Yue was a little impatient and wanted to shake it away hard, but the young man called out again: "...A Lian hurts so much."

"Mom... don't leave A Lian." The young man showed an extremely fragile look in his dream, "I miss you so much... I feel so uncomfortable..."

Ji Yue's strength suddenly loosened.

He let Wei pull his sleeve and ordered the imperial physician coldly: "Use jade-color paste to shut up."

Imperial Doctor: “…No.”

Did he witness the birth of His Majesty's nemesis???

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The Yurong Paste was indeed painless and effective quickly. After using the defender, he stopped crying out the pain. He also let go of his hand holding the King of Qin's sleeve.

The pain of applying medicine is actually within Wei Lian's tolerance. It's just that it can be relieved, why should he endure the pain? Wei Lian knew when he was very young that people should be better to themselves. Any benefits must be achieved by themselves.

What's more, if you can call "Mother" and disgust the King of Qin, why not do it?

It's just a show. Wei Lian is very skilled in his business.

He had practiced the skill of playing around the scene to the fullest level in the Chu Palace.

With Jade Egg Ointment, the wound on the knee fades at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it will be greatly improved after one or two days of care.

After applying the ointment, the imperial physician bowed and left the space for the two of them.

Ji Yue looked at the young man on the couch with a sarcastic look.

Since he had investigated Gongzi Lian, he knew that Wei Lian's biological mother died prematurely, and only one adopted mother, Concubine Yan, also gave birth to Gongzi Yan.

Gongzi Yan ranked ninth and was born after Gongzi Lian. Ji Yue didn't have to think about what the idea of ​​Yan adopting Wei Lian was, it was nothing more than finding a child to accompany him. Later, with his own son, the adopted son became less important. Otherwise, Wei Lian would not be sent to him as an abandoned son of Chu.

Such a woman makes young people miss her.

I don't know if it's really stupid or fake.

While thinking about it, the ginger soup had been delivered and the medicine was still boiling. Ji Yue helped the young man up and poured him a whole bowl of the ginger soup without mercy.

"Cough cough..." Wei Lian couldn't pretend to be so troubled, so he pretended to wake up and started coughing.

...He has to wake up even if he doesn't wake up. With such a rude method of Qin's injection, he clearly wanted to choke him to death.

"You're waking up." Ji Yue smiled slightly, "I drank the ginger soup myself."

The young man looked at him blankly, looking stunned: "You are..."

Not awake yet.

Ji Yue ordered coldly: "Drink. If you don't drink, get out and kneel for two hours."

The young man was stunned, with a little aggrieved expression, but he still obediently took the bowl and drank it all in one go, as if he was really afraid that Ji Yue would punish him to kneel down again.

He was very beautiful, even if he drank soup in big mouthfuls, his movements were elegant and gentle. Finally, he had a little soup stain on the corner of his mouth and licked it carefully with the tip of his tongue, like a lazy and cute cat.

Ji Yue suddenly felt a little dry.

At this time, the palace maid came in with the medicine bowl again and said, "Your Majesty, the medicine is ready."

Ji Yue picked up the medicine bowl: "Get off."

"promise."
To be continued...