Shadow Guard Capture Manual

He Zhizhou wanted to show his loyalty to Zhao Ruhui, so even after he knew that this bowl of porridge contained "a poison that can make life worse than death and cannot be resisted", he still drank it without hesitation.

But at this moment, when Zhao Ruhui saw the empty bowl placed under the edge of the bed, his heart sank.

This kind of loyalty is a bit too heavy, even if He Zhizhou didn't use this extreme and decisive way to prove his innocence, Zhao Ruhui didn't doubt whether he had really done something sorry for himself; but this kind of loyalty is too much. It's easy, obviously, that's not what the current Zhao Ruhui can be satisfied with.

It's just a pity that although Zhao Ruhui realized that he was not only satisfied with He Zhizhou's loyalty now, but when he tried to ease the relationship and go further, he died before he was able to succeed again, just because of an indiscriminate joke , but it seemed to push things in a worse direction.

According to He Zhizhou's current attitude towards him, if his body didn't allow it now, and because he didn't know what the old chief's condition was, he might have avoided him like a snake and a scorpion.

Zhao Ruhui frowned and stared at the empty bowl for a long time, finally stacked the porridge bowl on top of the empty bowl and replaced it with one hand, then slowly turned around and opened the door to go downstairs.

"Your Majesty." The guard below saw Zhao Ruhui coming up from upstairs, and greeted him respectfully.

"En." Zhao Ruhui responded lightly, put down the two celadon bowls in his hands, and gave an additional order, "Go and cook Chief He's medicine, and bring it to me when it's done."

The dark guard hurriedly responded, and took the two bowls brought by Zhao Ruhui back to the kitchen to wash.

So, after an hour, Zhao Ruhui pushed the door of He Zhizhou's room again.

Probably the reason why he has been groggy for the past few days. Although He Zhizhou felt tired, he didn't sleep for a long time. He woke up from a light sleep after a while. After going back and forth a few times, he simply continued to close his eyes and rest his mind.

Now that he heard the door being pushed open, He Zhizhou naturally turned his head to look at it, but he didn't expect to see Zhao Ruhui standing at the door holding a porcelain bowl.

The smell of medicine is stronger and more smoky than that of rice porridge. Although it is still a short distance away, He Zhizhou has already smelled the bitterness in it, but this is not the point. The point is that the emperor is like this morning , sat on the edge of the bed, and wanted to give him medicine in exactly the same way.

It is precisely because of such a scene that the second time in a row made it even more confusing. He Zhizhou's eyes suddenly widened, full of astonishment and embarrassment, but the spoon in Zhao Ruhui's hand was already in his mouth and his. There was a stalemate for a while.

"...Your Majesty, you can come by yourself." He Zhizhou tried to propose.

But obviously, Zhao Ruhui rejected his intention silently.

"Or, if you are worried, you can ask someone else to come?" He Zhizhou said dryly, but when he still saw the unmoved look in Zhao Ruhui's eyes, he knew that he might not agree.

Sure enough, Zhao Ruhui shook his head directly, "No, there is 'Three Xiao Xiaoyao San' in it. It is said that the poisoned person will die immediately after laughing three times. It is very precious. I don't worry if it is someone else."

Three Smiles and Happy San...

He Zhizhou was already well versed in pharmacology, and because he had been in Yingmen for many years, he needed to keep all the poisons in mind. In the morning, he was sleepy and his mind was dull, so it was not until the bowl of porridge entered that he was sure that there was nothing wrong with it.But now that he had doubts, he looked at the brownish-yellow slightly bitter decoction, how could he not know that it was an ordinary decoction for treating fever?

Although he had already experienced the magic of the so-called "Three Corpse Brain Pills", at this moment, He Zhizhou was still stunned and speechless by Zhao Ruhui's unreasonable playing of cards.

For some reason, looking at the emperor's messy appearance, the skinless and shameless appearance of the cunning "Deputy Chief of the Dark Guard" came to mind again.

If it was the "Deputy Chief of the Dark Guard", He Zhizhou would probably scold him for being sick in a funny way, and then grab the medicine bowl and drink it all in one gulp. However, what is in front of him now is the Emperor of Daqian, his master... …

Obviously, he has made up his mind not to think about the difference in the joints, but he can't help but laugh at himself sadly.

He Zhizhou closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, he didn't care about other changes, and just silently lowered his head and took a sip of the soup in the spoon.

——Slightly bitter and astringent, this taste seems to be transmitted from the tongue coating to the heart, but the aftertaste is long and trembling.

Looking at the long and trembling eyelashes under his drooping eyes, Zhao Ruhui may have finally vented his conscience and realized this problem, so he just fed him two or three spoonfuls, and then he didn't make things difficult for him anymore, and passed the whole bowl over.

"Don't bother you, Nong, drink it yourself."

I don’t know if it’s the grievance in his heart after hearing this that makes him feel uncomfortable, or the rush to finish the drink and get rid of this ridiculous situation. He Zhizhou choked on the medicine even though he barely swallowed it. Taking the decoction in his mouth did not cause a more embarrassing situation, but he was also coughed repeatedly by the annoying itching in the trachea.

He covered his mouth with bony and pale hands, lowered his head very low, and his long black hair hung down to cover most of his side face, which was quite different from his usual stubborn appearance.

Zhao Ruhui sighed, and sat down next to him, his long arms almost brought the coughing man into his arms, and his other hand patted He Zhizhou's back very steadily , the strength is appropriate and very measured.

Although the measures are useful and appropriate, they can't cover the shadow in He Zhizhou's heart.

It is precisely because of this posture that the tip of He Zhizhou's nose is filled with Zhao Ruhui's unique aura-it is the smell of ambergris, just like the name of this fragrance, with an undoubted dominance.

Before the accident happened, He Zhizhou had noticed this aura. At that time, he felt that it seemed to be the warm sun in March, with a special sense of existence shrouded in people's surroundings, but he just realized it now, that is The smell of ambergris—even if diluted, it still has a controlling, all-conquering smell.

Maybe it was physical discomfort, or maybe it was psychological disgust. Instead of relieving his cough, He Zhizhou choked even harder, covering his mouth and nose and coughing deeply.

Zhao Ruhui had no choice but to back away slightly, with helplessness and connivance in his eyes, but he sighed slowly, "You need to get used to it sooner."

The author has something to say: One more, the next chapter is back to Beijing, explain what is going on with the dungeon that has been hidden all this time.

ps: Zhouzhou is still the most suitable for publicity! ~ The sour plot will pass quickly

PS: Some character settings have never changed. At the beginning, there may only be some subtle shadows revealed, but as time is slowly exposed, it will gradually be resolved over time!