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Li Shang looked at the handsome Wang and sighed: "It seems that His Highness's heart disease is more troublesome than the poison in his body."

If a person is obviously smiling, but there is deep sorrow in his eyes, it must be because he has suffered a great spiritual trauma.

It's just that he is the king of a country, so who can hurt him so far, when he was in his prime, he already felt lifeless.

"Sir, you are really clever. It's just a matter of your lonely life. Please don't let others know, sir."

"It's natural, please rest assured, Your Highness."

"I heard from Lord Qingyuan that the reason why you came to Koryo this time is to study the similarities and differences of medicine between the two countries?"

Li Shang smiled and nodded, "Exactly."

"Since that's the case, sir, would you like to stay in the palace for a while, so that you can exchange ideas with the imperial physicians in the palace?"

Li Shang readily agreed, but it was not for studying medical skills.

He just said that even if the poison is cured, the king will not be able to live long. Although this statement is true, it is not complete.

Not only can he detoxify the poison of "morning dew", he can also regulate his body and prolong his life.

However, whether to save or not depends entirely on whether he wants to or not.

During the conversation just now, Wang Yan talked elegantly and politely, without the arrogance and arrogance of a high-ranking person, which he admired in his heart.

It is even more unbearable that such an elegant person will die soon, and has decided to heal him.

"Do you know where the place Gu painted is?"

"where is it?"

"A few days ago, Gu Meng saw He Qing galloping and hunting on the land of Liaodong. Because the dream was too real, Gu wanted to draw it."

"Then the person running behind is Wei Chen?"

"What's the matter? Ai Qing doesn't like it?"

Wang who was painting stopped, looked sideways at him, and asked.

Looking at the two figures on the drawing paper, Hong Lin smiled and suggested to Wang, "Since this is the case, it should be better for me to take bows and arrows, right?"

"Hearing what Qing said, Gu Dao also thinks that it would be better for you to also hold a bow and arrow."

Wang Hang looked at the drawing paper, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a gentle smile.

Looking at Wang's smile, Hong Lin should be happy in his heart, but an inexplicable sour feeling gradually spread, his eyes began to turn red, and his vision was blurred by tears before he knew it.

Then, he discovered to his horror that Wang's figure was gradually fading away, getting fainter and fainter, as if he was about to disappear in the next moment.

He rushed over anxiously, trying to grab the king, but the man's body disappeared completely the moment he touched it...

And at that moment, he fell into the boundless darkness.

As if all the warm days before were just his fantasy.

In the darkness where the border could not be seen, Hong Lin searched for His Highness, but to no avail.

He started to break down and shout: "Your Highness...Your Highness...Your Highness..."

The voice was hoarse, as if weeping blood.

However, no one responded.

Hong Lin opened his eyes suddenly, and his chest heaved violently.

It was still dark in the middle of the night.

But there was a reassuring warmth at hand.

Hong Lin turned his head, and his highness was lying beside him.

Thanks to the calming soup from the Central Plains healer, His Highness slept soundly and was not woken up by himself having a nightmare.

Hong Lin raised his hand feebly and covered his eyes.

"It turned out to be a dream... Fortunately, it was just a dream..."

A low, inaudible sigh drifted out in the silent darkness.

Although he knew it was just a nightmare, Hong Lin still had a sense of panic that was hard to ignore.

The first half of the dream was so beautiful and real that when the sudden cold darkness tore the dream apart, it seemed even more cruel and cruel.

The painting in the dream is real.

Hong Lin also witnessed its birth and creation process.

The conversation between the two in the dream also happened before.

Everything seemed so real that Hong Lin fell into that seemingly beautiful but cruel dream unprepared.

But now when he wakes up, he still doesn't feel relaxed.

Because, he remembered the ending of that painting.

His Highness really modified the painting for him, and painted him the bow and arrow he wished for.

However, that painting was finally destroyed by his own sword, who was dazzled by hatred.

The stupid self ignored His Highness's intentions, and split the picture scroll he carefully modified for himself into two halves with a single sword.

He still remembers His Highness's eyes at that time. Surprise, anger, and sadness intertwine into unspeakable pain. Every time he thinks about it, it makes his heart ache and regrets endlessly.

That painting was His Highness's beautiful vision for the future of the two of them, but he destroyed that painting with his own hands, which was tantamount to throwing His Highness's heart on the ground and trampling on it fiercely.

At that moment, His Highness, who was only willing to resist his own attack and never made a move, was finally enraged by him, no longer tolerated, and began to attack him.

The offensive was fierce, and I gradually found it difficult to parry.

Hong Lin's swordsmanship was taught by Wang himself, and he always knew that if Wang got serious, he would never be able to resist.

Therefore, in that so-called assassination, he never thought of actually killing the king, he only wanted to die.

However, for some reason, he, who was in a state of confusion, actually stabbed the sword in the king's body in the end.

He trembled and let go of his hand, not daring to look into Wang's eyes.

He was afraid to see the astonishment and despair in Wang's eyes.

He obviously came to beg for death, but in the end, he personally cut off the life of the person he had promised to give his life for?

After rebirth, His Highness ordered him to sort out the drawings.

He had searched through everything quietly, but he still couldn't see the picture scroll in his dream that enshrined his beautiful vision for the future.

He didn't know whether His Highness had put it away, or it had been burned.

Whenever he saw His Highness painting, he would think of that painting.

However, he never dared to ask.

He was afraid that if he mentioned the past and recalled painful memories, he would lose even this chance to stay by His Highness's side.

Hong Lin turned sideways to the sleeping Wang, gently stretched out his arms to hug him, and closed his eyes helplessly, with tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

My Highness, Hong Lin dare not extravagantly ask for your forgiveness, but just ask me to be with you for a long time...

In this way, just fine...