King's Solo

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The slender eyelash feathers were slowly lifted, and the gorgeous gold gauze and silver curtains entered the eyes, Wang's eyes were in a trance.

"Your Highness?"

There was a soft call of surprise in the ear, and he slowly tilted his head, Park Seung Gi?Oh, he really doesn't seem to be dead.

Sitting up with difficulty while being served, my body felt like an old wheel, sore and stagnant.

A cup of warm water was brought to his mouth, and he gently supported his upper body with one hand. It has to be said that Park Seung Gi's service was extremely considerate.

Wang looked at the burning stove in the room, "Shengji? How long have you been sleeping?"

Park Seung-ki wiped the remaining water stains on the corners of Wang's lips with a handkerchief, bowed his head and said, "Your Highness, it's winter now."

Wang couldn't help lowering his head, his loose long hair fell down on his chest, "Ahem..." There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, "It's been so long, I almost slept for a quarter."

Park Seung-ki handed over the cough medicine soup again, "Yes, the king was stabbed in the lungs by a traitor that day, and he was in a critical situation. Fortunately, the wound was resolved safely and healed. However, the king's body suffered too much damage, and he fell into a coma until now. The imperial doctor said, I'm afraid...the old disease will be left behind."

Wang Ren put the medicinal soup into his mouth, calmed down the itching in his throat, and calmly said: "No wonder when I just woke up, I felt that my breathing was stagnant and uncomfortable."

Wang's face was pale and retreated, his eyes were lowered, and he talked about his physical condition, with an expression that seemed lonely and indifferent.

At this moment, the Wang who was with him quietly made him unable to bear to break it. Park Shengji skipped the topic of traitors for now, and said softly, "Please be patient, Wang. Seeing that you are showing signs of awakening, I have already sent someone to invite the imperial physician. You are on your way now. Everything outside has been arranged for you, Your Highness does not need to worry."

The corners of Wang's lips raised slightly, and Park Seung-ji clearly remembered that this was the second time Wang smiled at him, a smile that belonged to him alone, something he had longed for once.

He heard Wang Yong say to him with the gentleness he always had only for Hong Lin, "I'm fine, Shengji must have worked very hard these days, he looks rather haggard and thinner."

Park Seung-ji stared blankly at Wang Rou's face, the palm attached to the back of his hand was slightly cold, and was emaciated due to several months of bed rest, in fact, Wang himself was the one who lost weight.

Hong Lin, do you know how precious things in the world you have lost?

A king who is no longer obsessed with Hong Lin is a real king, the king of all of them in Goryeo.

Seeing Wang Jisu's thin body, his pale and transparent skin, and the emptiness hidden in his eyes, Park Shengji's heart couldn't help but ache.

But, their king paid too heavy a price for this awakening.

Looking in amazement at his new Jianlong Guard Captain, holding his hand with both hands as if cherishing it, with his forehead trembling slightly against it, Wang Waner.

But Wang didn't say any words of comfort, he just gently comforted this coquettish person like a large dog, feeling the soft texture of the hair under his hands, and his gaze was a little erratic.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps, and it was the arrival of the imperial doctor.

The old man bowed his head and kowtowed, "Your Highness."

Park Seung Gi had already wiped away his tears, and stood aside as if nothing had happened, but his eyes were red.

Physician Wang Chong nodded, "Come here."

The imperial physician put a cloth pillow on the king, and placed his fingers carefully on Wang's slender wrist, for fear of leaving finger marks on the pale skin if he didn't pay attention.

After the imperial doctor made a diagnosis, he stepped back and knelt down, with his head drooping deeply, "Your Highness, your body has not fully recovered. Your lungs have been pierced by the sword wound, and your vitality is exhausted. You will suffer from hidden diseases in the future. It is not suitable for strenuous activities. I am afraid... ..."

The imperial doctor paused, and swallowed his saliva in fear, "I'm afraid I won't be able to practice swords anymore, and even running too fiercely will cause discomfort. In the future, I need to take care of myself carefully, and there may be some chances."

Park Seung-ki glared at the imperial physician who only knew how to speak bluntly, and looked at Wang worriedly.

There was nothing unusual about Wang, but he just retracted his wrist indifferently, staring at his pampered but callused palm, with protruding joints, pale and thin, it didn't look like the one he was familiar with at all.

Xu Xu grasped it, full of powerlessness, he really couldn't hold the sword anymore.

"Well, I see, let's back down."

The imperial physician wiped the sweat from his brow, with worried eyes, Nuonuo withdrew.

"Your Highness." Pu Shengji knelt on the head of the king's bed, "I implore Your Highness to allow me to serve you closely, and I am willing to do my best to take good care of Your Highness."

Wang looked at the drooping head in front of the bed with an unpredictable expression, "Sheng Ji, I remember that I have already rejected you."

Park Seung-ji bowed his head deeply, his fingertips turned pale, "I beg you again."

"You are already the captain of my Dragon Guard."

Park Seung-ji raised his head abruptly, "Could it be that Hong Lin wasn't there before."

Wang stared at the person next to him, and Park Seung-gi looked straight at him without fear.

Wang pulled out a mocking smile, the smile was transparent and blurred, "Do you want to be the second Hong Lin?"

Pu Shengji knew that he had angered the king, and he was already thinking of retreating, but after this time, it might be difficult for him to have the courage in the future, "I just want to serve Your Highness, and I will never follow Hong Lin's footsteps. What I want is only Your Highness!"

Wang Zuo sat up straight and looked down at the person below. How much can he believe this person's oath?

However, the country's troubles have not been eliminated, he doesn't believe it, so he is so divorced from the current biggest helper?

The cold light in his eyes was like a sword, no matter what, he said that there would never be another Hong Lin.

Wang closed his eyes fiercely, and when he opened them again, there was no sign of change, "Forget it, what does it matter if I don't allow it? Haven't you already served me closely? These days, you are probably already familiar with it." gone."

Pu Shengji quickly kowtowed, "Your Highness, forgive me, I just don't trust others..."

A pair of white feet stepped on the ground, Wang helped the kneeling man up, "I didn't blame you, but I promised you."

"Your Highness..." Park Seung-ji was overwhelmed with joy, and quickly got up to prevent Wang from getting out of bed without permission, and put shoes and socks on Wang's naked feet, his hands trembling slightly.

Then Wang stood up, and was about to call someone, but changed his mind, "Sheng Ji, come and serve me to take a bath."

Surprised and slammed down, Park Seung-ki forced himself to be calm, "Yes."

In front of the bath, the king opened his hands, his dignified and graceful gesture was unreserved.

Pulling off the belt, Park Seung-ki slowly eased off Wang's pajamas, and the wide and severe scar on his chest suddenly appeared in his eyes, which was even more shocking against Wang's thin chest.

Seeing Park Seung-ki's stunned expression, Wang was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Park Seung-ki knelt straight down, reached out his arms rudely and hugged Wang's waist, his voice choked up, "Your Highness, please forget about Hong Lin, forget about him, forget about your love for him, he tortured you Isn't that enough?"

Even though that feeling has been ruthlessly smashed away by him, there is still a corrosive venom left, and there is still a bone-piercing pain when it is mentioned.

Wang's eyes were dimly lit, but he didn't notice anything. His tone was cold and emotionless, "Torture? No one can torture Wang!"

Feeling uncomfortable because of the king's words, Park Seung-ji suddenly found that the king he was thinking about had smooth skin|skin in front of his eyes, and his breath was full of Wang Qinglie's breath.

Park Seung-ki raised his head quietly, unaware of the forbearable longing in his eyes looking at Wang.

This is simply a large dog begging for food, Wang thought so, when training hunting dogs, proper feeding is a must.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang finally put his hand on Park Seung Gi's head, touching his cheek and chin.

"Shengji, there are some unsocial voices in the court again."