King's Solo

This was undoubtedly a vague hint, Park Seung Gi seemed to turn on some kind of hidden switch, his eyes shone with an astonishing light, and he quickly crouched down.

"Please let Wei Chen be the sword in His Highness's hand. Where Your Highness wants to point is the direction of Wei Chen's sword!"

Wang showed a satisfied smile, bent slightly and raised Park Seung-gi's drooping head, rewarding him with a shallow kiss.

The sense of touch at that moment was so wonderful, as if fireworks flashed in my mind.

Park Seung-ji was so excited that he got carried away, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Wang Wei frowned, his breathing was short, he pushed him away suddenly, and coughed softly.

"Your Highness." Park Seung-ji hurriedly stroked Wang's back, feeling guilty in his heart.

His eyes overflowed with tears from coughing, Wang's loose long hair scattered on his naked white body.

Park Seung-ki turned his head hastily, he must have been too unclean in his mind, and felt that Wang Wang at that moment was too seductive.

"Okay, I want to take a bath, continue to undress me."

Before the king's body recovered, Park Seung-ji didn't dare to have other thoughts, and concentrated on removing the last cover for the king. Suddenly, his nose itched.

The warm liquid | dripped on the instep, Wang looked at the suspicious red liquid under the nose of the person below, "What's wrong with your nose?"

"Weichen...has been too weak lately, and got angry."

Because he regretted the bodies of his subordinates, the king's bath|bath was finally replaced by others to serve.

Gorgeous robes are added to the body, and the robes that used to be slim, now look very empty.

Dressed thickly, but not bloated, Wang slowly stepped out of the Taoist door, "Let's go to the prison."

Park Seung Gi bowed his head, feeling uneasy in his heart.

The road to the prison was long, but Wang still came to the cell.

It seems that Park Seung Gi really took good care of Hong Lin, with a clean cell, clean clothes, sufficient food and water.

That's right, Hong Lin used to be the captain, so there must be some sympathy in Jianlongwei.

Hong Lin leaned against the corner of the wall, staring blankly at the light from the narrow skylight above, as if his mind had been taken away by a demon, leaving only a shell.

Hearing the movement, Hong Lin seemed to think he was an acquaintance. He didn't move, and he spoke in a hoarse voice without turning his head, "You're here again, Your Highness... are you awake?"

Yijian Longwei raised his head anxiously at the rear, but saw their new captain looking at him coldly, and quickly lowered his head in fear, with cold sweat protruding from his forehead.

Wang looked at the people inside with a blank face. All his emotions were taken away by that knife, and he seemed to feel the chill in his chest again.

This person gave him a death, and gave him such a sick and weak body. At this point, how should he deal with this person so that the other person can also feel his pain?

He didn't hear the answer, Hong Lin finally turned his head, but saw the person he had been thinking about all the time. After being shocked, he crawled closer with his arms and hands, holding on to the wooden prison fence, saying incoherently, "Your Highness, Your Highness, are you awake? Are you awake?" never mind?"

Seeing Hong Lin reaching out to try to touch the king, Park Seung-ji couldn't bear the anger and kicked him, "Presumptuous, bold and rebellious, how dare you offend His Royal Highness with a dirty body!"

Yeah, dirty and cheap.

He was caught having an affair with the Queen's Book Pavilion, sentenced to castration, escaped from prison without authorization, assassinated His Highness, and caused His Highness to be seriously injured and died frequently.

Hong Lin didn't give up after being kicked down, and approached the prison again, but he didn't dare to stretch out his hand again. He looked straight at the sickly Wang, and the regret in his heart almost overwhelmed him, "Your Highness..."

A low cough suddenly sounded, echoing in the empty cell.

Park Seung-ki flashed panic, "Your Highness."

A wooden chair was brought over, and Park Seung-ki helped Wang, who was somewhat exhausted from the unbearable cough, to sit down slowly, put on a fur, and handed him warming and cough-relieving soup.

Wang Xu covered his lips and waved his hands. This series of actions did not cause any fluctuations in his eyes. His dark eyes looked forward, and he sighed in his words, "Hong Lin...do you have anything to say?"

Hong Lin stared blankly at the sick and weak king, his heart felt as if soaked in poisonous juice, and he was tightening the pain. The former king was somewhat stronger than him because of his sword practice.

In the dejected eyes, tears flowed down uncontrollably, which was all caused by him, "Sinner, I have nothing to say."

With lowered eyes, Wang said: "Ahem... that's good, for the sake of old love, I will spare you the death penalty."

There was a faint hope in Hong Lin's eyes, which was quite similar to Wang's expression before he died.

Park Seung-ki raised his eyes, his face was expressionless, his five fingers tightened fiercely, but he remained silent.

In the silent cell, only the king's indifferent announcement resounded, "Two choices, one, I will let you free, you and the queen will leave the palace immediately, and let you live a worry-free life outside and have children. For the common people, it is forbidden to return to the capital and appear before my eyes."

If Hong Lin really loved the queen, it would undoubtedly be a huge pie.

Hong Lin looked at Wang without blinking, tears streaming down his face, and shook his head firmly.

The corner of the king's lips curled up in a mocking arc, "Secondly, if you return to Jianlongwei to be an ordinary dragonguard, the queen will have nothing to do with you, and naturally your child in the queen's womb cannot be kept."

Hong Lin was speechless for a moment, and the fierce struggle was palpable.

That painful expression made Wang appreciate it very much.

For a moment, a needle could be heard in the cell, and only Hong Lin was left with his head bowed, choking in pain.

Hong Lin finally raised his tearful face, and bowed straightly to Wang Xing, "Sinner, I wish to continue to protect His Highness in the palace and make up for my sins..."

"Yes." There seemed to be no surprise for Hong Lin's choice. In fact, he was prepared for any option, and the first choice did not mean that he was the way out.

Wang tilted his head slightly, and said lightly, "Sheng Ji."

Park Seung-ki bowed his head and listened to the order, stepped forward and opened the cell door.

"Since that's the case, Aiqing has a very close relationship with the queen, and I will leave the rest to Aiqing. Presumably, Aiqing will not disappoint me."

A palace maid stepped forward, holding only a pitch-black medicine bottle on the tray in her hand, and it was self-evident what was in it.

With grief on his face, Hong Lin took it tremblingly, grasped it tightly, and kowtowed deeply again, "I will live up to your Highness's trust."

With such appearance, why make such a choice?

"Cough, cough, cough..." Wang took Park Seung-ji's hand and stood up with his strength. The smile on his lips was soothing and peaceful. He left Hong Lin who was in torment, and slowly walked out of the cold cell.

The delicate wooden comb strokes the smooth long hair, slender eyebrows, and vermilion lips. In the mirror, the beauty is picturesque.

Wang was in a coma for three whole months, and Goryeo has entered the cold winter from the autumn solstice.

It's not that the queen didn't work hard, it's just that her brother is dead, and Park Seung-ki, who had been encouraged by her, is also wary of her like a snake and a scorpion. News of her can't even get out of the palace.

And Hong Lin...has never had any contact with her.

Carefully lifted the hem of the skirt and sat upright. It is said that the king finally woke up, and it was not Ji Xing who was waiting for them?

The awakened king did not punish them, and allowed their meeting tonight. She couldn't think deeply about what it represented.

The queen unconsciously stroked her belly, which had just started to be conspicuous, raising a maternal radiance.

The gate of the palace was wide open, the night was approaching dawn, and Hong Lin came late.

No matter how strong the donkey fire is, it can't withstand the frost and cold nights in winter.

Rubbing his lower abdomen with his hands, his heart was frozen little by little by Dong Ling, and when he finally saw the figure of that person, it quietly turned into spring water.

The man walked into the room with a plate of food, and the smile on the queen's lips could not be stopped, "You are here."