The Regent has turned black again

Chu Feng really didn't know how the original owner had traded with Mo Shiyuan before, could his blood be used directly, or to whom?

But this matter can't be delayed, and because no one else knows, Chu Feng doesn't know who to ask.

Who can ask, of course, can only ask Mo Shiyuan.

But Chu Feng didn't know how to ask, could he just ask: Do you need my blood?

This is definitely not possible.

The weather is neither too early nor too late, but after tomorrow, it will be the night of the full moon, so there is no delay.

Chu Feng thought for a while, and went to call Xiao Lizi to bring the best guard in the palace for Qinggong.

Chu Feng went to find a dagger and took a bottle.

Chu Feng held the dagger for a long time, not knowing where to cut it.

There is a scar on the palm of his hand, but the scar has healed, I don't know if it was cut by the previous owner.

If he cut his wrist directly, would he cut the aorta and die?

No, no, those who committed suicide cut their wrists to death.

It should be that the palm of the hand is right, but he doesn't know how much blood is needed.

It was getting dark and the moon was already high in the sky.

Chu Feng raised his head and glanced out the window. Anyway, sooner or later he would be stabbed, but it was the difference between him doing it himself and Mo Shiyuan doing it.

He has never hurt himself like this before, and the injury really hurts.

Chu Feng swiped his dagger several times in the palm of his hand, but he really couldn't help himself.

It would be great if blood can be drawn in ancient times, it is very convenient, and there are no scars, and it will not hurt much.

Chu Feng really couldn't do it.

Ahhhhh!

Forget it, Mo Shiyuan was still waiting for him to save his life, he just hurt for a while, but Mo Shiyuan didn't have his blood, life would be better than death.

The last time I was in the ruined temple, Mo Shiyuan looked like that, covered in blood, and in so much pain.

Chu Feng's heart twitched when he thought of Mo Shiyuan's appearance in the ruined temple.

And if Mo Shiyuan is cold, he will definitely not be able to manage the country well, what will the people do then.

Nothing happened to Mo Shiyuan!

When Chu Feng thought of this, his heart finally stopped. He directly held the dagger in the palm of his hand, and then pulled it hard with the other hand.

The excruciating pain came from the hand, and the bright red blood came out from the palm of Chu Feng's hand, dripping drop by drop along the palm of the hand, and dripped into the bottle.

The bottle was washed very clean by Chu Feng, scalded in boiling water, and soaked in wine, which can be regarded as disinfection.

Chu Feng just watched his own blood flow down and into the bottle.

……

After an unknown amount of time, the bottle was almost full before Chu Feng poured the hemostatic golden sore medicine he had prepared on the wound.

It is undoubtedly very painful to apply medicine directly to this kind of wound. Chu Feng clenched his teeth, and tears almost burst out of his pain.

Why, for that old thief Mo Shiyuan, he paid the price in pain!

Chu Feng didn't have time to deal with his wound, so he covered the bottle with a cork.

Not long after, the bodyguard that Xiao Lizi was looking for came.

"emperor!"

Chu Feng gave the bottle to the guard: "You send this to the Prince Regent's Mansion immediately, and you must hand it over to the Prince Regent with your own hands. Use the fastest speed, and don't spill it."

Chu Feng's face looked a little pale, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Yes!" The guard went out with the bottle.

Chu Feng felt a little dizzy, the bottle was not too small, and he bled a lot.

Moreover, Chu Feng was very thin and weak, and he hadn't had dinner yet, so he was even weaker now.

"Little Lizi." Chu Feng called towards the door.

Xiao Lizi hurried in: "Your Majesty, this servant is here."

Chu Feng subconsciously hid his injured hand and knife: "I'm not feeling well, go find a doctor for me."

"The emperor is not feeling well? The slave will go right away!"

The doctor was quickly found by Xiao Lizi. Seeing Chu Feng's wound, the doctor was stunned for a moment, then took out tools and began to bandage Chu Feng.

Of course, the doctor didn't ask Chu Feng what happened. As courtiers, they couldn't ask casually.

Chu Feng really felt dizzy, the doctor said to let Chu Feng have a good rest, it is best to take more supplements.

After shedding so much blood, of course I have to eat something good.

Only then did Chu Feng ask Xiao Lizi to serve dinner, and Xiao Lizi was surprised when he saw the wound that Chu Feng had bandaged: "Your majesty's hand..."

"It's okay." It's not a big deal: "Didn't my hands do the same thing before?"

When Chu Feng asked this sentence, it was completely probing. He had scars on his palms, which must have been injured before.

Since Xiao Lizi is his personal eunuch, he must know something.

"Yes, Your Majesty, you will be injured every six months." Xiao Lizi said.

Once every six months?

Chu Feng doesn't know what kind of pattern it is, but the wound on his palm healed before he passed through it, it must have been a long time ago.

Mo Shiyuan didn't need to bleed every month for this medicine, so he was already much relieved.

Chu Feng's face was a little pale, and he didn't have much appetite. Because of dizziness, he wanted to sleep.

After taking two mouthfuls of rice and drinking some soup, Chu Feng fell asleep.

Probably because of bleeding so much, Chu Feng quickly fell asleep.

……

The guards quickly delivered the things, and when Mo Shiyuan saw the bottle, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

"The emperor gave it to you with his own hands?" Mo Shiyuan's eyes darkened.

It's self-evident what's inside.

"Yes, the emperor also asked the minister to hand it over to the prince himself."

"The king knows, you can go back." Mo Shiyuan took the bottle.

He looked up at the moon tonight, the moon was cold and windy, and there were a few dark clouds beside the moon.

Mo Shiyuan looked at the bottle with warmth. At this moment, his heart felt like it was stabbed by something, and it hurt a little.

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to see Chu Feng.

Before the emperor died, he told Mo Shiyuan how to cure the medicine.

In fact, it is not an antidote, but after taking it, it can temporarily suppress the agitation of the child Gu in the body.

In fact, that much blood is not used at all, it is just used as an introduction to medicine, and it is not directly drinking blood.

For some reason, Mo Shiyuan had no doubts at all, that Chu Feng had poured other people's blood to fool him.

……

In the middle of the night, a black shadow flew across the palace, and none of the patrolling guards saw it.

A certain regent started to go through the back door again, no, he started to climb over the wall again.

He walked to a certain emperor's bedroom in a familiar way, and then pushed the door open in a familiar way.

The light in the room was dim, but to Mo Shiyuan, it wasn't a big deal.

When I used to learn martial arts with my master, I had to practice seeing in the dark. Even in the daytime, I had to practice blindfolded to adapt to the blackness.

Mo Shiyuan walked directly to Chu Feng's bed without bumping into each other, and the person on the bed was still soundly asleep.

Chu Feng casually took a piece of clothing to cover the glowing night pearl, and Mo Shiyuan pulled the clothes to reveal the light of the night pearl, allowing him to see everything in the room clearly.

Mo Shiyuan didn't want to see clearly what was in the room, he just wanted to see Chu Feng.

The little emperor's round head was exposed, and his white and tender face was like tofu, with a trace of tenderness on his face.

Chu Feng put his hand on the quilt, the palm was wrapped with a white cloth, and a knot was tied on the back of the hand.

The white cloth looked extremely dazzling. Mo Shiyuan held that hand, probably because it was exposed outside the quilt, and Chu Feng's hand was cold.

Mo Shiyuan's palm was warm, he held Chu Feng's hand in his own, and covered it with his own body temperature.

"It's obvious that this king didn't come to you this time, why are you still willing to give me blood?" Mo Shiyuan couldn't see through Chu Feng.

What exactly was Chu Feng thinking? On the night of the full moon last year, he arranged for someone to kill him, wanting to take his life.

And now, she was willing to give him her own blood.

Could it be that seeing that the plan failed, he felt that he should lurk for a while longer?

Mo Shiyuan thought about what happened in his previous life, and it seemed to be true. Afterwards, Chu Feng didn't make any big moves, so he couldn't pretend to be cute.

It's just that in the last life, Mo Shiyuan didn't know that the assassination of the ruined temple was arranged by Chu Feng, and because Chu Feng was very obedient, he ignored Chu Feng, so that Chu Feng's power has developed greatly since then , he just knew.

It was the carelessness of the previous life that led to a big mistake.

And in this life, it seems that many things have not changed, but something has changed.

For the first time, Mo Shiyuan, who was usually strategizing, couldn't see through a Chu Feng.

In the previous life, he didn't take care of Chu Feng too much, allowing Chu Feng to succeed. In this life, he obviously put too much thought on Chu Feng, but he couldn't see through anything.

If it's not really innocent, it's just too good a disguise.

So, which one will Chu Feng be?

"Hmm..." Probably because the palms hurt too much, and Chu Feng didn't sleep very well.

Half asleep and half awake, Chu Feng felt like he had a dream.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the person sitting in front of his bed. The light of the Ye Mingzhu was not very bright, so Chu Feng just squinted his eyes and looked at Mo Shiyuan.

It was a dream again, he dreamed of Mo Shiyuan again, I hope this is not a bad dream, because every time he dreams of Mo Shiyuan, nothing good seems to happen.

"Mo Shiyuan..." Chu Feng's voice was low, as if talking in sleep.

In fact, others are awake, but their consciousness is still confused, and they can't even remember what they say.

"Don't ruin my dream this time..."

What Chu Feng said was very vague, and Mo Shiyuan couldn't hear clearly all of a sudden.

"What did you say?" Mo Shiyuan's heart seemed to be pinched by a hand, and his heartbeat accelerated, an indescribable feeling.

He only heard Chu Feng call his name, and then what a dream.

"The old dog..."

Mo Shiyuan: "..."

"You know how to bully me..." Chu Feng murmured again, even in his dream, Mo Shiyuan would always bully him!

bad guy!

Mo Shiyuan is a bad guy, and this bad guy appeared in his dream again, this should be a bad dream.

But, why in this dream, Mo Shiyuan just looked at him like this, still holding his hand, and didn't move?