sheep hunt

Feng Yang originally wanted to follow Han Ziling into the palace, but thinking that he would not be able to help if he went, he changed his mind and went home first.

But after returning home, he immediately passed the letter to his subordinates as long as Huang Yifan is not dead, he will never give up, and will do everything to find the miracle medicine in the world...

Because, he didn't want to see Han Ziling so sad.

In fact, Huang Yifan's life and death are nothing to him, but Han Ziling's despair and pain really make him unbearable.

Therefore, not for Huang Yifan himself, but just for his senior brother, in order to make his senior brother smile again, he is willing to give everything and go all out to find 'hope'...

...

After Han Ziling returned to the palace, he went directly to Huang Yifan's bedroom.

When he went, Ji Sufeng was still taking care of Huang Yifan, but Huang Yifan had completely stabilized himself.

Seeing that there was no sign of another attack, Han Ziling asked Ji Sufeng to go back to rest, while he himself still stayed close to the bed.

Once you keep it, it will last all night.

The next day, when it was time for the morning court, and Huang Yifan hadn't woken up yet, Han Ziling asked Hai Gonggong to send someone to say that the morning court was not today, and he continued to stay by Huang Yifan's side.

Han Ziling's health is not in the best shape, besides, he not only guarded Huang Yifan for the whole night last night, but also went to Huang Feiyan's place to experience an assassination. Not long after that, Eunuch Hai fell asleep beside Huang Yifan's bed.

After more than two hours, Huang Yifan slowly woke up. When he woke up, there was still a faint pain in his chest, so before he opened his eyes, all the events of last night came to his mind.

The fact that Han Ziling and Huang Feiyan were in love hit him again, and made him miserable.

His breath was slightly heavy, and his mood was very gloomy.

However, he is the emperor, so even if he is in pain or uncomfortable, he has to stand up and show his most perfect and best side in front of the ministers, so that the civil and military officials can feel at ease, and the people of the celestial dynasty can feel at ease.

Thinking like that, he opened his eyes and wanted to get up.

However, after opening his eyes and turning his gaze slightly, he froze.

With dark hair spread on his quilt, Han Ziling, who was sleeping with his head on his arm, looked very haggard. Even in his sleep, he was frowning deeply.

Huang Yifan was in a daze, almost thinking that the conflicts and rifts between him and Han Ziling these days were all hallucinations.

He thought about it for a long time before he realized that it was not an illusion, and the Han Ziling in front of him was also real...

It seems that Han Ziling should have guarded him for a long time... But why does Han Ziling still care about him now, why does he still come here?

Those questions, I am afraid that only Han Ziling himself can answer him.

Huang Yifan's mood inexplicably calmed down a lot. At this time, he didn't care about going to court or anything, but subconsciously didn't want to disturb the sleep of the person in front of him---after all, he looked so tired.

Therefore, Huang Yifan opened his eyes and stared at Han Ziling who was sleeping soundly until Han Ziling woke up because of the numbness of his arm.

"Yifan?"

Han Ziling was still in a daze, but as soon as his eyes met Huang Yifan's, he woke up in an instant: "Are you awake? When did you wake up? Why didn't you call me? How are you feeling? Is there anything wrong?" uncomfortable?"

"... "

His concern was normal in the eyes of the former Huang Yifan, but in the eyes of the current Huang Yifan, it is very puzzling.

Han Ziling spoke for a while, but Huang Feiyan didn't see a word, so he became a little nervous: "Yifan, is there something wrong with you..."

The last word 'comfortable' was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it again.

Because he has already seen that Huang Yifan's handsome face has no expression at all, and there is nothing in his eyes except for the indifferent brilliance...