Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

He stopped and lowered his eyes respectfully, "I don't know the emperor, what's the important thing for Tu Xuanchen?"

"Come in." After finishing the words, a man's dull voice came from the room.

With the will, Chu Jingran didn't think too much, raised his hand and pushed the door directly to enter, but entered the room bypassing the screen, and his pupils shrank at the moment of the screen behind the screen.

Behind the screen, Mo Jiujun sat on the edge of the exquisite Babu bed not far away. Although the armor he wore when he went to the battlefield had receded from his body, he could still clearly see the dark blood stains left on his clothes.

On the side of the bed, there is a copper basin on a wooden frame. The clear water in the basin has been dyed so dark that it cannot see the bottom. It can be seen how much blood has been melted into this basin.

However, what really frightened Chu Jingran at this time was the bloody broken arrow feather on the ground, and the blood-stained shirt on Mo Jiujun's left shoulder.

The arrow feathers on the ground were not broken in two, but at least three, because Chu Jingran didn't see the feathers and the front of the arrow at this moment, what he saw was a section of the arrow that was not as long as a finger.

Combined with the blood on the copper basin, Chu Jingran recalled it in a flash. The feather was obviously broken on the battlefield, and the arrow was broken when the armor was changed. As for the arrow...

Chu Jingran's expression changed, "Your Majesty."

"Help me get the arrow."

This arrow is not something that you can just pull out at will, and you can take it out if you want. Now on the battlefield, there is a small hook at the end of the arrow, just to make it difficult to take the arrow. If you are not careful, the pain is unbearable. , causing secondary damage is the most fatal.

Chu Jingran didn't dare to be careless at all, knowing that Mo Jiujun announced him back in such a low-key manner, he must not want others to know about it, so he had to find tools for taking arrows and wound bandages into the room himself.

The injury was on the shoulder. In order to avoid other effects caused by the clothes blocking, Chu Jingran immediately raised his hand and took off the man's shirt after apologizing.

What is different from what you imagined is that Mo Jiujun has many scars on his body, including knife wounds, arrow wounds, and other wounds that cannot be seen from any kind of weapon. The most dangerous part is an arrow on the left heart. Although he didn't know what kind of dangerous situation it was, according to the depth of the scar, Chu Jingran could tell that the injury must have been almost fatal at that time.

And these injuries are obviously the traces left by Mo Jiujun on the battlefield when he was just a prince.

Turning his gaze to the tight abdominal muscles, Chu Jingran sighed: 【It would be great if I were the emperor. 】

【Um? 】

【In this way, I can invite him to sleep with me openly and aboveboard. 】The body is so good, it's really painful to watch but not eat.

No. 520 took pleasure in others' misfortunes, 【It's a pity that you are not. 】

Sighing, Chu Jingran then said: [However, I think with this abdominal muscle, I can masturbate in the bathtub all night tonight. 】

【……】you go! ! !

Without hesitating, he turned his eyes away from the person in front of him, and after washing his hands in clean water, Chu Jingran picked up the dagger beside him and began to disinfect it on the candle beside him.

Mo Jiujun half leaned on the head of the bed, just looking at the people around him steadily.

The complicated dark court robe has faded away, and this person is wearing a pure moon white brocade robe today, and there is no dark water mark on the center of his brow, which symbolizes his identity. From this point of view, he looks very much like a handsome young man.

At this moment, he is clinging to the gemstone dagger, carefully roasting the blade on the fire, the dancing flames swaying on the crystal clear jade skin, glowing with a faint light, he just stands quietly not far away, even though he is so close, but The indifference that permeated his whole body made him feel like a fairy lodging in the sky, always so far away.

Thinking of the word out of reach, Mo Jiujun frowned.

There is no king's soil under the whole world, and there is no king's ministers on the coast of leading the soil.

He is the emperor. In this world, there is nothing that is out of reach for him.

Thinking of this, Mo Jiujun raised his eyes and looked at the person who looked like a banished fairy not far away, his eyes deepened.

Including... this person.

After ensuring that the entire dagger was sterilized, Chu Jingran turned around, thinking that there were no anesthetics in ancient times, and the pain of gouging out the flesh after a meeting, knowing that the other party would definitely not bite the handkerchief in a desperate manner, so he thoughtfully planned to chat with him Chat, divert the attention of the next person.

"The emperor has suffered so many injuries, why does he still stay on the battlefield?"

Feeling the severe pain of the blade cutting through the skin, Mo Jiujun's hands on the bed were pulled together fiercely, dripping with cold sweat, he adjusted his slightly chaotic breathing, knowing what it means for someone to speak like this, it's rare He replied: "Because the imperial palace at that time was more terrifying than the battlefield."

"On the battlefield, these injuries can be cured, but there, as long as you make a wrong step, you will lose your life completely."

Chu Jingran's eyes didn't move. As a national teacher, he knew everything about Mo Jiujun. Ever since his mother and concubine passed away early, the former emperor didn't have much affection for him. This situation is already difficult for ordinary officials and businessmen. , let alone a man-eating palace, or a little him alone