Your Majesty, I am not worthy

Chu Yuheng seldom drank alcohol.

Just because he knew that he would get drowsy if he drank two more glasses? He would never touch a drop of wine before dealing with important matters.

But tonight, when the inn delivered dinner, they also brought a cup of wine. Xu Shi recalled what the predecessors said that wine can soothe your sorrows, and Chu Yuheng drank strong alcohol without taking a few mouthfuls of food.

The worries didn't disappear, but the smell of alcohol aroused even more sinister desires in Chu Yuheng's heart.

Soon,? His face was flushed,? His mind was slightly blurred.

Trying hard to clear up the few remaining minds, it took Chu Yuheng less than half a quarter of an hour to go from the inn to Rong Mu's mansion.

The dark guard who was originally protecting the emperor saw that his master's back was straight, and he was walking as usual, so he followed his master from afar.

Chu Yuheng walked so fast that he thought he was not drunk.

His body was tired, but at the moment he was very energetic. Thinking that he would see Rong Mu soon, Chu Yuheng's already brisk pace suddenly accelerated.

Chu Yuheng managed to find Rong Mu's house by mistake.

When Chu Yuheng pushed the door, he saw the white figure leaning on the bed, and all the difficult thoughts were thrown away by him for a moment.

Then he acted like he was out of his control.

The body is hot and dry, and the evil/fire caused by the lower abdomen is difficult to suppress,? He is still clamoring frantically in his mind that he can't touch A Mu who is on the couch? Rong Mu will catch fire at the corner of his clothes...

But the current consciousness was separated from Chu Yuheng's body.

Chu Yuheng's hip bones uncontrollably lifted the lower leg bones and strode towards the person on the couch.

The moment he hugged Rong Mu tightly, despair and bewilderment intertwined in Chu Yuheng's heart.

But after a few breaths, the sharp pain from the lower abdomen made Chu Yuheng's ponderous brain slowly regain some calm.

Following the throbbing belly, Chu Yuheng's hand reached near his front shirt.

Can't see clearly, but can feel it.

It was a short blade that stabbed him,? and—

A cold and trembling hand bone.

Chu Yuheng's drowsiness after drinking just now was finally dissipated by the icy cold that he touched at this moment.

The hut was pitch black, and even the moonlight never entered.

Chu Yuheng couldn't see the expression of the person in front of him clearly.

But Rong Mu was fiddling with a dagger on the bed in the middle of the night, if he hadn't come in time, would Rong Mu have committed suicide here...

As soon as this thought broke ground in Chu Yuheng's mind, it swept through every corner of his mind in an instant.

He had just met Rong Mu during the day, and at night Rong Mu was about to use this method to leave the world. For a moment, Chu Yuheng's chest seemed to have a big hole, and hot magma poured down. It's even more unbearable.

But Chu Yuheng was not the only one who was shocked and astonished.

Even Rong Mu, who has seen a lot of wind and rain, can't help being cold to the bone right now.

How could he have expected that Chu Yuheng would break into his house in the middle of the night, and accidentally bumped into the dagger he hadn't recovered yet.

Everything is just a mistake.

But it is also true that he injured Chu Yuheng with a sharp blade... If Chu Yuheng pursues it, it will be a crime of "king killing".

"Ah Mu, let go."

Chu Yuheng's voice was extremely low, and the sound of gnashing teeth could be faintly heard.

Rong Mu still didn't know that the bones of his hand holding the dagger were still trembling at the moment, when Chu Yuheng's burning palm covered the back of his hand, there was still a string in Rong Mu's heart tightly stretched.

The almost dead hand moved away from the dagger in his belly, Rong Mu lowered his eyes, but he couldn't see clearly how Yu Heng's injury was now, just now the stickiness on his fingertips was blown by the wind blown by the heavy exhalation of the person in front of him. Blow cold.

With his eyes fixed, Rong Mu stayed on the bed intending to seek medical help, but he was stopped by Chu Yuheng's outstretched arms.

Chu Yuheng already suspected that Rong Mu had a will to die, so how could he let him go now.

"Ah Mu, where are you going!"

Chu Yuheng immediately held Rong Mu's wrist tightly. In the darkness, the emperor's fear was well concealed by the night.

But the place he is holding right now is the place where Rong Mu was held sorely during the day.

There were already light blue marks on this wrist, but now under Chu Yuheng's tight grip, the pain spread to half of Rong Mu's body along the meridians on Rong Mu's forearm.

Rong Mu let out a light "hiss", which was almost inaudible.

But seeing that Chu Yuheng still didn't let go, Rong Muqing coldly cut through the tense atmosphere between the two: "I'm going to find a doctor."

"Don't go!"

"If I don't leave, will I let His Majesty bleed? Now that I live in a small house and have few servants, it's no longer the time when someone rushed over to serve Your Majesty as soon as I called."

"Ah Mu, are you really going to call the doctor? Instead of killing yourself in another way?"

After all, after drinking, Chu Yuheng's mind was slower than before, and he was stunned to throw out his doubts.

Chu Yuheng's suspicion made Rong Mu's eyebrows twitch: "Otherwise, what does Your Majesty think I will do, and run away while taking advantage of the chaos?"

Throwing away the man's hand holding his wrist, in the dark, Rong Mu endured the soreness of his forearm and switched hands to relight the candle

Rong Mushujun's face instantly appeared in Chu Yuheng's dark pupils when the flames reappeared, as if only half of his face was outlined with ink pen, and the other half was hidden in the darkness, white like jade, black Like ink.

"I didn't misunderstand your meaning of running away..." Compared with running away from him, Rong Mu's death is what scares Chu Yuheng the most.

The aftertaste of the wine has picked up, and Chu Yuheng's speech is not as careful as before: "I'm just worried that you won't think about it, and then you won't be able to do anything stupid."

It turned out that Chu Yuheng thought he had a plan to commit suicide...

Pushing aside the heavy darkness, he squinted at the obviously drunk monarch on the couch, Rong Mu didn't intend to deny it.

But he doesn't have to be like this for the time being, the most important thing right now is to quickly check on Chu Yuheng's injuries.

When Rong Mu came to Lingqi County from Haojing, his body was slowly healed, and the doctor who was originally raised by the house was also sent back, so Rong Mu had to go out to ask his mother-in-law to find a doctor right now.

Just as Rong Mu wanted to tell Chu Yuheng not to move around, he saw that Chu Yuheng had already reached out and wanted to pull out the dagger that had been inserted into his lower abdomen.

For a moment, Rong Mu's curly and slender eyelashes kept jumping: "Your Majesty, no!"

But even though Chu Yuheng was drunk, his hand movements were still fast.

When he pulled out the short dagger, which was as long as a palm, nearly half of the short blade was already red with blood.

Like a child handling candy, the short dagger was twirling in Chu Yuheng's hand, so fast that there were only afterimages interlaced with red and silver.

Rong Mu was stunned for a moment, and the next moment Chu Yuheng's face changed drastically, and he threw the dagger on the mattress, then tore a corner of his sleeve with his bare hands and roughly pressed it on the bleeding wound.

After the series of movements were over, Chu Yuheng looked at the astonished Rong Mu, and then slowly and deliberately relaxed his tense cheekbones, trying to squeeze out a few gurgling smiles: "I'm already healed."

Rong Mu: ...

He wasn't sure if Chu Yuheng was okay or not, but he was sure enough now that Chu Yuheng must have touched a lot of wine tonight.

Lowering his head slightly, Rong Mu's eyelashes were wet with cold sweat before, and now they are shining under the candlelight: "I'd better go find a doctor."

Pressing against the soft pillow at the head of the bed, Chu Yuheng said again unprecedentedly: "Ah Mu, you don't have to go anywhere now."

After saying that, Chu Yuheng covered the wound with one hand, and put his other hand on his lips.

When the whistle sounded, someone quickly came to the two of them.

But within a quarter of an hour, Rong Mu understood what Chu Yuheng meant.

Because the most respected old doctor in Lingqi County was "invited" over.

When Dr. Xu came over, the gray silk was messy, the button of his coat was wrongly buttoned, his legs were trembling because of his rapid walking, and behind him was a cold-faced dark man carrying a huge medicine box.

It was the first time for Dr. Xu to see someone come to invite him in such a way. The invitation was full of threats, and he didn't say which family had the accident.

But later Dr. Xu found out that something had happened in Rong Mu's house, and his reluctance to be disturbed in the middle of the night lessened a little.

Immediately after bandaging the wound of the person on the couch, Dr. Xu glanced at Chu Yuheng who was still clutching his belly on the couch, and sighed in his heart.

This man smelled of alcohol mixed with blood, and there was a bloody dagger lying on the mattress beside him...

The injured person in the back room is not an ordinary person at first glance.

When Dr. Xu left, his cloudy eyes that were squinting at Rong Mu were full of worry, and he didn't dare to ask more questions.

His great-grandson is now teaching in Rong Mu's school.

And Rong Mu is a good person.

After sending Dr. Xu out the door, when Rong Mu came back, he saw the bandaged Jingui man leaning on where he should have been.

The quilt will cover Chu Yuheng's leg bones, and the underwear that Chu Yuheng loosened just now for bandages has not been fastened, and the neckline is slightly opened, Chu Yuheng's strong and muscular lower abdomen is still exposed Pale blood-stained white knots.

He only glanced, and before the man noticed, Rong Mu looked away: "If the wound hurts, Your Majesty should take a rest."

After all, if you fall asleep, it won't hurt.

Chu Yuheng squinted his eyes in response.

The half cup of wine he drank in the evening made his face hot now.

It's a lie that the wound doesn't hurt, but it also allowed him to stay in Rong Mu's room logically. Chu Yuheng's mind slowed down for a while. Only after his wound was bandaged did he realize that he should take the opportunity to sell Rong Mu badly.

I don't know if it's too late now...

While thinking wildly, Chu Yuheng saw that Rong Mu hugged the quilt from the pear blossom box behind the small screen.

There was only one bed in the room, Chu Yuheng raised his hips slightly and moved into the bed, intending to leave some space for Rong Mu to lie down on.

But Rong Mu hugged the quilt and walked towards the imperial concubine chair not far away.

Chu Yuheng's arms supporting the couch froze, and he watched Rong Mu put down the mattress in disbelief, and slowly leaned against the single-headed imperial concubine couch with his back facing him, leaving only the slightly protruding bedding on the narrow couch. .