I rely on the fans to save my life [Transmigration Book]

Ruan Tang just drank a few glasses for the entertaining minister, and now because of the need to suppress the panic, he accidentally took a big sip of wine, only to feel the strength of the wine rushing straight to his forehead, so he leaned back and rested one arm on the armrest of the dragon chair , Rest your head on your arms and close your eyes for a while.

The chest injury was throbbing, and Ruan Tang's physical strength was not very good, so he was extremely exhausted at this time.As soon as I closed my eyes, I didn't feel my mind rushing.

He really became a little tyrant, and being an emperor was not easy at all.Surrounded by tigers and wolves, he could only suppress and bluff his subordinates by his fierce appearance, but in the end he made all his relatives desert him and was even cut off.

Thinking of such a difficult situation, Ruan Tang's brows trembled unconsciously.

Ruan Tang closed his eyes, but he didn't know how many different eyes were lingering on him at this moment.

Among the officials sitting upright in the Golden Palace, many almost crushed the wine glasses in their hands.

There is no chance to watch it so carefully on weekdays, and until today, these ministers suddenly realized that the little emperor was so charming.

The young monarch, who was usually wise and mighty, was reclining on the dragon chair at this moment, a golden woven suit inlaid with beads and jade was pressing on his body, which made his thin stature stand out.

He had been assassinated not long ago and was apparently not fully recovered.The gorgeous golden dragon seat reflected the pale face, which made the boy's undeveloped facial features cast a layer of pitiful weakness.

The young man rested his hands on his head, revealing a section of his white arm. The tender white flesh seemed to be able to squeeze out water, and one couldn't help but want to pinch it hard.It's a pity that this is the supreme Ninth Five-Year Supreme, no one in the world is lucky enough to touch this white and tender arm, all they can do is look at it.

The little emperor was careful to cover up on weekdays, and he refused to show weakness. At 01:30, he behaved so arrogantly and violently.After all, he is still a young man, and now he is injured, yet he has such a fragile and quiet appearance.

The little emperor's brows trembled, is the wound hurting?

Originally thought that the young emperor was a lone wolf of iron, only now did he realize that he was a fluffy and ferocious little wolf cub, who usually thought he was vicious and cruel, and would bite anyone who dared to touch him.But as everyone knows, who wouldn't want to stroke his soft and warm fluff at this time?

The ministers looked at the young monarch pretending to be sleeping on the dragon throne, and unconsciously forgot the thought of humiliating and swallowing Wen Jiyun just now, and drank and ate quietly, not daring to disturb the boy 01:30 .

Not only did he not dare to offend Tianyan, but he also had the pity that he couldn't bear to startle Haitang Chunshui.

Ruan Tang closed his eyes, thinking wildly and drowsily, and fell asleep without realizing it.Li Zhongguo knew that the little emperor's sleep should never be disturbed, so when the banquet was over, the officials quietly left the hall, stood by the dragon seat for a while, and ordered someone to take a blanket and lightly drape it over Ruan Tang's body.

Ruan Tang leaned back on the chair in a daze, and vaguely saw two children playing and playing.A smaller child jumped up and down violently.One is two years older, looks white, and is sitting at the table reading a book.

With a "bang", the child jumping up and down knocked over the coral pen holder on the table, and the jade pens scattered all over the floor, some of them shattered into two pieces.

The palace eunuchs on the side watched the prince's favorite jade pen break into two pieces, and were too frightened to make a sound.

The child reading put down the scroll in his hand and said seriously, "Xiaotang."

Seeing Wen Jiyun's cold face, Long Aotang, who was jumping up and down just now, drooped his head in grievance, and cried out in grievance: "Brother Jiyun! Woooooo...brother! I was wrong!"

The one who caused the trouble was the first to sell miserably, and Wen Jiyun couldn't help it. He raised his hand and pinched Long Aotang's face, and said with a smile: "It's not worth anything, but just be more careful in the future. Don't cry."

Long Aotang's face was still stained with tears, and he rubbed his face against Wen Jiyun's hand: "Brother is the best, Xiaotang likes Brother Jiyun."

Suddenly there was a strong wind, and the scene in front of him changed instantly.Dark clouds overwhelm the city, waves of blood beat the sky on the river, and swords, guns, and halberds are like mountains and forests.

A piece of golden-red glow tore apart like thick clouds, falling on the cold silver helmet.Looking across the river, the flags and flags meander, and the blood-stained flags of Liang Guo flutter with the wind of the river.The prince with a spear and a leaping horse is heroic, like a nine-day god.Where the silver spear points, thousands of enemy formations are broken like landslides and seas, and the six armies are invincible.

Suddenly, the gunpowder smoke cleared, and the river was filled with broken swords and broken halberds.Wen Jiyun stood in a blood-stained war robe by the river, looking at the corpses lying thousands of miles away, and prostrated himself in the blood-stained dust.

In the end, only Ruan Tang was left sitting alone on the golden hall, Wen Jiyun, whose white clothes were stained with blood, walked up to the hall with a long sword in one hand, grabbed his heart with the other, and threatened to chop himself off with the sword.

Ruan Tang's heart was in severe pain, and cold sweat broke out from the pain. He couldn't stop the tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes. He looked up at Wen Jiyun, not knowing whether he was begging for mercy, or repenting for that evil tyrant scumbag: "Brother, I was wrong!"

Hearing the little emperor's raving in his dream, all the palace servants standing beside the little emperor were startled.

Even in a dream, when did His Majesty speak to people in such a tone?Could it be that I heard wrong?

For a moment, all the palace people held their breath, and the golden palace was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

The palace people only dared to secretly exchange glances with each other, but did not dare to make a sound.

Li Zhongguo lowered his head, stared at the little emperor who was still sleeping on the dragon chair, frowned, and asked softly, "Your Majesty?"

The little emperor in his sleep didn't answer, but whispered softly again, his voice was weak and pitiful, and he was obedient and flattering: "Brother, I really know that I was wrong."

Although the little emperor's voice in his dream was light and weak, it was real and real.

To Li Zhongguo's ears, it was like a thunderbolt exploding in his ears.

So I really didn't hear wrong just now? !Who is His Majesty calling in his dream?Where does His Majesty have a brother? ? ?

Hearing the "Brother" from the Golden Hall, the person standing in the corner of the Golden Hall with downcast eyes trembled with his long eyelashes.

The little emperor, Long Aotang, was the same as Wen Jiyun, the royal heirs were weak, and he had no siblings since he was a child.Only eight years ago, the then nine-year-old little emperor visited Liang country, played with Wen Jiyun, and called Wen Jiyun brother.In his life, the little emperor had only called Wen Jiyun his elder brother.

This little emperor has been naughty since he was a child and couldn't calm down. He often broke Wen Jiyun's favorite things. Every time he would pretend to be good and sell miserably with a pitiful face, saying "Brother, I was wrong", Wen Jiyun would always smile and expose it.

But now, it is no longer a small slapstick that can be dismissed with a smile by saying "brother, I was wrong".

After eight years, separated by thousands of mountains and seas, separated by raging wars, separated by mountains of corpses and seas of blood.There is no way to return, and it is difficult to advance.

Wen Jiyun raised his head and looked up the golden hall.The usually arrogant little emperor leaned on the dragon chair, still asleep.His cheeks were flushed from drunkenness, and he looked so rare and quiet and well-behaved.

Under the little emperor's long eyelashes are lightly closed eyes.Even though his eyes were closed, they seemed to be overflowing with twinkling stars.When I looked closely, there were tears in the corners of my eyes.

The tears, like a sharp knife wrapped in soft cloth, pierced Wen Jiyun's dark bottomless eyes.

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Ruan Tang fell into a deep sleep this time.

Suddenly, I felt a piercing pain in my fingertips.

Ruan Tang opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a white-bearded imperial doctor in official uniform sitting in front of him, who was pricking Ruan Tang's fingertips.

Seeing the little emperor opened his eyes, the imperial physician quickly withdrew the silver needle and knelt down on the ground.

In front of the bed, Li Zhongguo knelt down with a "plop", his eyes were red, and he almost didn't shed tears: "Your Majesty is awake! That's great! Your Majesty, the real dragon emperor, is indeed protected by the gods!"

Seeing that the little emperor had woken up, all the palace guards in front of the bed knelt on the ground together. Although they didn't dare to make a sound, they were all beaming with joy.

Only Ruan Tang himself was not happy at all.

Looking at this posture, the imperial doctor came, and a group of palace people looked nervous. I should have passed out due to accidental resting and lack of energy.

The last time the tyrant passed out, he crossed over.This time I was in a coma, but I couldn't wear it back... How long will I have to stay in this strange place?Can I go back by myself?

Ruan Tang raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, unknowingly ruffling the broken hair on his forehead.

Seeing the annoyed look on the little emperor's face, Li Zhongguo thought that Ruan Tang was depressed about his current physical condition, so he quickly comforted him: "The imperial doctor said, Your Majesty is fine, you just need to recuperate for about a month, don't drink, drink, eat or drink anymore. will be healed."

Naturally, Ruan Tang didn't fully believe Li Zhongguo's reassuring words. Just now, memories of this cannon fodder little tyrant flashed before his eyes like a revolving door, mixed with messy and disorderly nightmares, clearly he had gone to the gate of hell.

Li Zhongguo was obviously afraid of getting angry, so he concealed his physical condition for the better. Ruan Tang saw through it, glanced at the palace servants who were kneeling all around, and said casually: "Everyone get up."

The imperial physician and the palace staff breathed a sigh of relief, and got up quickly, only to hear the little emperor lying on the bed ask again: "Where is Wen Jiyun?"

Li Zhongguo, who was getting up, had a froze smile on his face.

The first thing His Majesty did when he woke up was not to ask what happened to the celebration banquet, not to ask princes and ministers, not to ask about state affairs... Wen Jiyun?

To be honest, in this strange world, Ruan Tang doesn't know anyone very well, the only person he knows best is Wen Jiyun.Although he was hostile to Wen Jiyun at this time, Ruan Tang could only think of Wen Jiyun subconsciously.Moreover, Wen Jiyun was closely related to his future destiny, so the first thing that came to his mind was to ask him.

Seeing the slightly puzzled expressions of the surrounding palace people and Li Zhongguo, Ruan Tang added indifferently: "I just dreamed that he ran away?"

This tyrant Zha Gong has always been suspicious and often takes things in his dreams seriously and throws a tantrum. If he dreamed that Wen Jiyun ran away, then it would seem very reasonable to ask Wen Jiyun's whereabouts as soon as he woke up.

Sure enough, Li Zhongguo's expression returned to normal, and he smiled courteously: "Please rest assured, Your Majesty. Wen Jiyun's status is special, how dare this old slave take it lightly. Because His Majesty didn't give any instructions on how to deal with it yesterday, this old slave let him kneel outside the bedroom for the time being. Guarded by the Dragon Guards, they cannot escape."

In Li Zhongguo's long speech, Ruan Tang only keenly caught the sentence "Let him kneel outside the dormitory".In other words, since Wen Jiyun passed out yesterday, he has been kneeling outside the bedroom until now.

Ruan Tang turned his head and glanced out the window.

This alternating cold and warm weather is like a child who cries whenever he says he wants to.The sun was still scorching yesterday, but today it was pouring rain outside the window, which made the rose flowers blooming in front of the window tremble like a tearful beauty.

Under this level of rain, Wen Jiyun was made to kneel outside the hall for a day and a night... Ruan Tang suspected that Li Zhongguo had come here to take his life on purpose.

But it's true, if Li Zhongguo didn't let Wen Jiyun kneel under his nose, I'm afraid he would have been eaten alive by those ministers who hated him deeply.Ask him to kneel in front of the hall, and as long as he uses the title of "Be careful to disturb His Majesty's rest", no one will dare to clamor to trouble Wen Jiyun.

But can't he be kept somewhere where he can get shelter from the rain? !

Ruan Tang raised his hand to support his forehead, sighed, and sat up from the bed.

Li Zhongguo hurriedly stepped forward to help Ruan Tang, handed him a glass of warm water, and asked, "But I don't know how His Majesty will deal with Wen Jiyun?"

Ruan Tang leaned against the bed, holding a cup to drink some hot water, and said slowly and seemingly casually: "Take him down to wash and change his clothes first, and then bring him to see me."

Li Zhongguo opened his mouth in surprise, and answered "Yes".

Rao has been with His Majesty for more than ten years and knows how to cater to the little emperor's wishes. This time Li Zhongguo did not guess His Majesty's thoughts.

In the Jinghuai River battle, Wen Jiyun defeated many with the few, and beheaded countless elite soldiers and generals of the Yan Kingdom, countless people of the Yan Kingdom, and a large number of important officials in the court.Moreover, the little emperor has always been decisive in killing and attacking. As for the crown prince of the enemy country, he should kill the grass and root out the roots.

Even if you want to show your benevolence and keep him alive, at most, you will be thrown into a prison for eternity. Imprisonment, or sent to the remotest places to do coolies, at most a year and a half, no matter how good it is. The body was also hollowed out and consumed to death.

Take him down to wash, change clothes...even bring him into the bedroom?Which song is this sung?

This Wen Jiyun has a peerless appearance, could it be possible that His Majesty...was moved by pity and pity? !