The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

The accompanying imperial physician was quickly dragged in, carrying the medicine box panting, followed by the apprentice, seeing His Majesty in the tent, hurried forward to salute.

Gu Yu raised his hand impatiently, and said in a cold voice, "Quickly go and show the elder, his leg seems to be broken."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The imperial physician received the order, and sat on the stool by the bed, checking the Fallen Angel's injuries.

The upper body is fine, just minor injuries. The leg was really serious as His Majesty said, it was broken directly from the knee, and it felt like it was full of broken bones.

In this case, there is nothing he can do...

Glancing at the person lying on the bed, pity flashed in his eyes. It is really pitiful for a god who is so high and high to be made into such a miserable state by the emperor of the world.

After applying medicine to the wound on the upper body, the imperial physician reported to His Majesty with a heavy face: "Your Majesty, the immortal master is seriously injured, his legs and knees are broken, and I am incompetent. But if he can find the continuation bone pill of the cultivation sect, the immortal master's legs will be damaged." It will be saved."

Gu Yu frowned, looked at the Fallen Angel on the bed, and lowered his eyes in thought.

If the Fallen Angel has broken his legs all the time, it would be inconvenient for Zuo Qian to conceive the child of the Fallen Angel, and let the thought of the Fallen Angel with his broken legs dissipate.

Withdrawing his gaze, he summoned the eunuch to summon General Qi Shan, and asked him to go to a family of cultivators to find the continuation bone pill.

After giving the order, he snorted coldly, and said to the imperial physician, "Get out, what's the use of you, you can't even heal this kind of injury, get out!"

The imperial doctor was dripping with sweat, and when he heard the words, he dragged the apprentice away in a panic, and was shivered by the cold wind outside.

Your Majesty's temper seems to be better, if you are in the National Teacher's Mansion, you will definitely get kicked a few times, or the Fallen Angel is no better than the National Teacher in your Majesty's heart

Outside the tent, Zuo Qian saw the imperial physician coming out, hurried forward, and anxiously asked about the situation of the master.

"Doctor, how is Xianzun's injury, but is it serious?"

The imperial physician shook his head without saying a word, and walked around him with the medicine box and left here.

"The doctor—"

Zuo Qian watched the imperial physician leave, and looked towards the tent with a pale face.What did the imperial doctor mean just now? Could it be that Xianzun's injury was really serious?

Thinking of the abnormal shape on the immortal's leg when the tyrant was holding the immortal, I couldn't help but wonder if the immortal's leg was broken?

If so...

Zuo Qian's face turned pale and his eyes were gloomy.

Blame the damn tyrant, otherwise Master wouldn't be hurt like this!

In the tent, unlike Zuo Qian's ups and downs, Gu Yu was very calm, sitting on the edge of the bed with a blank expression, holding the fallen angel's neck with both hands, seeing his eyelashes trembling slightly, closed his eyes, let go and went straight Go out the door.

Yu Guang glanced at Zuo Qian, hooked the corners of his lips, ignored him and walked directly towards other tents.

Zuo Qian could naturally see the tyrant's expression, he clenched his fists fiercely, staring at the tyrant's back with dark eyes, if there was a knife in his eyes, he would have died a hundred and eighty years ago.

Inside the side tent, Zhang Quanan was preparing refreshments in case His Majesty was hungry.

The door curtain was raised, casting a shadow in front of him. He subconsciously looked up and saw the person kneeling on the ground with a plop, his voice trembling: "Your Majesty Wanan, what are you doing, Your Majesty...?"

The tyrant glanced condescendingly at the eunuch kneeling on the ground, remembering that Zhang Quan'an almost died in his rage today, he shook his sleeves and put his hands behind his back: "Get up, I have something to do with you."

Zhang Quanan got up tremblingly, bent slightly: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Gu Yu squinted his eyes and hummed, moved his hands behind his back slightly, and looked to the side: "You immediately send someone to a nearby town to find a wheelchair, the Fallen God has a broken leg, and he needs to wait a long time before the bone renewal pill comes. In a wheelchair."

Surprise flashed in Zhang Quan'an's eyes, he didn't expect the immortal master to break his leg!Glancing at His Majesty's indifferent face, he quickly lowered his head and said, "Here."

The moon was setting, the sun was rising, and the chirping of birds sounded outside the camp.

Wen Nu woke up slowly, seeing the unfamiliar environment, he blinked at a loss.

The eunuch guarding the tent was Wu Naike. Hearing the sound on the bed, he hurried around the screen and saw the immortal master struggling to get up, so he rushed forward to hold him down.

"Oh, Master Immortal, don't move, the injury on your leg hasn't healed yet 1

Seeing the familiar person relax, Wen Nu followed his strength and lay back on the bed, glanced at the surrounding decorations, and asked suspiciously, "What is this place?"

It was only when he made a sound that he realized that his throat was dry and hoarse, and his voice was a bit unpleasant and low.

Wu Naike poured a glass of water and handed it to the immortal master: "The immortal master is seriously injured, so His Majesty asked you to stay in the main tent so that he can call the imperial physician to heal your injuries at any time."

Wen Nu drank the water, his throat was moisturized and finally no longer dry. Hearing Wu Naike said that this is His Majesty's camp, the corners of his lips rose slightly, feeling warm in his heart.

Thinking of His Majesty's injury, he hurriedly asked Wu Naike next to him, "Is Your Majesty injured?"

Although the injury on His Majesty's back was healed that day, the time of waking up was too short to check for other injuries.

"Don't worry, Immortal Master. Your Majesty has called the imperial physician to check, and there is no injury or anything." Wu Naike glanced at the wheelchair beside him, he couldn't speak, fearing that he would hurt the Immortal Master.

Wen Nu keenly followed his line of sight, and belatedly remembered that his leg seemed to be broken after seeing the wheelchair.

Last night, he forbeared so much that he became numb to the pain of the broken leg. He smiled lightly at Wu Naike, pointed to the wheelchair and said, "Push it here, I'm hungry."

"Okay, alright, Master Immortal, please wait a moment." Wu Naike wiped his hands, hurriedly pushed the wheelchair over, and helped the Immortal Master to sit on it.

Wu Naike wanted to step forward to help push it, but Wen Nu waved his hand to stop him, and moved slowly while holding the wheelchair.

At first, I didn't grasp it well, and almost hit the screen, but fortunately, I quickly dodged it with my sharp eyes and hands.Gradually, he took full control of the wheelchair and pushed himself to the table where the steaming breakfast was placed.

"Where's Your Majesty?" There was only a pair of bowls and chopsticks on the table, Wen Nu frowned slightly, and asked Wu Naike beside him.

While serving porridge with vegetables for the immortal master, Wu Naike explained to the immortal master where his Majesty is going.

"Your Majesty is summoning people to speak in the side tent, breakfast has already been eaten."

Wen Nu hummed lightly when he heard the words, without thinking too much, he ate his breakfast in small mouthfuls.

Unexpectedly, this conversation lasted for two whole days, and the two of them did not meet each other within two days.

Wen Nu vaguely sensed that His Majesty was avoiding him, but he didn't understand why His Majesty was avoiding him.

The next morning.

After finishing his breakfast, Wen Nu pushed the wheelchair to the side tent by himself, with a plush blanket covering his legs. It was said that His Majesty specially sent someone back to the palace to fetch it. It was a fox that His Majesty hunted by himself in the early years.

The tent door was open. After thinking about it, he pushed the wheelchair and walked in without knocking.

The sight is His Majesty sitting at the table, looking at the memorial carefully with his head slightly lowered.

Wen Nu subconsciously shouted softly: "Your Majesty..."

Gu Yu's pupils narrowed and he raised his head suddenly, seeing the Fallen Angel sitting in a wheelchair, he just thought he was still dreaming.

He frowned and said nothing, ignored the Fallen Angel in front of him, looked away and continued to correct the memorial.

Ever since he returned from the bottom of the cliff with the fallen angel and intentionally avoided the fallen angel, he would dream of him every night, and even in the daytime, he would suddenly see the phantom of the fallen angel.

It seems that the Fallen Angel's charm technique was stronger than before that night...

Otherwise it wouldn't be the case...

"Your Majesty?" Wen Nu was surprised, it was the first time he saw His Majesty's expressionless and cold face, which was completely different from the usual gentleness.

Pushing the wheelchair closer, he tilted his head, his eyes turned into crescent moons, and his brows were smiling, as if he was annoyed by the memorial: "Your Majesty, the weather is fine today, let's go for a walk."

A dark light flashed in Gu Yu's eyes, and the hand holding the pen holder tightened.This time it's not an illusion, it's a real fallen angel!

He looked up at the Fallen Angel with glint in his eyes, stood up in surprise, and blurted out: "Immortal Elder, why are you here?"

His gaze moved to the Fallen Angel's legs, as if remembering something, the light in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he stood there lonely with his head down.

It was he who caused the immortal chief to break his legs, so how could he have the face to see the immortal chief...

Wen Nu seemed to know what he was thinking, raised the corners of his lips and said to His Majesty: "Your Majesty, can you push me out, I want to go outside and have a look."

It seems that he didn't take the matter of breaking his leg to heart, and he trusted the person in front of him with all his heart.

Gu Yu raised his head abruptly, saw the smile on Xian Zhang's face, couldn't help laughing, nodded, stepped forward to push the wheelchair, left the tent and walked slowly to the green grass not far away.

Under the sun, the breeze blew by, and the fallen angel's long hair scattered behind was blown by the wind, brushing across the tyrant's cheek, causing a burst of teasing.

Gu Yu stared at the person in the wheelchair with deep and complicated eyes, as if he could see the gentle and warm smile of the Fallen Angel through his back.

For the past few days, he has been avoiding the fallen angel, afraid of being charmed by it, but it didn't work, he dreamed of the fallen angel day and night, dreaming that he called his husband, and the sound of magic sounded continuously in his ears.

Thinking of this, the other fallen angel who acted like a baby to him that night flashed in his mind.

The palm of the hand seemed to be hot, as if it was touched that night, it was extremely hot, and there was a temperature unique to the Fallen Angel.

Suddenly, a gentle and soft voice came from my ear.

"Your Majesty, go there—" Wen Nu said with a smile on his lips, looked back at His Majesty, and pointed to a place in front of him.

The tyrant instantly recovered from the memory, shook hands, and pushed the wheelchair over in response.

Wen Nu was in a good mood, lifted the blanket on his lap, bent his eyes and stretched out his arms towards His Majesty: "Your Majesty, can you hug me and put me on the grass?"

Wen Nu didn't think much about it, he and Gu Yunai are best friends, so it's okay to hug each other.

But when His Majesty leaned forward and hugged his waist, his body couldn't help shaking slightly, his hands subconsciously wrapped around His Majesty's neck, and the tip of his nose was filled with the light smell of His Majesty.

Gu Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face was a little red. When he first heard the immortal master asking him to hug him, his heart skipped a beat.

Stiffly hooking the fallen angel's waist, the tyrant's ears were reddish, as if he heard the fallen angel calling him husband again.

Lowering his eyes, he hastily placed the Fallen Angel on the grass, picked up the blanket from the wheelchair and covered his lap, and after doing all this, he realized that he had been charmed by the Fallen Angel again.

There was a moment of coldness on his face, but soon he put on a warm mask again, lying beside the Fallen Angel, with his hands propped on the grass, his upper body raised slightly.

Wen Nu turned his head to look to the side, staring at His Majesty's side face with gentle eyes, and asked in a low voice with his red lips slightly parted: "Your Majesty... these days... are you hiding from the poor..."

A gust of wind blew up the robes of the two of them, and the sleeves flew and mingled together.