The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

Waking up the next day, Wen Nu turned over in a daze, habitually got out of bed with his arms propped up, his legs suddenly gave way, and he fell onto the blanketed floor.

The memory came back, thinking of everything that happened yesterday.Weakly lying on the ground, his face hurts a bit from the fall.Because of his weakness, he could only keep doing this until someone found him.

But I don't know if the person gave the order, after two hours, no one came in the bedroom.Half of his body was gradually numb, and his face was also a little red and swollen. Wennu's eyelids drooped slightly and his eyelashes trembled. He was the only one breathing in the empty hall.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the dormitory was opened, and a ray of sunlight came in through the gap and cast on the carpet, stirring up a lot of small dust.

Hearing the movement, Wen Nu raised his eyes and saw the unfamiliar but familiar face that was no longer as warm as before, and silently turned his head in a direction, not wanting to see him.

Gu Yu walked around the screen with the medicine bowl in his hand, and when he saw the fallen angel lying on the ground unable to move, killing intent flashed in his eyes for an instant, his face was gloomy and ugly, how dare a damn servant neglect his duty!

Carefully put the jade bowl on the table, out of the corner of the eye, he noticed the Fallen Angel's movement, shook hands and stepped forward with a cold face, bent down and hugged the person on the ground to the bed.

One side of Wen Nu's body was already numb. Being hugged by that person, his arms and legs were very uncomfortable, and he couldn't help moaning with a pale face.

Gu Yu paused slightly, squatted down and sat on the edge of the bed, grasped the Fallen Angel's arm with his skeletonized hands, and kneaded it vigorously with a blank expression on his face, his eyes were drooping so that it was hard to see his eyes clearly.

Wen Nu frowned slightly, struggling to break away from the man's hand, but he was completely weak now, and he was no match for the man at all, so he could only let him touch his arms and then his legs.

The tingling and swollen half of his body gradually regained consciousness, but the man continued to knead his legs, and the sensitive skin aroused a layer of coldness, and he couldn't help pressing his hands down: "The deity is fine, don't touch it anymore. !"

The tyrant raised his eyes and glanced at him, that glance was mixed with deep and bottomless desire, and it was quickly suppressed after just one glance, so that the person on the bed could not see it.

He got up and washed his hands, turned his back to the Fallen Angel, looked at the medicine bowl coldly for a long time, finally pursed his lips and took out the antidote of the God-killing Incense from his sleeve, broke off a small piece and blended it into the medicine.

Even if he takes the antidote of God Killing Incense, the spiritual power of the Fallen God will be tightly suppressed, at most it will make him move more easily, and there will be no such thing as today.

Happening.

The tyrant kept comforting himself in his heart, the expression on his face became darker and gloomy, remembering that the fallen angel wanted to leave yesterday, he immediately regretted incorporating the antidote into the son's medicine.

He closed his eyes, took the medicine bowl and turned around, his gaze swept across the fairy elder in white on the bed, the coldness on his face dissipated, his eyes softened slightly, and his regret was completely forgotten by him.

Wen Nu didn't want to see the insidious and cunning human beings. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his back to the incoming people, put his hands under his face and curled up slightly, with his eyes closed and his eyelashes trembling constantly.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rustling sound beside her, the edge of the bed tilted down, and a big hand appeared on her waist.

The tyrant sat on the side of the bed, seeing the Fallen Angel with his back facing him, his expression remained unchanged, he stretched out his hand to hook his slender waist, and turned him over forcefully.Wen Nu threw himself into his arms uncontrollably, raised his head and glared at him angrily: "Gu Yu!"

The tyrant was not angry, he curled his lips, tightened the hands that bound the fallen god's waist, and chuckled in a low voice: "Is the fairy head angry? After using up the medicine, I will take the fairy head out for a walk, and apologize to the fairy head." good?"

Wen Nu glanced at the jade bowl in Gu Yu's hand, thinking of being forced to drink the medicine by him last night, all anger disappeared from his face, and he calmly took it from his hand and drank it with his head raised.

The tyrant watched in a daze as the fallen angel finished drinking the medicine, and there was a surge of expectation in his heart, hoping that the fallen angel would also have a good impression of him.

However, all this is just his own wishful thinking.

Wen Nu returned the bowl to him with a blank expression, and while he was in a daze, broke away from his arms, lay back on the bed and turned his back to him, with a cold and distant voice: "I have finished drinking the potion, you can leave .”

Gu Yu came back to his senses, looked down at the person on the bed, the jade bowl in his hand creaked, and many cracks appeared.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the irritability in his heart, he rolled his throat and said in a hoarse voice: "The sun is very good today, so I will take the fairy out for a walk."

The person on the bed didn't make a sound, as if he had fallen asleep, but Gu Yu knew that the Fallen Angel was awake.Seeing that he didn't speak, the tyrant's phoenix eyes narrowed and a cold light flashed, and he said violently: "If you don't want to go, you have to go!"

Crushing the jade bowl, Yin Yi fiercely stepped forward and broke the Fallen Angel's body, allowing him to face him.Touching the warm skin with his hand, he felt the person under him trembling constantly, his pupils shrank and he pulled him up from the bed.

Wen Nu's eyes were closed tightly, the corners of his mouth were bleeding intermittently, and his facial features were painful.

Wrinkled tightly together, his face was pale, and the mark of the Fallen Angel on his forehead shone with a dark red light.

"Xianchang!"

Gu Yu wiped his blood in a panic, and soon his body was covered with blood spit out by fallen angels, soaking the thick imperial clothes.

"Come here! Hurry up and declare the imperial physician!"

The Beigong was in a mess, and the imperial physicians came in and out, and they didn't calm down until very late.

In the sleeping hall, the Fallen Angel was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and he had already changed into clean clothes.The tyrant sat by the bed and held his hands tightly with both hands, continuously pouring in the magic power in his body to suppress the backlash in the Fallen Angel's body.

The imperial doctor said that the Fallen God was caused by the depression of the heart and caused the Fallen Spirit to backlash, and whether he wakes up depends entirely on his own consciousness.

The whole night, the tyrant stayed by the fallen angel's side, the blood stained on the emperor's clothes had already solidified, and his whole body was full of bloody smell.But he still didn't leave, his phoenix eyes fixed on the person on the bed.

Her throat was dry and hoarse after not drinking for a long time, and her voice was low and unpleasant: "Prince Immortal, after you give birth to a child, I will let you go. So, wake up quickly, okay...?"

At sunset and sunrise, Gu Yu stayed in the hall for two days before finally waking up the Fallen Angel.

Wen Nu opened his eyes and saw Gu Yu with a haggard face, and subconsciously murmured, "Your Majesty..."

no, no...

Recalling the memory, Wen Nu quickly changed his face, turned his gaze away from the person next to him, squinted his eyes towards the side of the bed, and said in a cold voice, "Why are you still here, I don't want to go out."

Gu Yu's eyes lit up, and his dull heart seemed to be beating again when the Fallen Angel woke up. He was not angry when he heard his alienated and indifferent voice, and said in a hoarse voice, "If the Immortal Elder doesn't want to go out, he won't go out. Is the Immortal Elder hungry? , let the palace servants prepare meals."

Wen Nu blinked indifferently, and didn't even want to see the person in front of him: "No, I don't want to eat, so you don't need to waste your energy."

The tyrant's heart was throbbing, and he said hello in a low voice. When he left, he glanced at the small bronze stove on the table from the corner of his eye, and a dark light flashed in his phoenix eyes.

Back at the Taiji Palace, Gu Yu's eyes were constantly clouded with darkness, and he hadn't closed his eyes for two days. At this time, he was extremely exhausted.Glancing at the imperial clothes on his body, he frowned tightly, took them off and lay down on the bed directly, but fell asleep after a while.

The emperor didn't go to court early for two days, and the ministers had already started arguing. In the end, I don't know who made the noise to the national teacher and asked the national teacher to persuade him

Your Majesty, don't miss state affairs because of the male concubine.

After Xue Yuan sent the minister away, he sat indifferently in the chair without moving. After a long time, a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared in the study, and there was a figure in the black mist.

"My lord, the fallen angel in the North Palace vomited blood and fell into a coma for two days. Your majesty has not come out of the bedroom for two days. When the fallen angel woke up this morning, your majesty returned to the Tai Chi Palace."

Xue Yuan frowned slightly on his cold face, and waved his hand at Hei Wu: "Well, keep staring."

The black mist dissipated quickly, and the original silence in the study was restored.Sitting on the high chair, the national teacher slowly got up and came to the window, looking faintly in the direction of Gu Chao's palace.

It's time to meet that Fallen Angel.

At noon, a visitor came to the North Palace. Wen Nuqia woke up from the dream, tidied up at will, and found that he had regained some strength and could get out of bed and walk around freely.

A flash of joy quickly flashed in his eyes, stimulating the spiritual power in his body, but the spiritual power was still imprisoned, and even the spiritual veins became more and more dry, and there were still many broken places that had not been repaired, and they were gradually deteriorating.

His eyes gradually returned to calm, and he planned to find out the current situation later and look for an opportunity to leave the palace.

Asked Wu Naike to push down the wheelchair and walked to the main hall where the guests were received. Before he got close, he saw the person sitting in the hall from a distance. It was a national teacher whom he had met once.

Although he and Gu Yu had torn faces, Wen Nu was still the gentle and courteous god when facing unrelated people, with the corners of his lips slightly raised and smiling at the people in the hall, his face was as pale as if transparent under the sun: "Guo Yu Master Shi, I don’t know what is the purpose of coming to the North Palace?”

Sitting directly on the main seat, he waved to Wu Naike: "Go and prepare some tea."

"Yes, Immortal Master." Wu Naike bent down and stepped back, went to the tea room in the side hall, and asked someone to get the most expensive and rarest snow pearl white tea, to let the national teacher know His Majesty's love for the immortal master.

He knew all the gossip and gossips in the palace. His majesty loved the national teacher, but because the national teacher was not in good health, his majesty took the immortal teacher as a substitute for the national teacher to show his love.

Although Wu Naike scoffed, but His Majesty has been with the national teacher for decades, and only one year with the immortal teacher, he is afraid that the national teacher will secretly bully the immortal teacher, so of course he must use the best to save face for the immortal teacher.

After brewing the tea, Wu Naike brought it into the main hall, seeing that the Immortal Master's face was rosier than the National Master's, he felt a little relieved.

Withdrawing his scrutiny, he bent down and put the tea on the table next to the national teacher, and stood silently behind the immortal teacher,

If the national teacher bullies the immortal teacher, he can still help the immortal teacher.

Xue Yuan glanced sideways at the few flakes of white tea floating on the tea water, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he raised his eyelids to look at the eunuch behind the fallen angel, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"I don't know which Immortal Mansion the Immortal Master is from?"

When Wen Nu heard the familiar voice, he was suddenly in a trance, thinking that he was in a dream.The voice of the national teacher is very similar to that of the man in the dream, only cooler.

At noon, he had a dream. In the dream, he was wearing a red wedding dress and married a man whose face he couldn't see clearly. He could only hear the warm voice of that man, which was very similar to the voice of the national teacher.

The author has something to say: Wu Naike: The body of the immortal master is indeed better than that of the national master!Immortal Master's complexion is much more ruddy than that of National Teacher!