King's Landing [Rebirth]

The emperor was in a coma, and all the imperial doctors in the palace were helpless. Although Wang Shuzhi had blocked the news and the people in Beijing didn't know what was going on in the palace, the courtiers knew about it very well, so naturally they had their own thoughts.

Now that there is no empress in the palace, the empress dowager is in charge of the overall situation. After the first few days, the emperor still showed no signs of waking up. The empress dowager began to arrange for several princes to take turns to serve the sick, and Sima Rong could finally return to the residence rest.

After taking a simple bath, Sima Rong washed away the exhaustion all over his body, but his eyes were still bloodshot. He was obviously very tired, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. He lay on the couch and stared at the beams.

He is not worried about the emperor's coma. According to the memory of his previous life, the emperor will definitely wake up. Now he just needs to keep an eye on King Yi to prevent him from attacking secretly.

As for the other princes, firstly, they are too young to be feared, and secondly, no matter whether they are established as sons or elders, they are not in their turn. If they dare to make a move, they will first be unable to stand firm in terms of righteousness.

Although Sima Rong was at peace in his heart, lying on the couch at this moment, he only felt that the surroundings were icy cold, and the room was so quiet that he panicked.

I am used to sleeping on the same bed with Wang Shuzhi, and I haven't had a good night's sleep since I left the Prime Minister's Mansion. Now that it's winter, I have been separated from him for several months. I don't feel good when we are together. Knowing how important he is in my heart.

He closed his eyes and sighed softly, subconsciously touched Kongkong's side, and faintly heard a familiar low laughter in his ears. Sima Rong thought he was hallucinating, so he raised his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows, as if the scent of agarwood The light breath gradually enveloped.

"Yan Qing." A vaguely nonsensical whisper sounded in his ears.

Sima Rong sighed again, his thin lips slightly parted: "Zixi..."

Before the words fell, his lips were covered.

Sima Rong opened his eyes suddenly, although his eyes were wide open, he couldn't see clearly because he was too close, but he was familiar with the deep breath and the touch on his lips immediately telling him who was coming.

Wang Shuzhi pressed against his lips, lifted his knees to the couch while kissing, leaned slightly to touch his chest, and kissed and kissed softly at the corner of his eyes for a moment, then pulled away slightly, looked at him with a smile on his face he.

The coldness in Sima Rong's eyes had long since disappeared. Surprised by Wang Shuzhi's smiling eyes, he suddenly showed a bit of embarrassment. He quickly turned his eyes to look at the window. Seeing that the previously opened window had been closed, he couldn't help but glance at him: " Why have you become more and more silent?"

"Did Yan Qing miss me just now?" Wang Shuzhi asked without answering, his eyes glowed with joy, and he hugged the person under him even tighter with both hands.

Sima Rong used to have scruples and never responded to his feelings. Now that he has spoken, he will not be hypocritical, but after all, his face is not half as good as his. He stared at him with dark eyes, hooked his neck and pulled him down. Take the initiative to kiss.

Wang Shuzhi let out a long sigh of satisfaction in his heart, and soon turned his back on the guest, and when Yitong was entangled, there were already scattered clothes piled up beside the bed, and there was a suppressed panting sound from the brocade quilt.

After cleaning the mansion, Sima Rong's close servants were all replaced by confidantes, and these people should not get too close to the living room unless they are summoned.

When he was in the palace, he didn't have many palace servants to serve him, and he had a cold temper and liked to be quiet, so no one felt it was wrong to issue such an order.

The occasional humming and panting that could not be suppressed in the room dissipated in the silent night, and did not attract anyone's attention.

Satisfied, Wang Shuzhi pressed Sima Rong's forehead and rubbed against his face. All the uneasiness hidden in his heart since he knew his identity disappeared at this moment.

Sima Rong tossed him until he was so weak that he wanted to reproach him, but he couldn't say anything.

During this period of time, although the two of them didn't say anything, he was completely aware of Wang Shuzhi's uneasiness in his heart. When he looked at the strong emotion in his eyes when he was in love, that cognition was even more obvious.

"Zixi..." Sima Rong raised his hand to touch his cheek, his voice was a little hoarse, "I plan to adopt one of the emperor's sons in the future."

Wang Shuzhi was looking down at his fingers flicking on his bright red lips, when he heard this, his whole body froze, and he looked straight at him.

"What do you think?" Sima Rong opened his mouth to hold the trembling fingers on his lips, his eyes were warm.

Wang Shuzhi forgot to blink, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he opened his mouth, and after a while he made a short hoarse voice: "Okay."

Sima Rong frowned suddenly: "You're going to strangle me!"

Wang Shuzhi hastily loosened the arms around him, looked at him blankly for a long time, then hugged him tightly again, buried his head in his neck and rubbed it, murmured: "Yan Qing... Yan Qing..."

Sima Rong had never seen him lose his composure in such a way that he was sweating profusely, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but also felt that a certain empty place in his heart was suddenly filled, and he felt at ease and at ease.

"Yan Qing..." Wang Shuzhi raised his eyes to look at him deeply, and sighed with satisfaction, "When I hear the king's will, I will die in the evening."

The two embraced for a moment, Sima Rong turned to look at the hourglass: "When are you going back?"

Wang Shuzhi had a reluctant face: "Oh... I just finished serving bed, and I'm about to be kicked out..."

Sima Rong: "..."

Wang Shuzhi returned to his normal state, and looked at him with a smile: "Don't worry, Yan Qing, I know what's in my heart, there are guards outside guarding in the dark, I will not be greedy for the gentle village, and let them drink the cool breeze outside for the night."

Sima Rong: "...you are already greedy."

Wang Shuzhi was not at all ashamed, he smiled and bit the tip of his nose lightly, then recovered his face and said: "If your majesty can't wake up, what are your plans?"

Sima Rong didn't have any father-son affection for the emperor. Now that the emperor was seriously ill, he didn't show any worries and sorrows in private. He only raised the corners of his lips slightly and sneered: "I will wake up, as long as Prince Yi has a plan, I can rest easy."

Seeing that he was so sure, Wang Shuzhi raised his eyebrows. If the emperor can really wake up, according to Wang Yi's temperament, they really don't need to make any major arrangements.

"Since that's the case, why don't you invite that miracle doctor to Beijing?"

Sima Rong was taken aback.

Wang Shuzhi smiled: "The longer the emperor is in a coma, the less Wang Yi wants him to wake up."

A gleam of light flashed across Sima Rong's eyes: "Good idea."

The two whispered for a while, and Wang Shuzhi finally decided to leave. Before getting up, he suddenly remembered the question that was hovering in his mind: "Yan Qing, why did you die in your last life?"

"..." Sima Rong looked indifferent, "Passed away."

Wang Shuzhi was slightly stunned, feeling sore in his heart, he stroked his temples, and didn't say any more.