The Emperor of Sick Beauty is deeply trapped in the field of Shura

"Master Jiang, why hasn't the emperor woke up yet?" The slightly deep male voice was not far or near, and the voice was calm and waveless.

"It's hard to say. It's not that the regent doesn't know that the emperor will test it from time to time, not once or twice." The voice was full of sarcasm and coldness, "it's possible that our emperor won't be able to wake up. Is it? I remember that the dragon body can still hold up under Master Jiang's conditioning."

"The emperor is fine, it's just that the old illness has relapsed." This was another gentle voice.

He only felt as if a silver needle had been pulled out of his body, and continued in a gentle voice: "The emperor will wake up soon."

Jiang Zhao has already woken up, but his head is dizzy and hurts, and a picture flashes in his mind.

The pain gradually eased, and his mind gradually became clear—he had transmigrated into a book, and became a cannon fodder emperor with the same name as him.

The original Jiang Zhao was just the distant nephew of the former emperor Jiang Weicheng, and the real prince Jiang Zhou has been living abroad, so he is the protagonist of this book.

It was difficult for the first emperor to have heirs, or in other words, the entire Jiang family did not have many children, and all the men in the Jiang family were weak and short-lived.

The late emperor had a daughter and two sons, both of whom died in infancy, and only the eldest princess survived.Later, there was no more emperor's heir, so he had to adopt Jiang Zhao as the heir in the family, inheriting the Jiang family's throne.

But Jiang Zhao's body was not very strong, and after the death of the first emperor, it went from bad to worse.

This book tells that the real prince Jiang Zhou was found back in the palace, and with the assistance of the regent and the chief assistant, he opened a legend of the emperor and his lingering relationship with many men who were impressed by his charm.

In the end, the emperor captured a group of men to fight for his grand plan and hegemony. They coexisted peacefully. It seemed that they all got him and they didn't seem to get him. Only this emperor, who killed all his lovers, ended him A legendary life.

Jiang Zhao was amlied this book by a little nurse. Because of the same name, the little nurse suggested him to recite the whole text, and he laughed.But Jiang Zhao only read this domineering introduction and the opening chapter, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, he would wear a book.

Come to think of it, the people who spoke just now should be the regent Xiao Congwang and the first assistant Yu Wenxu, and the one who is treating him should be the imperial physician Jiang Fengjing.

These are the men who prostrate themselves under the dragon robe of the protagonist Shou Jiang Zhou.

When Jiang Zhao woke up, he stopped pretending, and came anyway.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Even though the lamps were lit everywhere in the bedroom, the light was a bit hazy and dim. The people on the dragon bed had their eyes closed, and only at this time would they show some of the Jiang family's natural appearance.

The Jiang family is good-looking, and they have been outstanding in all generations. Both men and women are rare in the world. Perhaps it is because their appearance is too prosperous, and prosperity will inevitably decline. The Jiang family is weak and sick and will not live long.

But whenever this cheap emperor opened his eyes, his stunning face would be compromised.

In those well-shaped eyes, there were only cowardice, fear, fear, and timidity... which made him extremely uncomfortable to look at.

That face seemed to be pasted on and stolen from someone else, desecrating that perfect face.

Yao Xi is the personal eunuch who served the emperor. He was on duty last night. The emperor suddenly fell ill in the middle of the night. He was so frightened that he immediately called the doctor Jiang.

Now the three of them have been in the bedroom for nearly three hours, seeing that the emperor is finally about to wake up, Yao Xi was relieved.

He stared at the emperor intently, and suddenly saw the emperor slowly opened his eyes, he said pleasantly: "The emperor is awake."

Yao Xi served the emperor for several years, when he first met the emperor, he was so shocked that he couldn't recover for a long time.

He had never seen such a good-looking person, even more beautiful than the fairy in the painting, but the eyes of the emperor pulled this fairy into the mortal world.

But at this moment, the person on the dragon bed has picturesque eyebrows, delicate and erect facial features, and the thin lips are extremely pale due to the illness, but the most noticeable thing is the peach blossom eyes that lightly curl up and blink at the end of the eyes.

He was wearing a white silk satin jacket with loose ties, revealing a piece of skin under his neck that was whiter than silk satin.

Yao Xi was still surprised when he met those eyes, so he was so stunned that he didn't even dare to blink for fear of frightening that person.

It seemed that as long as he moved, the banished immortal on the dragon bed would vanish away.

Jiang Zhao's eyes blinked slowly, as if he had just seen the three condescending people standing in front of the dragon bed. They didn't show any expressions, they seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then looked at him indifferently.

A man in black gold trim, with high bunches of hair wrapped in a silver crown, had a handsome and tough face, exuding a fierce aura from his whole body.

This must be Prince Regent Xiao Congwang, holding military power.

Standing beside him was a man in white with a very indifferent expression. He had a handsome face but a hint of sarcasm on his indifferent face. His long black hair was half-tied with a jade crown. Even so, it did not weaken his body. The momentum of the superior.

This should be the chief assistant Yu Wenxu.

The closest to the dragon bed is the imperial physician Jiang Fengjing who treated him. He is the youngest but best imperial physician in the imperial hospital. He looks handsome and gentle, with a gentle manner like jade, but his eyes are full of indifference and impatience.

Jiang Zhao swept across their faces, moved his lips slightly, and let out a series of low coughs.

"Yao Xi, pour me, Zhen a glass of water."

Xiao Congwang looked at him, and moved his fingers hanging by his side slightly, but did not move again.

Only then did Yao Xi seem to have been woken up, and hurriedly poured a glass of warm water, then knelt on the edge of the dragon bed and handed the glass over.

Jiang Zhao propped himself up, he didn't have any strength in his body, he struggled to get up, only slightly frowned and let go.

He took a sip of water from Yao Xi's hand and said softly, "Thank you."

Yao Xi was stunned for a moment, and quickly supported him to lie down, "Your Majesty, please slow down."

Jiang Zhao's eyes were very gentle, he nodded and lay down obediently.

Three eyes fell on him, Jiang Zhao looked over,

Jiang Fengjing lowered his eyes and packed the medicine box, "The emperor is fine for the time being, the weather has changed in the past few days, Yao Xi, please take care of me, don't let the emperor catch the cold."

He seemed to be talking to the other two, and he seemed to be telling Yao Xi, but he didn't say it to Jiang Zhao.

Yu Wenxu said slowly: "Yao Xi, did you hear Mr. Jiang's words? I'm sorry to serve you. If the emperor is ill, I will ask you."

Yao Xi hurriedly knelt down, "Yes, I know, Lord Shoufu, don't worry, I will serve the emperor well."

Yu Wenxu looked at Jiang Zhao again, but saw that the emperor was looking at him for a moment, the timid and frightened eyes in the past were gone when he saw him, he was blinking slowly, his eyelashes fluttered slightly and looked fragile Very, but there was a bit of curiosity in his eyes.

As if never seen him.

Yu Wenxu's face turned cold, and the brows were cold, "Since the emperor is okay, the minister will leave, but don't forget that tomorrow is the day of the court, since there is no hindrance, don't miss the morning court."

After that, he turned around and left.

Xiao Congwang bowed slightly and embraced the ceremony, "The ministers still have official duties in the army, and the emperor has nothing to do, and the ministers will also retire. Tomorrow morning, the emperor and all the ministers are invited to discuss the matter of disaster relief."

This is also to remind him not to miss the morning court.

He looked up, and saw the emperor looking at him, his eyes were warm and soft, and even the face like a banished fairy was much more real.

"The regent has worked hard, I know."

Xiao Congwang only paused, bowed again and left the bedroom.

"Yao Xi, remember to take this medicine on time for the emperor." Jiang Fengjing's indifference concealed his impatience,

He was about to leave when the porcelain bottle was placed on the table, but he was stopped, the voice was as crisp as pearls falling on a plate.

"Master Jiang, cough, may I ask how long I have to live?"

Jiang Fengjing looked back and saw that the person on the golden dragon bed had loose hair, and his white and satin-like hair formed a strong visual impact.

He is good-looking, but his lips are extremely pale without a trace of blood. At this moment, his eyes are sincere like never before. Jiang Fengjing used to only see cowardice and timidity from inside.

"At most one year to live." Jiang Fengjing said.

His tone was calm, and his impatience was gone.

"Is that so?" Jiang Zhao got the answer, feeling a little pensive in his heart.

He lowered his eyes, and the hair on his forehead fell down to block his face, Jiang Fengjing couldn't see his appearance clearly.

This was the first time he asked himself how long he had left. In the past, he never dared to ask, and would only beg him for help. Presumably he would beg him the next moment.

A trace of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Jiang Fengjing's mouth. As an emperor, why can't this person have a trace of the dignity of an emperor? He is clearly high above, but he always does things that are as low as dust, which makes people look down on him.

However, after waiting for a while, Jiang Zhao still did not speak, and Jiang Fengjing became a little impatient, "If the emperor has nothing else to do, I will leave."

"Yao Xi sees Master Jiang off."

Jiang Zhao's voice was calm, and after he finished speaking, he lay back on his own. He was wrapped in a golden brocade quilt, and he turned sideways to face inside, his hair was scattered on his face, and it was smooth.

Jiang Fengjing didn't come to his senses until he walked out of the bedroom. Today, Jiang Zhao didn't beg him for help in a humble and pitiful tone.

He looked back with a confused expression, and then left.

When Yao Xi came in, he saw the emperor looking at the bronze mirror, as if he had never seen him.

He was strange in his heart, but he didn't dare to say more, even though today's emperor looks a little different, there is no such gloomy look in his eyes, instead he is clear and gentle.

Jiang Zhao stood in front of the bronze mirror and looked at it. Even though the bronze mirror was not very clear, he could still see clearly.

This body cannot be said to be very similar to his, it can only be said to be exactly the same.This face was like his own, almost the same in stature and height.

He was shocked, thinking that just now Jiang Fengjing said that he only had at most one year to live, which was the same as the time he had left.

Jiang Zhao's heart beat a little faster, he lifted up his satin sleeves, and there was actually a heart-shaped birthmark on the inside of his slender wrist.

This is too much of a coincidence.

In a daze, Yao Xi came forward and persuaded with a firm head, "The emperor has not recovered from his illness, he needs to rest more, and he will go to court early tomorrow."

Jiang Zhao stood still, he was thinking about something, and didn't answer.

Yao Xi said again with a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, Mr. Shoufu has said, let this slave take good care of you."

Jiang Zhao looked at him sideways. He was expressionless, as if he was otherworldly, but his peach eyes were slightly aroused.

He looked at Yao Xi and said softly, "Are you so afraid of Lord Shoufu?"

Yao Xi avoided his eyes. Compared with those sinister eyes, these eyes made him even more afraid to look directly.

He lay on the ground and didn't dare to answer, so he kept silent, but felt that there was grievance in that question.

But Jiang Zhao chuckled softly, "It's not hard for you, I'll go back to bed."

He turned around, and lightly stepped on the ground covered with tiger skin with his jade-like feet, making those jade feet seem to be shining, making him want to touch them.

Yao Xi's Adam's apple was rolling, don't look at those feet stepping on the tiger's skin, every step is like stepping on his heart.

My heart was pounding violently.

The author has something to say: he is very good at speaking harshly, and it hurts to slap him in the face.

Hmph, I won't show you the beautiful cubs.

[The text is re-opened, I'm gaining weight! 】