Quickly traverse the host, his weak constitution

Xie Zao's expression froze, and a sense of helplessness filled his heart in an instant.What happened after he passed out?

He struggled to get out of bed, and wanted to ask Xiao Mo for clarification, but his body was too weak, and before he could stand still, he fell down on the cold ground.

"Your Majesty!" Imperial Physician Xu exclaimed, and hurriedly helped him onto the bed.

Xie Zao also calmed down now, and obediently lay back on the bed, asking: "What's the matter with the wound on my face?"

Doctor Xu climbed onto the bed, tucked the four corners of the quilt, and when his long hair covered half of his face and body, he inadvertently pinched his earlobe with his left hand.

"I don't know. I saw you the morning before yesterday. Fuxi said that he bumped into you accidentally, and then His Royal Highness the Regent let him out of the palace that afternoon."

He said softly, with the usual kindness on his face.

"I smeared the medicine on you, does it still hurt now?"

Xie Zao was confused, shook his head, and remained silent.

He couldn't tell the truth from the falsehood.

"Then let's sleep a little longer." Xu Youjia persuaded, his almond eyes were very gentle, making people feel like a spring breeze, and he reached out and touched the little emperor's cheek.

Xie Zao only felt a dreamy fragrance coming towards him, and the alarm bells rang in his mind, and he only had time to shout "Xiao Mo", and fell asleep again invincible.

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When he opened his eyes again, Xie Zao saw Xiao Mo sitting on the edge of the bed, the young man's back was facing him, his broad back was very straight.

He looked at it complicatedly for a long time.

It wasn't until he sorted out the thoughts in his head that he made a little movement and pretended to just wake up.

Xiao Mo had already noticed the little emperor's gaze, and he didn't try to expose it. Only now did he turn around, and said in a calm and authentic tone: "Wake up."

"Where's Fuxi?" Xie Zao looked at the cold and beautiful face of the man in front of him, and asked somewhat stubbornly.

Xiao Mo didn't speak, just looked straight at the little emperor who had lost a lot of weight, his red phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and the movements in his eyes were full of affection.

Xie Zao unnaturally avoided this line of sight, holding back the unconscious excitement in his heart.

Dare to touch his face, to be able to decide whether Fuxi will stay or not, and only the king-like person in front of him can do it.His heart hurts a little, is he playing with him? Is liking fake? Is sincerity fake?

The more Xie Zao thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, the apex of his heart ached, and the heartache he had never felt before swept him over, his throat itched, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood snaked down Xie Zao's pale and thin chin, the contrast between the paleness and the bright red made it look pale, and the bright red was dazzling.

Xiao Mo's heart clenched, and a flood of fear flooded him. Even if his life was hanging by a thread in the battlefield, he was never so helpless when he learned that his father had died in battle.The sense of loss made him have to do something to save it. He pulled his sleeve and was about to wipe the corner of Xie Zao's mouth.

Xie Zao turned his head to avoid it, and showed a smile that Xiao Mo used to see, deep dimples, with green and clean feelings: "Don't wipe, your clothes will be dirty."

What's the point of tearing up his face too early? He still has to complete the task.

He looked at the young man in front of him, his lost and fearful worry after tilting his head, and his relieved expression after hearing his words, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

Like fear is true, but deception is also true.

He hates cheating.

Xie Zao made a note for Xiao Mo in his heart.

The little emperor vomited blood three times a day (37)

"Fuxi was released from the palace by me. He is not young anymore, he should find someone to start a family and start a career."

Xiao Mo looked at the pale-faced person lying under the quilt after spitting out a mouthful of blood, and explained in a warm voice.

Xie Zao was sulking, how could a eunuch such as Fuxi get married and start a career?

Xiao Mo understood the expression in the little emperor's eyes, and said a little amusedly, "Fuxi is not an eunuch."

Xie Zao was shocked, turned around in astonishment, and moved towards the bed like a cicada chrysalis, the desire for knowledge and gossip in his eyes was particularly strong.

"Fuxi is a spy of Mengguo. The day before yesterday is Mengguo's blessing festival, praying for the health and reunion of relatives. On the festival day, a kind of flower juice will be smeared on the hands.

Once I was seriously injured on the battlefield and was exiled to the border of Mengguo, where I was not allowed to recuperate. I was fortunate enough to meet the locals for the festival.That day, Fuxi's hands smelled of this kind of flower juice. After I left Zemu Hall, I immediately sent someone to check on Fuxi's details. "

Xiao Mo's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his slender and beautiful hand took out a volume of documents from his cuff and handed it over: "The evidence is solid."

So don't get me wrong, even if I have distracting thoughts.

Xie Zao didn't answer, but just looked at him with a pale face.

Xiao Mo sighed, half helplessly, half dotingly looked at the little emperor and said:

"I think I have served you wholeheartedly in Fuxi these years. I didn't convict him and let him go out of the palace. As long as he doesn't make small moves, he can live a good life with peace of mind. If you don't trust him, wait for a while , if you are better, I will take you to see him."

As long as life is safe, Xie Zao breathed a sigh of relief, then took it, opened the document with trembling hands, his eyes swept over the words on it, his eyelashes could not stop shaking, as if he could not bear the content .

The document records the birthplace and origin of Fuxi.Fuxi is a servant from a wealthy family in Mengguo. The family is attached to the royal family and will train some fine arts for the royal family.Fuxi was one of the spies they threw into the palace of the Le Dynasty since childhood, with the purpose of inquiring about the news of the royal family of the Le Dynasty.

Later, the little emperor's mother-in-law Yu promised to save Fuxi once, and Fuxi stayed by the little emperor's side to repay the kindness and to inquire about the situation.

Xie Zao's face was a bit ugly. In this strange space, the person he trusted and relied on the most in the past few months was Fuxi, but now the person he could rely on suddenly became unreliable, and he suddenly felt a little panic and helplessness .

His eyes began to move without focus on the document, and his brain was running rapidly, trying to judge whether it was true or not.

Seven points are true and three points are false.

The information he got from the system was three, to be precise, two, and the other could be merged.One of them is the memory of the little emperor—about Fuxi, one part is what the little emperor heard from the late old nanny, and the other part is the little emperor's objective feeling about Fuxi's daily care of him.

Therefore, there is no definite statement about the origin of Fuxi's life experience.

Xiao Mo is dissatisfied with Fu Xi, so there is no need to make up such a spy identity to convict him, but at the same time, Xie Zao feels that there must be something hidden in this matter.

When the little emperor was reading the document, the young man's gaze was intensely fixed on his cheeks. The cold and high-spirited beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with the figure of a young man, and the light pupils seemed to be getting deeper and deeper, as if there were hot flames inside. Beating enthusiastically.

Xiao Mo saw the young man's frequently trembling eyelashes, like the wings of butterflies covered with snow, and felt pity and desire to destroy this frailty.

He got up and approached the little emperor, his tall figure pressing down on him, the cold plum aroma on the youth's body came with the oppressive feeling of a grown man, directly taught Xie Zao to be a little startled, couldn't help but lean back, avoiding the sun Too strong aura of encroachment.

Xiao Mo put one hand on Xie Zao's waist, which was about to retreat, and the other caressed the little emperor's eyes: "Don't read, the characters are too small, it will hurt your eyes."

He felt the young man's slender and weak eyelashes trembling gently, scratching his calloused skin, and it felt numb to the touch, which made his mouth dry and wanted to touch his fragile skin. The boy swallowed it.

The young man's cold face was stained with a layer of hazy lust, as if the holy coldness had been pulled down from the shrine.

Xiao Mo recalled the last time.

The youth's slender and thin body was like a canvas.

The white canvas is full of blooming crabapple flowers, one after another, densely blooming, very gorgeous,...

He was not satisfied with this at first.

He wanted to see the boy crying and begging for mercy.

Eyebrows filled with tears, with a delicate expression.

The little emperor vomited blood three times a day (38)

Thinking of this, Xiao Mo stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips impatiently, and hungrily approached the young man who was exuding endless attraction to him everywhere.

Xie Zao heard the uncontrollable hoarseness of the young man's voice next to his ear, knowing that this dog man was in love with him again, his heart trembled, he was so frightened to death.

He hurriedly turned his face away, not daring to get entangled with this person's breath, and intertwined his eyes, so as not to arouse the young man's emotions even more, and then get out of control.

He was just recovering from a serious illness, but he didn't want to be done and (manually punctuated) die on the bed.

At this moment, he really resented that he didn't have a strong body, otherwise he would definitely suck Xiao Mo completely, and let this dog die on the bed happier than a man.

But just thinking about it, Xie Zao was quickly forced to come back to his senses.

Xiao Mo held him halfway in his arms, and his extremely hot breath sprayed on the tips of his ears, and went straight into the depths of the cochlea.

The hot lips pressed up on the small and round fleshy beads, and within a while, the white ears were full of ambiguous bite marks.

Xie Zao trembled and refused: "Don't mess with me... I can't stand it, did you hit the wound on my face?" He wanted to divert the young man's attention.

After hearing this, Xiao Mo only stroked the young man's slender neck reassuringly, without stopping.

Xie Zao wants to cry but has no tears.

Fuxi is gone, and there is no one available around him, what is happening to him now is really annoying every day.

He suddenly thought of a sentence that often appeared when the villain in the TV series bullied the little lady: "You shout, no one will come to save you if you scream!", isn't this exactly what he is facing? Xie Zao felt a little inexplicably wanting to laugh, but also a little bit wanting to cry.

Xiao Mo noticed the inattentiveness of the boy in his arms, frowned gloomyly, and then invaded the boy in his arms even more violently.

The sticky and slippery soft snake repeatedly crushed the already wet earlobe