Dodder Pampering Handbook

When he woke up again, Zhao Chanzhen only felt a jolt.He was wearing a cloak, covering his face tightly, and was walking behind his back.

There were dense and small knocks falling on his body continuously, and he was stunned for a while before he realized what it was.

"It's raining?" Zhao Chanzhen had a hoarse voice, his throat was dry and sore, he swallowed uncomfortably, his delicate eyebrows were also wrinkled, and his fingers grasped the clothes of the person under him.

Zhong Ting was panting heavily, running in the muddy forest, he had almost reached the limit, his lungs were like old wooden doors, and every time he panted, there was a heavy noise.

"Let's go.... Your Majesty, hold on for a while... I'm looking for a cave." The weather on the mountain can change as soon as it is said. Before the rebels killed the mountain, Zhong Teng asked someone to wear his clothes, and Zhao Xi carried the fake emperor on his back. Running to the south of the mountain, and he himself took Zhao Chanzhen to run to the east.

The Empress Dowager and the others headed towards the mountains. The target of the rebel army was Zhao Chanzhen. Most of the troops were chasing this side, so the pressure on the Zhao family would be relatively small.Just wait for reinforcements and everything will be over.

The torrential rain was pouring, and the strong wind was carrying leaves and heavy rain, coming from all directions, slapping on the face, drawing tiny bloodstains.Zhong Ting could hardly see the way, but he still staggered forward.

Until he saw a place, "Here we are." Zhong Teng put Zhao Chanzhen down, led him behind him, and stretched out his hand to pull down the green vines outside, revealing a cave.

The location of this cave was explained in Di Rong's investigation that day.

The little emperor's legs were a little weak, and he was about to fall to the ground after walking a few steps, but he caught him in time and held him in his arms.

There is a very narrow stone in the cave, which is tentatively regarded as a bed.Zhong Teng put Zhao Chanzhen on the stone bed, then turned back to the entrance of the cave, and restored the vines to their original shape.

It was getting dark outside.

Zhao Chanzhen covered his mouth and held the sneeze in his hand.He only felt that he was very hot all over, and his clothes were wet, which made him uncomfortable.

Lying there in a daze, reaching for the clothes on his body.In the darkness, Zhong Cheng's eyes seemed to be able to glow.

Since his escape, he has been silent.At this time, he just hugged Zhao Chanzhen, who was almost half-hearted, and wiped the dust on the stone bed with the clothes he took off.

There is still a pile of firewood in the cave, and I don't know how long it has been there, and whether it can still be used.Even if it could be used, they would not dare to light a fire at this time to attract chasing soldiers.

Zhong Cheng took off his own clothes and put them on the stone platform together with the little emperor's wet clothes.

Zhao Chanzhen murmured: "Cold..." He held Zhong Ting's fingers and coughed in discomfort.

Zhong Cheng rubbed his chest, and the feeling of blockage there became stronger.He hugged the little emperor in his arms, warming him with the heat from his body.

He asked in a daze, "Uncle Emperor, are we going to die?"

Zhong Teng scattered his wet long hair behind him, and said in a deep voice, "No, Su Hetong will come to rescue you soon."

Zhao Chanzhen changed his position in his arms, said "um", and was speechless for a while.

Until late at night, Zhong Teng still heard the sound of pursuers outside the cave, but the rain was so heavy that they couldn't find it.

Bao Buqi will find out tomorrow, and he still has to take the little emperor to continue walking into the mountains.

But he didn't expect that Zhao Chanzhen would be so sick.

Zhao Chanzhen lay alone in the cave, and Zhong Teng went out before dawn.

Struggling to get up, enduring the pain all over his body, he took out a whistle that looked like a finger bone from the belt of his jacket, put it by his mouth, and blew it.Like birds chirping, the mourning turns for a long time.

Not long after, someone came into the cave and called him, "Master."

Zhao Chanzhen rubbed his sore eyes, and asked hoarsely, "How is the situation down the mountain?"

"As you expected, Deng Yong and Xiao Yu colluded together. The ministers on the list, except for a few who did not participate in the rebellion, all supported Deng Yong either explicitly or secretly."

Zhao Chan was really thoughtful, but he couldn't catch them all.He nodded, and said again: "Where did King Yong'an go? Is there any danger?"

"My lord went to look for herbs. I met soldiers searching on the road, so I killed them and took the weapons. I'm safe now."

"Very good, be careful not to hurt him." Zhao Chanzhen's eyes seemed to have a special heat, and he looked at the darkness in the cave with a smile, which only made people feel dangerous.

He had known for a long time that Deng Yong and his son had no good intentions and had never trusted them.Knowing that Deng Yong was lustful, Zhao Chanzhen followed suit and sent beauties to his mansion through many channels.

Sure enough, the old fox Deng Yong showed his feet.Even the secret letter he sent to Xiao Yu had already passed through his hands, and he handed it to Xiao Yu after reading it.

I have to say that Uncle Huang gave him a very useful sword.But the more he was like this, the more curious he became, and he became more inquisitive about the hidden guard standing in the shadows: "Seventeen? I and King Yong'an, who are you loyal to?"

"Of course it is Your Majesty."

"Why?" Obviously they were trained/taught by King Yong'an, but now they are so easy to turn against each other, even Zhao Chanzhen is not worth it for the emperor's uncle.

And as soon as this question was asked, Shi Qi began to play dead.

Zhao Chan could only give up, and said coldly: "If I want to break the wings of my uncle, will you help him or me?"

"Of course it is Your Majesty."

Unable to find out the reason, Zhao Chanzhen didn't ask. He coughed a few times, and his long black hair shook accordingly, like a legendary sea monster living on the bottom of the sea.

But Shi Qi only felt terrified. Under such a stunning face, there was a rotten heart.The reason why he is loyal to the little emperor is not for money or sex, and it has nothing to do with repaying kindness.

It was exactly what King Yong'an ordered.This was the last task he taught these hidden guards.

He has been with King Yong'an since he was young, and what he saw with his own eyes is always deeper than others' comprehension.In the eyes of others, King Yong'an is bloodthirsty and easy to kill. He is a cruel, heartless living king of Hades.

But he has seen the injury on the prince's back, and knows the prince's insomnia.He has never had anyone close to him, such a man who would not change his color even if the world collapsed, would be tempted by the puppet emperor who personally watched him grow up.

Seventeen is a secret guard, he is good at hiding all his thoughts in his eyes.Since this was also ordered by the prince, they followed suit.

It's just that the little emperor tested their bottom line again and again, not only placing them beside the ministers in the court, but even beside King Yong'an and the Empress Dowager.

He greedily spread his tentacles across the forest, entwining his vines around every plant in his domain.Only in this way will he feel at ease.

If Zhao Chanzhen behaved like this externally, it would not be too much of a fault. People in high positions have been more suspicious since ancient times.

However, no one would have thought that Zhao Chan really deceived everyone with his weak and sweet appearance.He is not a weak and harmless dodder in the forest, but a life-threatening whip in the hands of Lord Hades.

Such a sensitive and suspicious person, he can distrust everyone, but he can't distrust King Yong'an.Because Shi Qi knew that the prince had a sincere heart, he put the knife in the hands of the little emperor, even if he would use that knife to aim at his heart.

Shi Qi stood in the shadows and said: "The master has nothing else to do, please allow your subordinates to step back first, the prince will be back soon."

Zhao Chanzhen coughed violently suddenly, he waved his hand feebly to make the hidden guard retreat.

He coughed heart-piercingly, as if he wanted to cough up all his internal organs. He propped his hands on the stone platform, and his black hair hung down on his chest. It was still seaweed fluctuating violently with the rapids.

Zhong Cheng came back with some earthy herbs and saw this scene. He hurried over and stroked Zhao Chanzhen's back, "Your Majesty, hold back, don't cough it up."

Zhao Chanzhen lay down in his arms, his body trembling violently, he obediently covered his mouth with his hands, the corners of his eyes became more crimson, his complexion was like paper, and his lips were as rosy.

It took a long time before he stopped coughing, let go of his hand, and slumped over to Zhong Cheng's arm.

He didn't wear his clothes properly, but only covered his body. His long hair covered his red and white body, like a ghost, exuding a dead air around him.

Zhong Ting frowned, helped him put on his clothes and put them on his back, "Be patient, Your Majesty, I will take you to the top of the mountain. I killed two pursuers just now, I'm afraid they will find this place soon."

With one hand behind his back, he supported Zhao Chanzhen, and with the other hand, he put the herbs he found in his arms, and then walked deeper into the mountain.

At this time, the reinforcements are estimated to have arrived.But Zhong Teng took a quick look and found that Deng Yong had put in almost all the troops he could mobilize in order to catch Zhao Chanzhen. Now let's see who will find Zhao Chanzhen first.

After leaving the cave, Zhong Cheng said to Zhao Chanzhen behind him: "Your Majesty, do you know that Qing Zhu is not your own mother?"

Zhao Chanzhen's body was slightly stiff, he breathed slowly, and let out a slow "hmm".

he knows.Or rather, he already knew.

The bamboo grove was only so big. After Mrs. Zhao returned to the palace, the temple didn't care much about him, they almost starved and satiated. Naturally, he learned how to survive.

The bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest are good things, but unfortunately, the things he dug up are not so good.He was still young at that time, so naturally he was very frightened, and even had a high fever, crying and begging Qingzhu to hug him and comfort him.

But Qingzhu told her that she was not his mother, and was beaten up by Qingzhu.Those few slaps broke up some things in his heart, and so far, those who were broken up still haven't come back.

He is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very smart.

Every time he encounters something, he is calm and sober, not like himself, as if there is another person hidden in his body.His body was shaking, his eyes were tearing, but he could still think calmly about whose corpse it would be.

When he was eight years old, he secretly dug up the corpse again in the middle of the night when there was no one around. The body had already been turned into white bones, but the hair had not rotted.Zhao Chanzhen sat by the corpse pit all night, and it was almost dawn before he started to fill the pit again.

At that time, he had a feeling in his heart that maybe he knew this person.Later in the palace, the situation he faced was even worse.

One thing he didn't tell others is that Yong-ah once wanted his life.That night, he was lying there when he heard Yongya calling his name.He didn't make a sound, and Yongya slowly got out of bed and walked to his bedside.

About the time to stand for a stick of incense.

Zhao Chanzhen squinted one eye, breathed steadily, but could see clearly under the moonlight.What Yongya held in his hand was an incense burner.

He wanted to kill himself.

Zhao Chan is really sober, Yongya is taller and stronger than him, if he wakes up at this time, he will definitely be killed by Yongya before the maid comes.

The only thing he can do is to wait, to wait for Yongya to soften his heart, to gather strength, and escape from here.

Maybe Yongya was still a child, he didn't dare to do it after all.But Zhao Chanzhen has been careful since then, and has never slept a full night at night.

People will be wary of someone in the palace who is harsh and stern, but not a person who does nothing but retreats.

He did use this method to protect himself and obtain temporary safety.Everyone regards him as a fool, even if they speak ill of others in the palace, they will not avoid him.

Because he was so useless, he didn't even dare to kill an ant, but when he saw King Yong'an's face, he would tremble with fright.

But in the dark where they couldn't see, Zhao Chanzhen was always sober and calm, quietly waiting for the opportunity.

Until the Empress Dowager wanted to attack him, he had no choice but to try to attach himself to King Yong'an.This was the most daring decision he ever made, and it paid him off incomparably richly.

Like a greedy and hungry beast, he put on a gorgeous appearance and used King Yong'an.But he didn't want to hurt him, he just wanted to make King Yong'an like him, a well-behaved and obedient uncle who only belonged to him.

What he wants is no betrayal, absolute trust.

So following the plan of King Yong'an and the Empress Dowager, he knew that the Empress Dowager wanted to escape from Jinling, and wanted to take his uncle with him.

This plan had to be advanced several months.If he wants to be an emperor, he must break first and then establish. The only way to fundamentally force the empress dowager to stand by him is to make everyone in the world believe that he is the only emperor.

Gather all the people who doubted his origin and kill them.The dead cannot speak.

Zhao Chan groaned in pain. He used to sit beside that bone, stroked her black hair, and asked over and over again if she was his own mother.

There was no answer.He knew that dead people cannot speak.

He struggled to touch Zhong Cheng's face, felt some stiff stubble, touched his rolling Adam's apple, lay on his back and rubbed his cheek, and said with a light smile, "I know."

He was too lazy to think too deeply, and he was already very tired after taking every step of the way.

He used all means available to him.He just wants to live, what's wrong?

There seemed to be a flame in his heart, Zhao Chanzhen just waited for Zhong Teng to throw him off his back, call him a wolf-hearted bastard, then raised his sword, and killed him angrily.

In this way, the black flame in his heart will not continue to spread until it burns up everything in this world.

But Zhong Cheng didn't say anything, the badge on his chest was equally hot, and the heat in front of him and behind him reached an agreement at this moment, almost roasting him.

He was a little relieved, as expected, the dodder flower that he raised was not an ordinary flower that just waited for others to take good care of it.He is not only a flower swaying in the wind, but also a thread for the demon king to seduce his soul.

Zhao Chan really couldn't wait for his answer, and bit him on the back angrily, trying to vent all the hatred and depression in his heart.

He cried and shouted: "Uncle Huang! Uncle Huang!"

Why not drop him?Why bother with such a gloomy villain?He was so afraid of himself, even if he couldn't find evidence that Zhong Teng would betray him, his dry heart was still shaken all the time, and he would be abandoned.

He is so scared.

Zhao Chan really wanted to roll off his back in a hurry, Zhong Teng staggered under his feet, and finally couldn't support his body, and fell to the big tree next to him.

Before falling down, he didn't forget to grab the little emperor who might be scratched on his back to his front.

He was panting heavily, his eyes were blurred, he smiled lightly and took the little emperor into his arms, pressing him against his chest: "Why are you crying?"

"I am proud of you."

Zhao Chanzhen knelt between his legs, the tears on his face stagnated, and he asked blankly, "Why?"

"This is your law of survival, and you have done nothing wrong."

Zhong Cheng felt a little helpless when he thought of the barren grass on the rooftop.

"But I lied to you." Zhao Chanzhen murmured.

"But I know all about it."

Zhong Teng forced himself to sit up, took out a black stone from his bosom, and put it in his palm, his eyes kept turning black.

He said: "I have been waiting for you to become a real emperor."

"But I can't stay with you anymore, Your Majesty, I'm really going to die. I didn't lie to you this time, my heart is almost burning, but don't be afraid, we will meet soon. When you become the real emperor... ...we can meet..."

Zhong Ting finished speaking intermittently, then stubbornly controlled his body, and put his hand on the little emperor's shoulder.He has really grown up, and his shoulders are so much stronger that even he can support him.

He rested his head on his shoulder, turned his face, and kissed his cheek.

Zhao Chanzhen held the warm stone in his hand, a little at a loss, he held the person in his arms with one hand, and lifted the stone with the other.

His eyes were red and swollen from crying, and he raised his head, feeling uncomfortable being hurt by the sun's rays. He saw a small grass with only two leaves hidden in the black stone like ink dripping.

The sun is coming out.

The heat on the shoulders is slowly fading away.Zhao Chanzhen knelt there silently, like a frozen stone statue.

Seventeen appeared, "Master, Deng Yong has been captured alive, and all the rebels have been captured. You are safe."

Zhao Chan turned his head stiffly, and said sadly: "You come to see the emperor, what's wrong with him?"

Seventeen was silent, he didn't need to look closely, he also knew that King Yong'an had reached the end of his life.

In the next second, Zhao Chanzhen hugged King Yong'an and fell to the ground slowly.

When he woke up again, Zhao Chanzhen was already in the temporary tent.He was taken aback for a moment, then jumped out of bed and frantically rummaged around in the tent.

Zhao Xi came in with the medicine, but he rushed forward and grabbed his sleeve, the medicine bowl fell and broke into pieces, "Where's the emperor's uncle? Where's my emperor's uncle!"

"Oh, Your Majesty, be careful, don't step on it!" Zhao Xi hurriedly pushed him away, but Zhao Chanzhen desperately wanted to run out of the tent.

His exquisite face became ferocious, and his eyes were red: "You buried him, right? Who told you to bury him!"

"Your Majesty, calm down, calm down! The prince is not dead yet!"

Zhao Chan was really stunned, "Uncle Huang is not dead?"

"I dare not lie to you, my lord is indeed not dead..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chanzhen had already rushed out, looking at the blood stains left on the ground, he was afraid that the sole of his foot was punctured again.

Zhao Xi said "Ouch", his face squeezed like an orange.If His Majesty looks like this, if those ministers see it, I wonder if there will be other moths.He quickly chased them out.

Zhong Teng was placed in the tent next door. When Zhao Chanzhen went in, the Empress Dowager was there, Su He was there, and there were a group of doctors, some invited from the palace and some from outside the palace.

They gathered around the bed, frowning and muttering words.

Zhao Chanzhen grabbed one of them and asked, "How is Uncle Huang?"

"Please His Majesty..."

"Don't invite me!" Zhao Chan interrupted them impatiently, "Tell me how the emperor is doing?"

"This..." The imperial doctor stood up, a little worried, "Although the lord's breathing is weak and his heart beats slowly unlike ordinary people, he still breathes. It stands to reason that in such a situation, it will be back to normal after a few days of rest. But today is the first time. It's been two days, my lord... still hasn't woken up."

Zhao Chanzhen's feet were weak, but fortunately he was supported by Su Hetong, "Your Majesty, take care of the dragon's body."

He waved his hand and asked again: "There are so many of you, can't you see what kind of disease this is? No matter what medicine you use, just talk about it, as long as you can wake up the uncle, I will make you kings!"

Although his promise was very tempting, the doctors present really didn't dare to agree.

A middle-aged man stood out from the crowd, and he motioned: "Your Majesty, the grassroots have something to say, and I don't know whether to say it or not."

"Say, pardon your innocence!"

"That Caomin knows everything. Caomin once met a patient who was in the same situation as King Yong'an. The patient was pregnant and was still working in the field. He fell to the ground with a dizzy head. He just hit a stone on his head and passed out. .Being unconscious in bed like this, saying that he is not dead, but he can’t wake up no matter what, and he is ignorant and unconscious.”

"Fortunately, her husband did not give up on her. He treated her like a normal person all day long, feeding her and taking medicine. A few months later, the woman gave birth to a child."

This matter was absurd, Su Hetong frowned upon hearing this, "If the woman is ignorant, how can she give birth to a child?"

The middle-aged doctor grinned, quite proudly: "Naturally, it was the grassroots who broke their belly to get their son."

The empress dowager was shocked: "Nonsense! How can you live if you break your belly?"

"It's more convenient than giving birth to a living child. If you insist on taking medicine, the wound will heal naturally. The miracle Cao Min wants to say is yet to come. When the woman gives birth to a child, she naturally has a mother and milk. The baby's father holds him and sucks the milk. , juice, so after seven or eight months, the child grew up. The father was busy farming, so he put the sleeping child at home, but the child was just at the age of turning over, tossing and turning, and leaving the bed It's only a palm away."

"The bed is about half the height of a person. If it falls, even a healthy child will die. Seeing that the child is about to fall, guess what?" The middle-aged doctor became more and more happy as he talked. That is to say, a sense of picture came to my face.

Even the Empress Dowager held her breath, worrying about the baby.

Su Hetong asked, "Could it be that the unconscious woman has woken up?"

"Exactly. Although the woman is in a coma, she is not completely unconscious. She can sense the external situation, so when the child is in danger, she can wake up from this state. This is the mother's Power."

"The reason why Caomin talked about this is to say that it is true that the king of Yong'an has run out of oil, and it is not a lie if he still has a breath. If he can take good care of him and comfort the people he cares about, in time, King Yong'an will be able to come back again." Wake up, not necessarily."

Zhao Chanzhen looked at Zhong Teng, then looked around, waved away the doctors in the room, and let them go to receive the reward.

Su Hetong also withdrew temporarily, leaving only the Empress Dowager alone.

Zhao looked at him, a little wary, "What are you going to do?"

Zhao Chanzhen's expression was cold, his body was slender and easy to break, but his eyebrows and eyes were like sharp blades, he suddenly knelt down.

He kowtowed three times to Mrs. Zhao, and said, "Thank you, Grandma Huang, for proving my background for me."

If it weren't for Zhao's righteous words and life guarantee, these people at the foot of the mountain would not have stabilized so quickly.

Mrs. Zhao pursed her lips into a straight line, "Ai's family is not helping you, but helping Cheng'er and myself. As for you, the emperor of Dazhao, as long as you are not from the Zhao family, anyone can sit."

Zhao Chanzhen continued to kowtow: "This time, I would like to thank Grandma Huang for saving my life from my mother."

It is true that the empress dowager used him, but it is also true that he was spared from Lord Yan.

Mrs. Zhao turned her body away, not looking at him, and said sullenly: "Aijia just sees that woman as pitiful..." Her breathing was stagnant, and her mind was full of thoughts.

Zhao Chan really ignored what he said, and kowtowed again: "This time, I am begging Grandma Huang to keep Uncle Huang and let me take care of him."

"No!" Zhao's eyes widened, subconsciously refusing.

But when she saw the little emperor's expression clearly, she realized that he was just telling herself.

rather than a real plea.

At this moment, she seemed to see a horned dragon lying in front of her. Even though she shrank her minions aggrievedly, she could still feel the majestic arrogance of it.

Can not refuse, can only accept.

This is the emperor.

The author has something to say:

The little emperor is sensitive and suspicious, delicate and juicy, his heart is dark, even if he likes Zhong Ting, he is always afraid, afraid that he will treat him well, or that he will treat him badly.A hunter who is used to trapping will not believe that there is still a stupid beast that slams into his arms. He can only be sure that he really owns the beast by tying it up with a rope and taming it himself.