Meng Dong

Yan Hong didn't let go of the man in his arms because of Meng Dong's refusal, but hugged him even tighter. He put his face close to Meng Dong's ear, and said slowly, "No matter what happens later, you have to remember yourself Just a male pet."

Meng Dong's eyes widened in the dimness, but he didn't understand what this person meant when he said such words. He even began to wonder if this was some kind of hint from Yan Hong. Could it be that his actions just now aroused this person's anger? Suspect?

It's just that now is not a time to think calmly.He was lying on his side in the bed, and because of Yan Hong's arm, he was forced to maintain the posture of the two embracing each other. The distance between the two of them was so close that Meng Dong's breath was full of each other's breath.

This feeling was so strange to Meng Dong that he almost forgot the situation he was in at the moment, and stared blankly at Yan Hong.The bed was covered by a curtain, and the interior was dark. All Meng Dong could see were Yan Hong's bright eyes. In such a night, there were even some dazzling illusions, making people unable to look away. It was the first time Meng Dong had eyes It's the experience of being trapped in someone's eyes.

Yan Hong seemed very satisfied with Meng Dong's expression at the moment, with deep smile lines forming on his lips, and the arm around Meng Dong even deliberately tightened a little, so that the tips of their noses were almost touching together.

Meng Dong stared at the face that was close at hand, and at this moment he felt that although the person in front of him was masculine and beautiful, in fact, he himself had the best appearance.Yan Hong's appearance is not as glamorous as Meng Dong's, it is more angular, and even a bit stern, but he is usually ignored because of his absurdity.

Meng Dong just looked at it for a while, and suddenly felt a little dry. He subconsciously licked his lips, but when he met Yan Hong's smiling eyes, he felt a little shy for no reason. This man's expression of controlling everything made Meng Dong feel a little annoyed, so he simply turned over and lay down, so as to relieve the various turmoil in his heart at the moment.

Just when Meng Dong thought he had completely calmed down, there was a soft sound outside the window, and Meng Dong's eyes, which had been closed, opened immediately, becoming extremely vigilant.The sound was very subtle, and it could be seen that someone was trying to relax their movements as much as possible. If he and Yan Hong were sleeping at this moment, they would not have noticed it.

But the two of them hadn't fallen asleep yet due to various reasons.

The night can hide countless things you don't want to be seen, but its silence will also amplify any sudden sound.Meng Dong stared at the top of the bed motionless, concentrating all his attention on his hearing, and tried hard to distinguish the sounds outside—the closed window was pushed open from the outside with a soft sound, followed by someone with the last Quickly entered the room.

Meng Dong's mind suddenly became extraordinarily clear at this moment. The person outside the bed tent should have nothing to do with him. After all, if the people in the palace were alarmed, all of them would have no choice but to die.

Whose person is that then...Combined with Yan Hong's almost abnormal reaction just now, Meng Dong suddenly understood that the outsiders came for Yan Hong.

Meng Dong slightly turned his head to look at Yan Hong, only to see that the other person just raised his lips, with the expression of controlling everything on his face, as if all the actions of the person outside were in his expectation.

Meng Dong was extremely surprised in his heart, could it be that the people outside were arranged by Yan Hong in advance?Then in the middle of the night, why did he let people break into the attic through the window?

There will never be any deeds that you can't show to others like yourself, so why do you have to do it in front of yourself?

While he was thinking, the bed curtain was suddenly lifted, and from Meng Dong's perspective, he saw a black figure standing by the side of the bed, holding a shining dagger in his hand, lying on his side with his back to the bed curtain. Yan Hong stabbed in the past.

This is not Yan Hong's person at all, but an assassin who came to take his life!

Meng Dong has been in the palace for so long, and finally gained a little trust from Yan Hong. If this person dies in front of him at this moment, the things he wants to achieve and the painstaking arrangements he has made during this period will be in vain.

There was only one thought left in Meng Dong's mind, no matter what, he couldn't let Yan Hong die in front of him.Driven by this thought, he subconsciously reached out and pushed Yan Hong. Yan Hong's eyes suddenly widened at that moment, and he rolled off the bed before he could react, and fell directly outside the bed curtain. The fatal blow was avoided, but the dagger was still going down along its previous trajectory, and Meng Dong's outstretched hand had not had time to retract, and was immediately scratched by the sharp blade.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye, and Meng Dong's action surprised the two people present. The man in black didn't seem to expect that he would be discovered by others, let alone that someone would appear and stop him at such a time. .

And Yan Hong——was clutching the back of his head in pain from the fall and looking at the man in black in horror a few steps away. He had his hair crown loosened by Meng Dong before, and his ink-like long hair fell down, making his complexion pale and his body The middle coat is full of folds, looking very embarrassed.The next moment, he uttered a scream that Meng Dong couldn't believe came from his mouth: "Come here! There is an assassin! Where are the people dead! How did the assassin get in here! Do you want me to die?"

The man in black clenched the dagger tightly, his body was tightly wrapped by night clothes, the black mask covered his expression, but from Meng Dong's angle, he could clearly see the cold light shining in his dark eyes .

That's right, if he came here today to assassinate Yan Hong, it would be impossible for him to retreat if he missed a hit.

Meng Dong didn't have time to look at the wound on his arm, but the pain made him more sober, and made him realize that his first priority at the moment was to save Yan Hong's life, so he simply rolled and crawled off the bed, stood He arrived at Yan Hong's side.

Yan Hong stared at the thin but tall figure in front of him and squinted his eyes slightly. The next moment, he still let out a scream mixed with anger and panic: "Are you injured? If this group of trash, this king's beauties get out Whatever the problem, they all have to pay with their lives!"

A few steps away was a sharp blade shining with cold light, and Yan Hong who was beside him still had the leisure to say such words, Meng Dong couldn't help turning his head to look at Yan Hong, and saw the anger he had never seen on his face Still flustered, he was completely different from the calm and calm person on the bed just now.

Meng Dong suddenly remembered what this person whispered in his ear just now—"You have to remember that you are just a male favorite."

If he is just a male favorite, then what is Yan Hong?

Meng Dong felt as if he suddenly understood the meaning of this man's words, he quickly curled his lower lip, and returned to normal.He frantically used his clothes to stop the bleeding, and said: "I, I'm fine, as long as you are safe, my lord, I'm not afraid of death."

That being said, when his hands were shaking, he looked as if he had been frightened by the man in black with a sharp knife in front of him.He was only wearing a middle coat, and he was already in a state of embarrassment at the moment, barely covering his body, but most of his collarbone could still be exposed.Coupled with the scene of the two of them falling asleep together just now, the relationship between him and Yan Hong is self-evident.

The man in black was still holding the dagger, his eyes swept back and forth between the two of them, but he didn't intend to make a move.Meng Dong was swept away by his gaze, subconsciously took a step back, his fingers subconsciously grabbed Yan Hong's cuff, flinched all over his face, but still summoned up all his courage to stand in front of Yan Hong.

The three of them stalemate like this for a while, when suddenly there were footsteps downstairs, and various commotions, someone shouted loudly: "Quick! Are the guards here! Go in and protect the prince!"

The man in black turned his head and glanced towards the door. An emotion that Meng Dong could not understand rose in his eyes. He slowly put away the dagger, and walked to the window very calmly under the watchful eyes of the two. , jumped out along the open window, and disappeared into the night.

The closed door was pushed open from the outside, and Qingming rushed in with a few people: "My lord, are you alright?"

"Nothing." Yan Hong's face was calm, but his eyes fell on Meng Dong's face, "Hold the lamp and bring the golden sore medicine. Mr. Meng was injured to protect the king's safety, so let someone go and invite Qingxin."

"Yes," Qingming glanced at the open window, "Then what about the assassin? The guards have already gone after him, but you know well, my lord, he probably won't be able to catch up."

"Old rules, let them make more noise in the mansion, don't give up searching any corner, but don't go to the city to disturb the people."

Qing Ming stepped forward and lit all the candles in the house, and the originally dark room suddenly became extraordinarily bright. Yan Hong pressed Meng Dong's shoulder to make him turn around, and saw the deep knife cut on his arm at a glance. There was also the blood-stained middle coat, which frowned involuntarily: "This king has already reminded you."

"Of course I remember what the lord said." Meng Dong lowered his head and glanced at his arm, "and he also tried his best to do it, but Meng Dong was stupid. At the beginning, he didn't understand the deep meaning of your words, lord, and he didn't understand what you said, lord. Such a good acting skill." He curled up the corners of his lips in a sarcasm, "The prince's ability to change his face really made Meng Dong dumbfounded."

Yan Hong put his mocking smile into his eyes, and didn't feel angry, instead he raised his lips and praised: "You are smarter than I thought."

"To be praised by the prince, Meng Dong is really... hiss," Meng Dong said halfway, Yan Hong's hand had already reached out to his injured arm, tearing off the blood-stained sleeve, exposing the whole arm, I saw the whole picture of the wound.

Yan Hong felt that his movements were already very gentle, but they still affected the wound, and Meng Dong couldn't help crying out in pain, "If the prince is not good at this kind of thing, let's wait for Taoist Master Qingxin to come over."

"That stinky Taoist priest Qingxin?" Yan Hong snorted softly, "You can trust him. That stinky Taoist doctor checked people's pulse, prescribed a few medicines, and might be able to fool him, but bandaging the wound... If your arm is in his hands , I don’t know what it will become. What’s more, who else in the palace can care more than this king?” After he finished speaking, he glanced at Meng Dong’s face, and then realized whether it was because of what he just did. As soon as he moved, all the blood on the man's face faded away, and even a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. His eyes were fixed on Yan Hong's hand, and his face was full of tension.

Yan Hong looked at his hands suspiciously, and then at Meng Dong: "Why do you want to block this knife if you are so afraid of pain?"

Meng Dong bit his lower lip until it turned white, and slowly said: "As the prince's male favourite, if the prince dies in front of me, I'm afraid I won't live long either." Speaking of this, he stared angrily. He glanced at Yan Hong, "Besides, I just didn't want the prince to die, but I didn't expect that the knife would end up on me."

"At this time, if you take the opportunity to pretend to be pitiful, and say a few words, you will not live if this king is dead, and you are willing to exchange your life for this king's life, this king will be very happy."

"Meng Dong's acting skills are not good. If he pretends not to be good and gets exposed by the prince, it will be even more embarrassing." Meng Dong said, "I really don't want the prince to die, but I don't want to die either."

"You did indeed save this king's life, but the back of my head fell hard." After Yan Hong finished speaking, he took the wet cloth from Qingming's hand and gently wiped away the dry skin around the wound. Blood stains, and then sprinkled the medicinal powder of unknown effect on the hideous wound, Meng Dong couldn't help shaking, and subconsciously wanted to retract his arm, but Yan Hong grabbed his wrist tightly, unable to escape.

Yan Hong glanced at him with a smile, lowered his head and approached the wound and blew softly: "This is the best medicine for wounds. Although it hurts a little now, it will be fine in a while. If you change the medicine on time, it will heal in a few days." It will heal without leaving a scar."

Meng Dong didn't care if he had any scars on his arm, he just wanted to know when this so-called golden sore medicine would take effect, and when he would be able to get rid of the position where his arm was tightly held by this man .

Although he was already ready to dedicate himself, he also knew what he would do with Yan Hong, and felt that he could not care less.However, such a small interaction like this moment caused waves in his peaceful heart.

He lowered his eyes slightly, but he could only see Yan Hong's loose long hair. This man's full attention was on Meng Dong, his entire face was covered by the hair, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his warm breath kept on Meng Dong. On the arm, there was a little itching, but he didn't feel uncomfortable, even—Meng Dong didn't know whether it was his own psychological effect or the golden sore medicine had taken effect, or it was because of this person's ambiguous movements, he really felt The pain on the arm gradually faded, and the cold sweat on the face also disappeared a lot.

Meng Dong felt that his throat was not very comfortable, he coughed twice, and attracted Yan Hong's attention, and then he said uncomfortably: "I'm sorry, my lord, I'm much better now."

Yan Hong raised his head to look at his face, and saw his red earlobes at a glance, the corners of his lips raised immediately, and with a smile, he took the cloth strip from Qingming, and carefully painted Meng Dong's The arm was wrapped, and a very fine knot was tied. After checking it carefully, he said with satisfaction: "This king will personally change your medicine tomorrow."

Meng Dong finally withdrew his arm, couldn't help but look down, and found that Yan Hong's wound was indeed well bandaged, if it were the pure-hearted Taoist who came here, it might not have the same effect.He rubbed the cloth with the fingertips of the other hand twice, and said softly: "I didn't expect the prince to do such a thing."

Yan Hong had already turned around to wash his hands, and his voice came from afar: "My father, after all, was born in the army. Every time he comes down from the battlefield, he will always have large and small wounds on his body, but as a member of the army Handsome, he doesn't want to make a big fuss over this little injury and disturb the morale of the army. Most of them go back to the mansion to deal with it by themselves. Changing the dressing and bandaging for him, over time, this king can be regarded as practice makes perfect."

Speaking of this, his movements paused, he didn't know what to recall, and suddenly laughed: "Recalling now, the father and the old man are really unreliable, they only want to scare mother, and don't think about it." What is the background of the daughter-in-law I married, how could she be frightened by that little wound, it is pitiful for me to live every day at such a young age."

Meng Dong subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Yan Hong who was standing in front of the water basin. From where he was standing, he could just see Yan Hong's side face. There was a faint smile on Yan Hong's lips. Although it was not deep, it carried Meng Dong's The warmth that I have never seen in him.

Meng Dong couldn't help thinking that even a dissolute person like Yan Hong would keep a soft place in his heart because of others.But I don't have it, my heart is as hard as a stone, and there is no one in this world who is worthy of his tenderness.

After washing his hands, Yan Hong glanced at Meng Dong's face. Seeing that he didn't know what he was thinking, he waved his hand at Qingming: "Go down first, and I'll come back to pass on when Qingxin comes."

Qing Ming responded, retreated with a few servants, and closed the door considerately by the way.

The people around Yan Hong have always had eyes and quick hands and feet. When Yan Hong bandaged Meng Dong's wound, he had already tidied up the room carefully. No matter the bedding on the bed or the blood dripping on the ground, they were all cleaned up. Clean, as if nothing happened just now.

Of course, there will always be a little bit of trace left, such as the messy middle coat on Meng Dong's body.

Meng Dong lowered his head and pinched his skirt for a closer look, then let out a soft sigh: "It's a pity for this fine dress."

Yan Hong had already sat back on the soft edge, and was taking a sip of the tea that Qingming had just served: "It's just a coat, if you like this material, I'll ask Qingming to give you a few more tomorrow." come over."

Meng Dong turned his head and looked at him, with a smile on his face, but shook his head: "I don't dare to wear Wang Ye's clothes all the time. I have only worn them for a few days, and I have to pay them back with such a long hole. If I wear them again A few times, my little life might be in danger."

"So you are also afraid of death?" Yan Hong raised his eyebrows, "If you didn't expect this knife, then why did you have to stand in front of this king? With the assassin's skill, your small body might not be able to carry it one move."

"Of course I'm afraid of death, but even if I let him kill you, my lord, I may not be able to survive, so I can only hold on to that breath, even if I die, it's not so ugly anyway."

Meng Dong stood in front of the bed with his back to Yan Hong. There was a clean tunic on it, which should have been prepared by the servant just now. While talking, Meng Dong untied his own belt, "I'm sure you're so brave. If you can't catch up with the prince, knowing that the assassin is behind you, you are still lying on the bed comfortably, at such a close distance, the cold light on the blade is reflected on the prince's face, you can still move like a mountain, this kind of courage I can't match in this life."

"Maybe it's because the king has been scared stupid by that assassin?"

Yan Hong took another sip of tea, looked at Meng Dong with a smile, only to find that the man had already taken off the blood-stained middle coat with the sleeves ripped off at some point, and was trying to put on a new middle coat. body, but because he was concerned about the injured arm, he was extra careful in his movements. He didn't even put on a sleeve for most of the day, and half of his back was displayed in front of Yan Hong's eyes, which was quite dazzling.

That day by the lotus pond, Yan Hong saw Meng Dong's calf, and he already knew how fair this man was. His eyes were involuntarily attracted by the large back, especially the protruding lute bone following his movements. , Yan Hong couldn't help sighing in his heart, is this person's whole body like this at random, alluring?

Meng Dong waited for a long time but didn't get Yan Hong's next words, and even after spending a lot of effort, he couldn't put on the middle clothes. He couldn't help being a little irritable, but when he turned his head, he found that Yan Hong was staring at him intently. He couldn't help frowning and said, "My lord Sitting there is so boring, why don't you come and help me, it will save me from hurting the wound and having to trouble you to give me another medicine."

The beauty took the initiative to invite, and Yan Hong naturally would not refuse.

He got up slowly, walked to Meng Dong's side, first covered Meng Dong's wound with the palm of his hand, and then carefully inserted that arm into the sleeve, and then put on the other sleeve, Pulled up the placket, and tied the belt by the way.

Meng Dong stood there motionless and let Yan Hong put on the coat for himself. Neither of them made a sound, as if they had shared the same bed for many years in tacit understanding, but in fact...Meng Dong chuckled in his heart, and he Only when the assassin came, did this male favorite lie on the same bed as the prince in front of him.

Meng Dong lowered his eyes, and casually glanced at his jacket: "Please trouble the prince."

"Wait a minute." Yan Hong suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Meng Dong's injured wrist, and rolled up the wide sleeve little by little, revealing the bandaged wound, "It's hot, so we can't always cover it. "

Meng Dong's expression was rather complicated. After this night, he felt that he couldn't understand the person in front of him even more.Most of the time, he is deviant, absurd and indulgent, but occasionally he can reveal a calm, self-controlled, careful and cautious side, so that Meng Dong can't tell which side is the most real face of this person?

Meng Dong stared at Yan Hong for a while, then suddenly said: "Your lord's behavior just now doesn't look like he was frightened, but it seems that everything is in your expectation, and nothing goes wrong."

"Huh?" Yan Hong was stunned for a moment before he realized that Meng Dong was continuing what he had said just now. He chuckled lightly, stretched out a finger and tapped on Meng Dong's wound, "Who said it was safe, this king suffered a big loss this time. It's on."

Meng Dong ignored Yan Hong's teasing, his eyes were tightly locked on his face, and after a long while, he laughed at himself: "I thought, even if I'm just a male favorite, after all, I was hurt because of the prince, you will always treat the person just now. Give me an explanation, now it seems that I am thinking too much, how can a lowly person like me deserve the prince's explanation?"

After finishing speaking, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and sat down on the side of the bed: "After tossing and tossing for a long time, the prince should be tired too, let's rest earlier. I have an arm injury and I won't serve the prince to clean up."

Meng Dong's actions like this are actually self-willed and angry. If it were someone else, it would be impossible to indulge him like this, but Yan Hong is a person who can never be deduced by common sense.

He walked up to Meng Dong, raised his jaw with one hand, forced him to look up at him, and said softly, "Your temper has been quite serious lately, and I didn't say I couldn't explain it, but I just don't think it's a big deal. Looking at the whole world, whether it is Chu or Beiliang, I don’t know how many people are staring at Jiangling City, and as the lord of Jiangling City, this king is naturally the object of their attention? It’s just that their purpose is not very good It’s all the same, but no matter what the purpose is, no one wants my life. After all, I never ask about the military, and I don’t bother to manage the messy government affairs in the city. Even without me, Jiangling will not become a mess, or even I will be inspired to fight because of my death, and fight to the death with the culprit."

Speaking of this, Yan Hong let out a chuckle: "My father, the king, has no other skills. He has devoted all his energy to marching and fighting in his life, so he has harvested a few capable brothers and tens of thousands of loyal friends." Geng Geng, a heroic soldier, I think no matter who it is, they don’t want to become old enemies with Jiangling City just because they took away my life as a waste, right? Besides, a person like me may be more useful alive than dead big."

Yan Hong let go, stood up straight, walked to the window, the night wind blew on his face, and also blew away his voice: "This king has been used to things like tonight these years, let them see If there is something reassuring, this king will be able to calm down for a long time, so why not do it."

Meng Dong frowned, he stared at Yan Hong's back, and asked, "Don't you be afraid, my lord, that the person who will come one day will be a real assassin?"

Yan Hong let out a sneer, he turned around to look at Meng Dong, and said softly, "For the sake of your injury for me tonight, this king will tell you a secret."

"what?"

"Although this king has no great prospects, he grew up with my father in the barracks." He said slowly, "Although martial arts may not be very superb, it is more than enough to deal with one or two assassins. Then Otherwise, there are so many guards in the palace, they can't even protect the king's life, so what's the use of them?"

Meng Dong suddenly remembered that day when the envoy said to him that the guards of the palace were extremely loose, and that at night, he couldn't even see a single person--now it looks like it must have been deliberately arranged by Yan Hong. Was the messenger noticed by this person?

He originally thought that this person was an idiot, an excellent entry point, and it should be a particularly easy thing to approach this person to gain his trust, and then he would take the opportunity to plan.

But now it seems that I am afraid that I have been deceived by this person like everyone else in the world.Everything that Yan Hong showed to the whole world was what he wanted others to see, but no one knew what kind of person he was actually.

I'm afraid that his original plan will come to nothing, and now that the matter has come to this point, he can only take one step at a time. Anyway, he is now in the palace, and Yan Hong's interest in him does not seem to be fake, just like what Yan Hong said, as long as He is still alive, Meng Dong always has a chance.

While Meng Dong was thinking, Yan Hong suddenly said, "Speaking of which, although this king has experienced this scene countless times, it is different tonight."

Meng Dong still didn't recover from his own thoughts, but subconsciously replied: "Why?"

"This is the first time when someone came, there was a beauty in my arms, and this beauty saved my life." Yan Hong smiled and glanced at Meng Dong, "The ancients said that when the peony flower dies, Being a ghost is also romantic. Even if I didn't find out for a while and really died at the hands of that person, this king is worth it."

Meng Dong laughed softly: "It turns out that the prince can be satisfied so easily."

There was a knock on the door suddenly, and Qing Ming's voice came: "My lord, it's time for you to have a pure heart."

"Ask him to come up."

Meng Dong glanced at the door, looked down at his tightly wrapped arm, and said doubtfully: "It's just a scratch, the medicine has already been applied, so why bother Taoist Master Qingxin in the middle of the night."

"Although the wound looks fine, who knows if there is some poison hidden on the dagger that I don't know about. Let the stinky Taoist take a look, and I will feel at ease." Yan Hong turned around and sat back on the soft bed, "This king spends so much silver to support him every year, he should do something else besides giving this king some useless medicine."

"Who said that Pindao's elixir is useless?" Qingxin pushed open the door and walked in, "When the 49 days arrive, you will know the beauty of my elixir." He said Then, he deliberately glanced at Meng Dong, and immediately turned back to look at Yan Hong, who was drinking tea with his hair loose, "The prince is very elegant. It's poor to dress like this in the middle of the night." Come for tea?"

"How little good tea have you defrauded me from this king? Do you still want to have a sip in the middle of the night?" He raised his jaw in Meng Dong's direction, "An assassin just came and accidentally injured this king. , I have already bandaged the wound, feel his pulse for him, I am afraid that the dagger is hiding poison."

Qingxin yawned lazily, and walked straight towards Meng Dong, muttering in her mouth: "I called me here in the middle of the night, I thought it was a big deal. The prince has recently learned to be sympathetic to flowers and jade, which I haven't seen before." Who are you so interested in?"

Meng Dong sat down on the seat opposite Yan Hong, stretched out his good arm, and stretched it out in front of Qing Xin: "It's getting late at night, the Taoist priest should hurry up and finish the diagnosis, and hurry up and go back to rest."

"Yeah." Qing Xin answered casually, and took Meng Dong's pulse.His eyes fell on Meng Dong's face, and then turned back to Yan Hong's face. He realized that the two of them were only wearing middle clothes, especially Yan Hong's hair was loose, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows. The beauties are making people feel itchy, but the lord won't be able to bear it even on July 49th. Looking at you now, it doesn't look like something will happen. If this is the case, I can say my ugly words first, and I will talk about it later If the lord is... poor, he will not be responsible."

Yan Hong glared at him, and suddenly threw out the cup lid that he had been playing with in his hand, and it fell directly on Qing Xin's feet: "Do what you should do now."

The night was really too late, Meng Dong had just been tossing for a long time and was injured again, Meng Dong gradually felt sleepy, but Qing Xin was still pinching his wrist, concentrating on taking the pulse, and had no intention of ending it.This made Meng Dong couldn't help yawning. He looked down at his free injured arm, and then at the wooden table beside him. He simply tilted his head, put half of his face on it, and followed suit. eyes.

Time seemed to be frozen, and no sound could be heard in his ears. Meng Dong became more and more drowsy, and his drowsiness gradually began to rise. He even saw Duke Zhou waving at him not far away, and was about to catch up, when suddenly a sound came from his ear. Come to a voice: "Okay!"

Meng Dong's drowsiness was shaken by this sound, and he opened his eyelids to see that the Taoist priest had let go of his hands and stood up: "Pin Dao has already finished his pulse diagnosis."

Yan Hong leaned on the soft bed, supported his chin with one hand, and looked sleepy: "How?"

"It's not a serious problem. There is no poison on the dagger. The prince can rest assured. Moreover," Qing Xin glanced at Meng Dong, "Mr. Meng should have taken medicines on time these few days. The previous heat has dissipated. The foundation has also improved a little bit, of course, only a little bit."

"So we still need to continue to use the tonic?" Yan Hong became very interested when he mentioned taking the medicine. He sat up straight, "His wound today is not small, and he has left a lot of blood. You can add more to the prescription." Some medicinal materials for nourishing qi and nourishing blood, let him drink together when the time comes."

Meng Dong still kept his face on the wooden table, and glanced in Yan Hong's direction. He still couldn't understand Yan Hong's wicked taste of watching himself drink medicine, and he didn't bother to argue, his heavy eyelids dropped again. , ready to compromise to sleepiness again.

Yan Hong looked at him, pursed his mouth, and winked at Qing Xin, but his voice was deliberately lowered: "It just so happens that you are here, and this king has something to discuss with you. You gave this king something to eat earlier. The elixir, the one that lasts for 49 days, can you think of a way to shorten the time?"

Qing Xin looked in Meng Dong's direction quietly: "Actually, there is no other way, but...cough, since Mr. Meng is asleep, the prince will come downstairs with me, and I will talk to you carefully."

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