minister wants to kill the king

The brain roared, and in the haze, Feng Su heard someone shouting almost breaking the sound.

"Hurry up, why are you here?"

"Where is the doctor?"

Feng Su struggled to open his eyes, wanting to see how Xue Lang was doing.

Is Xue Lang okay?

However, his eyelids became heavier, his brain ached, and a deep sense of fatigue swept over him, dragging him into a deeper coma.

On the hunting ground, the white tiger rushed towards him, and suddenly a figure rushed out from the side, punching the white tiger.

In the dark and narrow thatched hut, Xue Lang had a sullen face, feeding him medicine spoon by spoon.

The Planting Flower Pavilion was blazing into the sky, surrounded by a sea of ​​flames, in the vagueness, a tall figure broke through the flames, the scorching air distorted, the man with sparks all over his body, like an invincible god of war, rushed towards him.

In the small courtyard, he was sipping wontons, and when he looked up, Xue Lang was looking at him intently, with gentle and deep eyes.

A soft sound of porcelain colliding pulled Feng Su back from his deep sleep.

Holding the medicine bowl, Han Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, "You've woken up."

"What about Xue Lang?"

"It's in the next room. Fortunately, a maid found that the door was wrong and called for someone. You didn't know that you and Mr. Xue were in danger." Han Sheng turned around, and Feng Su had already stumbled out barefoot.

As soon as Feng Su ran out, he almost bumped into some maidservants.

"Master Hou is awake."

"Where are you going, my lord?"

"You have wounds"

Arriving in front of Xue Lang's door, Feng Su's hasty footsteps suddenly stopped, he placed one hand on the door, and stared blankly at the door.

He dared not open the door.

At this moment, Han Sheng and the maid carrying the shoes came running over. Seeing Feng Su's lonely expression, Han Sheng softened his voice a little, "Master Hou put on the shoes first, the ground is cold."

Feng Su lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes fluttered a few times, showing a bit of panic and fragility, "How is Xue Lang?"

At that moment, he was shocked, but Feng Su couldn't care less about showing off.

Han Sheng: "It's not easy to say, you know, everyone has been stabbed in the opposite direction"

With a sound of "squeak", Feng Su pushed open the door and walked in.

The room was filled with a faint smell of blood. Xue Lang was seriously injured. Even after cleaning the wound, blood continued to ooze out from the wound.

The doctor was sitting in front of the bed and tidying up the medicine box. Xue Lang's injury could be life-threatening at any time, so he couldn't leave his side.

Xue Lang's eyes were tightly closed, lying on the bed, his breath was weak, and his chest hardly rose or fell.

Feng Su carefully sat by the bed, the doctor was about to stop him, but was stopped by Han Sheng's eyes.

"You guys go out, I'll talk to him." Feng Su said.

Everyone retreated, and there was a soft sound of the wooden door closing behind them.

Feng Su took a deep breath, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, and gently caressed Xue Lang's side face.

Xue Lang's skin had a rough feeling caused by years of wind and frost, and it was cold to the touch. If it wasn't for the faint breath in his nose, Feng Su almost thought that Xue Lang was going to die.

Feng Su asked hoarsely, "Why save me?"

The moment when Xue Lang yelled at him to get out of the way and hugged him to switch positions flashed in his mind.

Xue Lang's expression at that moment was unprecedented fear.

So, does Xue Lang also have a little bit of love for him, like

Feng Su held Xue Lang's cold hand, lowered his head dejectedly, and pressed his forehead deeply against the hands they held.

Feng Su's voice was low and low, "What were you thinking when you saved me? You shouldn't have saved me."

"Xue Lang, don't die, please"

"I'm left with you"

Three days later, Xue Lang still didn't wake up.

Feng Su panicked, and the doctors changed one after another, but Xue Lang still didn't get any better. The doctor even suggested to Han Sheng that he could prepare Xue Lang's funeral first.

All kinds of medicinal materials were poured into it as if they didn't need money. Feng Su stayed by Xue Lang's bed every day, and lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On this day, Feng Su was still sitting on the head of the bed in a daze, Han Sheng suddenly remembered something, and presented a carefully crafted box, "The doctor found this when he cleaned Master Xue's wound."

Feng Su's eyes slowly moved to the box, and said lightly, "It should be his stuff, let's put it on the table."

Han Sheng put down the box, and said worriedly, "Master Hou should also pay attention to his health, if Mr. Xue wakes up and sees you like this"

Feng Su said, "In the past few days, the affairs of the mansion will trouble you."

Han Sheng, "No trouble, it's mainly you." Seeing Feng Su's deafness, Han Sheng sighed, turned and left the door.

Feng Su sat for a while, picked up the box on the table, casually opened it and looked, but there were a few lavender incense sticks.

What does Xue Lang carry with him for burning incense and worshiping Buddha?

Feng Su picked it up curiously and sniffed it, but there was no smell, so he put it back.

He turned his head to look at Xue Lang, Xue Lang was still asleep, unchanged from three days ago.

His mind was in chaos, and he had already begun to think uncontrollably, what would he do if Xue Lang died

A solitary revenge, or success or failure, the difference is only a solitary emperor, or a solitary burial in the wilderness.

Now he only asks Xue Lang to open his eyes and take a look at him, no matter how much he pays for it.

Fortunately, Xue Lang finally woke up five days later.

As soon as Xue Lang opened his eyes, he saw Feng Su's haggard and thin face. Feng Su looked at him in disbelief, blinked, and blinked again.

Feng Su panted quickly, his face was full of excited joy, "Xue Lang"

The corners of Xue Lang's lips twitched slightly, indicating that he heard it.

However, the next moment, what Xue Lang never expected was that Feng Su directly reached out to caress his side face, and moved his head closer.

Immediately afterwards, a soft touch came from his lips, Feng Su turned his face and kissed his lips almost like biting.

Xue Lang's mind went blank.

Feng Su's mind went blank.

Subconsciously, Xue Lang licked the softness on his lips, and then Xue Lang finally came to his senses

Feng Su is kissing him

how is this possible

Why did Feng Su kiss him?

Xue Lang's response was like a trigger, Feng Su turned back like lightning, and immediately realized what he had just done.

Fengsu ""

Xue Lang still stared at him in astonishment, his eyes almost popping out.

This was the first time Xue Lang made such a gaffe.

Feng Su broke out in a cold sweat. It was too abrupt just now. What would Xue Lang think of him? What would Xue Lang think of him? "

Xue Lang was dumbfounded, couldn't catch his breath, and fainted again.