The whole world thinks I'm a nephew

into the night.

Wu Qi'er would come to see Lin Jingyun at this time every night, and now that he heard that he was awake, Wu Qi'er was more anxious than anyone else, leaving behind his things and rushing over.

The latter took the medicine mixed with drugs, and his face became more bloody. When he saw Wu Qier, he greeted Wu Qier with a smile: "You are here."

Wu Qi'er wept with joy, she covered her face with her hands and stood at the entrance of the hall, her eyes were red, and she said in a trembling voice: "It's good to be back... It's good to be back."

Thank you...thank you for coming back.

Zhong Tinghe boiled medicine from the outside and entered the door, and seeing Wu Qier was there, he nodded at her as a greeting.

Lin Jingyun said thoughtfully: "I don't know why, when Imperial Physician Zhong gave me the medicine just now, I didn't feel much pain, and my chest no longer felt stuffy and painful. What kind of medicine is it? It's so powerful."

Zhong Tinghe smiled, "My lord doesn't know, this prescription is from my hometown, and it is the most effective in treating these ailments."

"That's it." Lin Jingyun withdrew his gaze, and was still lying prone on the bed, his eyes were gloomy, as if drifting far away, and he murmured: "Then my illness...should be cured soon stop."

His words seemed to be blown by the wind, and they could be easily blown away. There was a momentary pause, and even a little calm could be heard;

It felt like this person knew that he was going to die, but he was still extremely calm, and there was even a little joy of relief in it.

However, Zhong Tinghe naturally did not dare to say a word of these.

He reluctantly raised the corners of his lips, pretending to have a well-thought-out look: "My lord, as long as he takes care of himself during this period of time, this injury will heal soon."

Lin Jingyun lay on the bed and smiled, "My illness is all thanks to you. After I recover, I will give you a hundred taels of gold, marry a wife and have children and return home to take care of you."

Zhong Tinghe watched him hesitate to speak, and finally just knelt down tremblingly and bowed his head.

"Caomin, thank you, my lord, for your kindness."

Lin Jingyun lay on her stomach and said a few words to Wu Qier.

Now he is still very tired, he feels a little tired after a while, his eyelids can't stop the surging drowsiness, and he fell into such a deep sleep unconsciously.

He didn't know what he dreamed about, but he saw the corners of Lin Jingyun's lips curled up slightly, his brows gradually relaxed, and there was a trace of a good-looking smile on his face.

Wu Qi'er had never seen him in high spirits when he was a teenager.

But just looking at him like this, with just one glance, one can also imagine Lin Jingyun's stunning appearance when "except for the three feet of snow on your body, no one in the world deserves white clothes".

——It must be an extremely beautiful, extremely domineering and stunning beauty.

After Lin Jingyun fell asleep, Wu Qier nodded to Zhong Tinghe, and the two left the bedroom door one after the other.

Wu Qi'er carefully helped Lin Jingyun close the palace door. When she turned her head, the gentle smile on her face disappeared instantly. Did you add drugs to the medicine?"... In the middle of the night, I went to the study.

It was already midnight, and Shen Zhuo hadn't gone to bed yet.

In front of him, Xiao Yuan took off his mask and sat aside, the whole room was so quiet, only the candlestick on the table exploded from time to time.

Shen Zhuo flipped through the secret letters in his hand, at the beginning he patiently read a few pages sentence by sentence, but as he got to the end, his brows became more and more frowned, his whole body was ignited, and finally he smashed these letters on the ground .

Shen Zhuo sneered in the room: "Okay, okay. It's really the other way around."

As he spoke, he stood up abruptly, kicked the sandalwood table hard with his feet, and the scroll, pen and ink on the top fell to the ground in a mess, and rolled around several times.

His eyes were filled with blood, "When these people see that the regent is sick, do they think I'm gone?"

Xiao Yu'an got up from his seat with downcast eyes, and knelt down in front of Shen Zhuo.

In front of him were the secret letters that Shen Zhuo had read just now, hanging in black and white.

Xiao Yu'an took a quick glance at it, and saw that it was the correspondence between Chen Yusheng and the Prime Minister's mansion that day.

Every sentence on this top is inseparable from the great cause of the Eastern Qi Dynasty, and every word is inseparable from the emperor of the Eastern Qi Dynasty.

The two called each other verbally, and they talked about court matters, and even a few letters were from Chen Yusheng asking Lin Jingyun to take care of his wife and family.

No wonder Shen Zhuo was so angry.

He didn't make a sound, only heard Shen Zhuo supporting the table and saying quietly: "That day, Chen Yusheng was the one I pardoned. I picked him up from the execution ground and regarded him as a confidant. I discussed everything with him and comforted him. For his relatives, give him the title of a high-ranking Marquis."

The cold wind seeped in through the window sills, Xiao Yu'an heard him seem to laugh, as if he had fallen into a cramped and desolate deep ditch, he must have been ripped apart to be bloody and bloody, extremely frightening: "So that's how he repaid me."

"These people worked their lives for him, betrayed me for him, and even played with me in the applause—then, does this world belong to me or Lin Jingyun?!"

Why is it that he, an emperor who holds the imperial seal in his hand, is not as good as a man who has a reputation as a sycophant and is only a court official?

"...Your Majesty calm down."

Shen Zhuo closed his eyes and took a low breath.

He sat on the chair and spoke quietly, with an expression like a ghost just crawling out of the abyss, so calm that it sent chills down one's spine.

He said: "In the case of Xiao Yu, I will not kill him, but I will not let him go. I want him to watch his loved ones die one by one in front of his eyes, and I want him to experience the pain in the world that is worse than death." A hundred times the taste;"

Xiao Yu'an raised his eyes and just saw a glimmer of light in Shen Zhuo's eyes.

He heard him say, "I want you to taste what I was like back then, I want your life to be worse than death—"

Gudong Gudong two pots of wine fell down, Zhong Tinghe sat on the ground and sighed, a line of clear tears slipped down his cheeks.

In his whole life of practicing medicine, he has seen all kinds of sicknesses. In his whole life, when a person dies, he is just a corpse wrapped in a straw mat. The better ones are buried in gold and silver. No matter how he cries, he just takes the money. In handling affairs, try your best to do your best with all your medical skills. If you are cured, you will just pat your ass and leave.

But this time, he actually cried for a person who was not far from death.

Zhong Tinghe wailed loudly.

Wu Qi'er fell down beside him and cried too, her eyes were lost and she didn't have the energy to scold.

She said that the drug Yu Lin Jingyun was not a life-saving thing, but a poisoned wine that killed people's hearts.

She blinked, and after a month or two, she could no longer cry tears: "Do you know that if a person like him can only live in a dream, it would be more satisfying to kill him with a sword—— "

Do you think you are happy if you can get a little happiness in your dreams?I'm afraid that when he wakes up, he will be in more pain than he is now.

You...you don't know a single bit of his thoughts. ... The word love is as red as the top of a crane, as bright as cinnabar, as strong as poisonous wine.