Natural Fishing [Quick Transmigration]

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, all the courtiers around seemed to be shunned by Wen Tang. Without so many palace men, the Hall of Mental Cultivation seemed empty for a while, and only the slight sound of burning spices in the censer could be heard.

Yu Hua took a light breath, "It's been a long time since I heard Wen Qing's piano sound, and today I happen to be free, so Wen Qing can play a piece."

Wen Tang loosened his movements, and the hand that restrained Yu Hua's wrist was also loosened, but he just refused: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid I can't play the piano now."

Wen Tang said this presumptuously, and he was not worried that the little emperor would get angry with him.In fact, Wen Tang was able to speak to the little emperor so boldly because of the little emperor's love for him before, otherwise, who would dare to treat the king of a country like this.

There is actually a reason why Wen Tang rejected the little emperor. The little emperor's dick is still recurring in his body, and his blood is faintly surging. How can he play the elegant piano sound?

Yu Hua glanced at Wen Tang's body, seeing that his face was calm, but the reaction on that part of his body was not small.

Yu Hua gently pressed her slightly raised lips, a smile flashed across her cold eyes and said: "Playing the piano can calm the mind and calm the mind, which happens to be of great benefit to Wen Qing."

Wen Tang glanced at the little emperor's face, seeing this weak and pale face showing a slightly different demeanor from before, Wen Tang's eyes deepened.

With a slightly invisible arc on the corner of Wen Tang's lips, he said in a low voice, "It's a pity that Wen Tang's piano music can no longer keep His Majesty's heart."

Speaking of this, Wen Tang's long and dense eyelashes drooped slightly, he was naturally cold, and he didn't look feminine when he did this kind of action, it just made people feel distressed.

Wen Tang frowned slightly and said, "Your Majesty, if the regent knows that you are listening to the piano with Wen Tang again tonight, the regent may be angry again."

Wen Tang smeared the regent without a trace, and said to Yu Hua in a false and kind-hearted way: "But the regent is also for your majesty's benefit. Your majesty's body is weak, and he should go to sleep earlier."

Yu Hua didn't speak, just quietly listening to Wen Tang continue.

After all, Wen Tang is also the prince of a country, but when he speaks, he is thoughtful, with a light and tangy tea smell: "But I just want to make your majesty feel at ease. Restoration is also excellent.

From Chen's point of view, listening to the piano is not a hobby that can't be put on the stage.As long as His Majesty likes it, I won't feel tired even if I play the piano all night. "

Wen Tang's words were nothing more than two sentences. First, the regent had a lot of control over the little emperor, which was too strict; second, Wen Tang was sincere to the little emperor.

Yu Hua is not an idiot, so she could hear Wen Tang's words, but he didn't expect that Tu Shanye would have this kind of avatar, which was far from the Tu Shanye he knew.

Wen Tang's words were really tea-like. He was clearly a head taller than Yu Hua, but he still lowered his eyelashes, looking weak.

Yu Hua, who was really weak and sickly, saw through all this, but didn't reveal it.Just as he was about to speak, Wen Tang grabbed his wrist suddenly.

Yu Hua frowned slightly, but Wen Tang suddenly stretched out his finger and pressed his lips, signaling Yu Hua not to speak.

Wen Tang turned his face to the side, looking at the dark night outside the window of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the branches and leaves of the tall and lush trees were blowing slightly.

There are assassins.

In the next second, an assassin in black broke through the window, and the swords and swords were in chaos, and the sound of sharp swords piercing the air appeared in Yu Hua's ears.

Yu Hua took a step back, being protected by Wen Tang.

Yu Hua actually knew swordsmanship, but the little emperor couldn't. Yu Hua hesitated for a while but still didn't make a move.

"Come on!"

Yu Hua's voice raised slightly, in fact, before he called out, a group of Jinwu Guards rushed in.

The one who took the lead was a tall and handsome Jinwu Guard, who was taller than the other Jinwu Guards, and his movements were more agile. With a few random moves, he quickly broke through the piles of assassins and came to Yu Hua's side.

The Jinwu Guards are well-trained and highly skilled in martial arts, and the Regent has sent some additional manpower in the past few days, so they dealt with tonight's mediocre assassins almost instantly.

Of course, it was also thanks to Wen Tang, who pulled out the sword on the wall to fight the assassin before the Jinwu Guard entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

After all the assassins were subdued, Yu Hua didn't rush to ask the assassins, but looked at Wen Tang and asked, "Why didn't I know that Wen Qing could also use swordsmanship?"

Wen Tang's complexion remained unchanged, without any nervousness, and he replied calmly: "There are too many capable people around Your Majesty, it is normal not to know that Wen Tang knows swordsmanship."

With just one sentence, Wen Tang turned his concealment of martial arts into the fact that Yu Hua didn't understand him because he didn't care about him.

The Jinwu guards around Yu Hua all wore masks, and the black gold mask fit closely to their faces. The strongest Jinwu guard only showed a pair of handsome and bewitching eyes, "Your Majesty, my subordinates are too late to save you."

Yu Hua waved her hand, "It's okay. Take these assassins down first, and tell the regent what happened tonight, so that the regent can send someone to interrogate who is behind these assassins."

Yu Hua glanced at Wen Tang, and went to see Wen Tang frowning slightly, with one hand on her left arm.

Yu Hua asked in surprise, "Are you injured?"

It stands to reason that it is impossible for a little assassin of this level to hurt Wen Tang.

Wen Tang moved his palm slightly away from his left arm, exposing a deep bloody wound to the air, which seemed to be a serious injury.

Yu Hua frowned, and ordered the palace to say, "Send the imperial doctor."

The palace people went down quickly, but Wen Tang yelled: "Your Majesty, no, this is just a minor injury, there is no need to call a doctor."

Minor injury?The deeper the wound, the denser bones can be seen.

The little emperor's face turned cold, and he saw the scar on Wen Tang's palm again. The scab that had already scabbed opened for the second time tonight.

Yu Hua looked at the wound, and asked Wen Tang how it came about.

Wen Tang didn't speak, and Yu Hua also acquiesced that the wound on his palm was scratched just now to protect herself.

The imperial doctor hurried over with a medicine box on his back. The imperial doctor looked at Wen Tang's wound and said with a little shock: "Mr. Golden sore medicine will do."

The imperial doctor glanced at Wen Tang with admiration, but he didn't expect that Prince Wen looked weak, but he was actually quite able to bear the pain.If another person suffered such a serious injury, he would probably pass out from the pain.

Yu Hua waved her hand, "Use it."

"Treat the wound on his palm as well."

The imperial doctor opened the medicine box, and before he started to move, he heard Wen Tang in front of him take a breath.

But the imperial doctor didn't do anything...

Wen Tang, who didn't even blink his eyes just now, seemed to become sensitive in an instant. The imperial doctor was startled by his reaction before he touched his wound.

Wen Tang frowned and said nothing.

Yu Hua glanced at Wen Tang and asked, "What's wrong? Is the wound too painful?"

"Judge Zhang, take it easy."

In the middle of the night, Zhang Yuansan was hurriedly carried by the Jin Wuwei to the Hall of Mental Cultivation by the back of his neck, sweating on his back as soon as he sat down.With Wen Tang making a fuss at this moment, dense beads of sweat ooze from Zhang Yuanpan's forehead, and he is more careful in handling the wound.

As soon as Zhang Yuanpian cut Wen Tang's sleeve with scissors, he heard Wen Tang take another breath, as if he was also stabbed.

Zhang Yuanpan's back froze, he looked up at Wen Tang's expression, saw him frowning slightly, Zhang Yuanpan's heart arose.

The person he will be facing is the most popular person around His Majesty, and he is also the most beloved one.

In case he was in any pain, and Prince Wen said a few words casually, he would probably have to pack his bags from the Imperial Hospital and return home.

Zhang Yuanpan's movements froze, and he turned to look at Yu Hua's expression.

Yu Hua stared at Wen Tang's wound, "What's wrong? Is it still too painful?"

"...It hurts, it would be great if His Majesty could help me treat the wound."

Zhang Yuanpan was really stunned at this moment, and even the eunuch beside Yu Hua opened his mouth wide, saying in unison, "Ah? This... This... This is not proper."

"How can His Majesty treat wounds by himself?"

"..."

Amidst the chorus of palace people, Yu Hua sighed softly, "Bring it here."

Wen Tang lowered his eyes, looking at the little emperor sitting beside him.The little emperor's eyelashes drooped slightly, his lips were slightly pursed inadvertently, and his eyes were very focused on Wen Tang's wound.

Wen Tang felt that he was really weird tonight, no, it should be because he has been weird these days.

More than a month ago, Wen Tang still thought about leaving Da Chu and returning to Qi State as soon as possible, but at some point, his thoughts suddenly changed.

Tonight he knew that he had been hit by the little emperor, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he felt an indescribable and subtle joy.

He seemed to want to stay in Dachu a little bit.

For the little emperor in front of him.

How could the little emperor know how to deal with wounds? Although his movements had been deliberately gentle, they were still much inferior to the skilled Zhang Yuanping.

It's just that Wen Tang's heart seemed to be slightly scratched by the little emperor's eyelashes, as if a feather had passed over the tip of his heart, and his heart trembled slightly.

The little emperor was still treating his wound seriously, and his beautiful face was slightly raised because of his earnest expression, which made Wen Tang couldn't help but want to reach out and touch this face.

If the little emperor can get rid of those male favorites for him, he can try to stay in Da Chu.

He can even voluntarily give up the easily accessible Qi State.

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