Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Hastily ordering the people from the Ministry of Rites to take over the scene, Xie Zhuo took Xuan Yan back to Xiaoxiang Palace.

Xuanyan's lips were already extremely pale due to excessive blood loss, which made Xie Zhuo feel distressed and angry.

"Don't do this again in the future, you know?" He pinched his chin in warning, making sure that he would not do such a stupid thing again next time.

Xuan Yan lowered her long eyelashes and remained silent.

Xie Zhuo laughed angrily: "Are you resisting the decree?"

"If Your Majesty thinks that I resist the order, then kill me." At this moment, the usually gentle guy's voice was also full of anger.

He even looked straight at the emperor: "Why did Sun Huaizhong bring a dagger to the late emperor's spirit?"

After the turmoil, Xuan Yan's rationality also returned to the sea of ​​consciousness, and he immediately discovered that something was wrong.

What a meticulous person his majesty is, if he was not prepared at all, how could it be possible for Sun Huaizhong to bring a dagger to the late emperor's spirit?

Xie Zhuo's throat rolled slightly, looking at the blush on Xuanyan's chest, he was speechless.

What happened today was indeed his deliberate plan. Through this incident, he wanted to tear a hole in the huge and intricate network of palace people in the first emperor's palace.

An eunuch and the assassination of the emperor, how do you know that other palace people don't have this idea?

With just this excuse, he can release those palace people out of the palace, instead of trying to be nagged by the ministers.

Everything is the best strategy, but he forgot to inform Xuan Yan.

Looking at the wound in front of him, Xie Zhuo was filled with guilt.

Xuan Yan asked this question not because he was injured, but because His Majesty put himself in such a dangerous situation.

However, seeing His Majesty's guilty expression, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Your Majesty." He sighed, enduring the pain and holding him in his arms.

"Promise me, don't do these dangerous things again, okay?"

His voice was mellow, and he came with some helplessness: "What if Sun Huaizhong brought the ice blade that you didn't expect today and really hurt you?"

As long as he thought of the consequences, Xuan Yan couldn't bear the anger in his heart anymore.

Xie Zhuo wanted to say no, Sun Huaizhong would never hurt him.

But seeing the angry and helpless look on that person's face, he couldn't say anything.

His lips twitched, and he said after a long time: "All right."

For the sake of your injury, I don't care about you, the big deal is that I won't let you know next time I do this.

Xuan Yan knows Xie Zhuo well, he can find what he is thinking just by turning his eyes, he can't help but rubbed his brows and said: "You..."

"Forget it, I will stay with you every step of the way." After thinking for a while, he pinched the man's fingertips and said casually: "If there is any mistake, I will block the sword for you."

Anyway, he will not let His Majesty get hurt where he can see.

"You..." Xie Zhuo was a little annoyed by this smelly monk's focus again.

He is the king, what in this world can make him...

With a light kiss on the corner of his lips, Xuan Yan's voice was extremely helpless: "Your Majesty, don't let me worry about you?"

He asked someone to cover his wound: "I will not let you die before me."

Xie Zhuo: "..."

He touched the rough gauze with his fingertips, and finally stopped talking.

Due to the assassination incident, the funeral of the Supreme Emperor was a bit sloppy, but no one in the ruling and opposition parties dared to express any objection.

Just because the king was very irritable because of Xuan Yan's injury, even the officials were sent off several times.