I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Huai didn't directly expose the fact that he was poisoned, the system was very puzzled: "Master, why do you say that you are sick, you are obviously poisoned?"

"Should I say it bluntly, or wait for him to find out, and it will have a greater impact on him?" Rong Huai gasped in his mind and said, "When he digs out the truth of the matter, there will be With a sense of participation, the sympathy for me will also increase."

The system was dumbfounded, the host could still maintain rational thinking in this situation: "...I am really convinced."

The conversation in their minds was only for a moment, and Yan Zhuo calmed down and said: "I'm going to ask the imperial doctor."

"No... cough, I can't... go," Rong Huai held onto his sleeve, obviously with an extremely light force, but Yan Zhuo felt that his footsteps seemed to be stuck, he lowered his head and asked Rong Huai: "Why not?"

Because it is unknown how many people in Tai Hospital were bribed by Qin Liangqi.

If it happened to be a bribed imperial doctor, Qin Liangqi would know that he was recovering from addiction that night. Now is not the best time to reveal it thoroughly. Burning wasn't quite on his side just yet.

Rong Huai was speechless at this moment.

He felt the cold sweat pouring out of his back one after another, intense longing and torture rolled in his mind, his slender fingers tightly grasped the skirt of Yan Zhuo's clothes, and his whole body was buried in the other's strong chest muscles to absorb every bit of moisture. warmth.

"Your Majesty..." Rong Huai lay in his arms without moving for a long time. Yan Zhuo thought he had passed out, and looked down. The bright yellow delicate obscene clothes on Rong Huai's body were already wet with sweat, and he could vaguely see the soft waistline, eyes Slightly closed, the burning color inside made the face paler.

Yan Zhuo frowned, Rong Huai grabbed his arm so tightly that he couldn't break free.

The man in his arms frowned lightly, lying in his arms, dripping cold sweat all the time, his palms tightly grasping his arms, and with some unintentional effort, his fingertips almost pierced into the firm flesh.

Yan Zhuo didn't take the pain seriously, but he also planned to forcefully tear Rong Huai apart.

But when he noticed that the body in his arms was trembling undetectably, he suddenly stopped his movements for some reason.

He stared closely at the face in his arms, and looked at Rong Huai's soft face, frown, and thin and flexible body one by one.

Throughout the whole night, Rong Huai didn't utter a single whimper, let alone shed a single tear in Yan Zhuo's arms. It wasn't until a ray of sunlight rose from the horizon that the torture gradually subsided, and finally closed his eyes, and fell into a temporary sleep from exhaustion.

Yan Zhuo just sat there all night, and when he came back to his senses, he couldn't believe it.

It was so hard to stay until Rong Huai was lying in his arms, and he wanted to get up and leave, but for some reason, he picked him up, put him in the quilt, and buttoned Rong Huai's obscene clothes, and tucked him in Quilt corner.

The eyelashes of the people in the bed trembled slightly, and Yan Zhuo's heart also trembled immediately.

When he walked out of the inner palace, he hadn't recovered yet, and he still felt extremely absurd in his heart. He actually hugged that faint king in Weiyang Palace all night!

Seeing that Yan Zhuo's face was covered with a layer of frost, and he strode out like the wind, the servants who had been guarding outside the hall for the night all gave a "thump" in their hearts.

The inner eunuch confronted him bravely and asked, "General Yan, how is Your Majesty..."

The two spent the night inside, they didn't know exactly what happened, and they didn't dare to break into the inner hall to see, so they could only ask Yan Zhuo.

Yan Zhuo hurriedly stopped, and looked down at him condescendingly, until he watched the inner prisoner's two wars, and finally squeezed out one: "En."

The internal supervisor didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Yan Zhuo walked away.

If nothing unexpected, the faint king probably won't be able to catch up with the morning court this day. Even though he knew this, he went back to the mansion, changed into clean clothes, and went to the court hall on time.

The courtiers beside him were discussing what to play for a while, Yan Zhuo had nothing to do, he was sure that Rong Huai was still sleeping on the dragon bed at this time.

However, when the bell rang on time, Rong Huai actually appeared, and was supported by the maid to sit on the dragon chair.

The people below chanted Long live and prostrated themselves on the ground, Yan Zhuo raised his head silently, and saw that Rong Huai's footsteps were weak, and he almost came down when he was going up the steps, but fortunately, a maid at the side helped him in time.

Yan Zhuo's big palm hanging by his side suddenly tightened.

Rong Huai let out a cry, and glanced at the faces of the courtiers below, and did not pause any longer when he saw Yan Zhuo, but Yan Zhuo couldn't help but look at Rong Huai's cheeks, perhaps because he had been tortured all night, there was no trace of blood on his cheeks However, the lips were stained with a thin layer of red, which was particularly eye-catching.

It can be seen that the night yesterday was not his dream. This stupid king was indeed ill. He especially remembered that in the morning, he was so weak that he seemed to be drifting away with the wind. Since he was already so weak, why did he have to be on time again? Go to court?

Yan Zhuo was distracted throughout the court meeting, he thought a lot, but seemed to think nothing, until Rong Huai lazily propped his chin: "Let's retreat."

The sound seemed to be a signal, and he came back to his senses.

While watching the TV series in the background, the system said, "I gave the host 59 points for the feint just now, and I'm afraid you'll be proud if you get any more." Bar.

Rong Huai didn't even bother to teach this more presumptuous thing a lesson, he was exhausted, he went back to Weiyang Palace and went to bed and fell asleep.

Yan Zhuo watched the bright yellow back go further and further away, and disappeared at the end of the corridor. He stood there without moving, and his colleague next to him patted him on the shoulder: "What is General Yan thinking about so preoccupied? Let's go to get drunk after court." Let’s go shopping in the west building, I heard that a group of fresh women have come in exile from the barbarians.”

"Not interested." Yan Zhuo was absent-minded.

When he was walking out with his colleagues, several civil servants from the next door gathered together to whisper, and when he heard Rong Huai's name from their mouths, he subconsciously paused.

"A tyrant is a tyrant. Just now I heard that the tyrant killed five more court ladies last night on a whim."

"Foolish and senseless..."

"This is nothing new. Who in this palace doesn't live in fear every day? I really want to resign and go back to hiding."

"I don't know when the tyrant will chop off our heads on a whim."

Yan Zhuo frowned gradually when he heard this, if he had heard similar rumors in the past, he would have believed it, but last night he and Rong Huai stayed together, there was no such thing as killing five court ladies on a whim for fun.

He stopped, and other colleagues also stopped: "General Yan?"

Yan Zhuo tugged at the collar of the thin-faced civil servant who was the first to tell the rumor about killing the court lady. The face-lifted civil servant's face, which was originally beaming, turned pale when he saw him: "...Yan, General Yan? What can you tell me?"

"Who did you hear that His Majesty killed five court ladies last night?" Yan Zhuo asked.

"I'll listen, listen..." The thin-faced civil servant opened his mouth, unable to hold back his words for a long time. He was just talking nonsense, and casually picked up a topic to attract people around him to chat with him. How can the piles be broken one by one clearly?Unexpectedly, Yan Zhuo asked the bottom line, he was dumbfounded at that time, he stuttered for a long time and didn't say a word.

Who in the imperial court is not a human being?

The others also understood when they saw his flushed and embarrassed face.

As soon as Yan Zhuo got used to the force, the thin-faced civil servant fell on his back on the ground. Yan Zhuo looked down at him from above, and said in a deep voice, "I will truthfully report to Your Majesty what happened today."

The thin-faced civil servant is like a concubine, he knows that he must be in danger, and he has lost such a big face in the public, he gets angry for a moment, pointing at Yan Zhuo and saying: "What are you proud of? You have great achievements, His Majesty has long regarded you For the confidant's trouble, get rid of it quickly!"

"Hmph," Yan Zhuo pulled his lips into a smile, "I won't bother you about my affairs."

After finishing speaking, he stepped on the thin-faced civil servant's chest and swung away. This kick knocked him unconscious on the spot.

This matter soon reached Rong Huai's ears, and the system was extremely emotional: "Host, it seems that Yan Zhuo will protect you no matter what time it is!"

Rong Huai is also very happy.

When he went to court the next day, Rong Huai's spirits improved a lot, and he asked the guards to escort the thin-faced civil servant to the court. He rested his cheeks and looked at the palace casually.

"According to my Da Yue's law, what kind of punishment should be given for gossiping and spreading rumors?" Rong Huai said lazily.

Xing Jie Shangshu knelt out in cold sweat: "Return to Your Majesty, I shall be hanged."

"Is hanging too cruel?" Rong Huai rested his chin and asked the silent officials below, "Just because he said a word or two, are you going to deprive him of his life? Isn't it too cruel?"

The thin-faced civil servant thought that His Majesty was showing kindness, and his eyes lit up, as if he had caught a life-saving straw, he kept kowtowing all over his body: "Your Majesty is merciful! Your Majesty is merciful!"

"I'm just confused for a while! I'm talking nonsense, and I have absolutely no disobedience!"

After all, working together in the same dynasty, apart from Yan Zhuo, the civil and military officials of the whole dynasty felt quite unbearable, and three or four people also echoed and begged for mercy.

Rong Huai smiled softly: "Why don't you just tattoo your characters as a slave and exile to the frontier, so you can survive at least?"

The thin-faced civil servant was stunned, a chill shot up from the soles of his feet, and his whole body felt cold.

The entire court was silent for a while.

Hanging is just a momentary thing, but tattooing on the face can be said to be a huge humiliation for civil servants with a face that exceeds the sky, and being sent to the middle of the frontier is a long period of torture, and life is worse than death.

The thin-faced civil servant looked like a live fish on a chopping board, suddenly bounced up and slammed into the golden pillar of the hall, and was quickly stopped by the guards.

Rong Huai leaned back and smiled stretchedly. There was no trace of malice in the smile, and it even made people feel like a spring breeze, but the words he spit out made people shudder: "Drag on! Don't let him die so easily, let him live, at least live to the frontier."

The guard agreed, gagged the man and dragged him down.

The entire hall was as quiet as a chicken, no one dared to speak, and the person who begged before also knelt down sweating, pretending there was no such thing.

The system is very calm, it is already used to it, for the host, death is more like a gift, and his torture method has always been that life is worse than death.

Yan Zhuo stared straight at the person on the dragon chair with dark eyes.

Rong Huai's eyes also fell on him, and he curled up his lips and said: "Oh, there is also General Yan who deserves a reward—"

This morning, the entire court was silent from the beginning to the end, everyone was silent, and after they came out, a layer of cold sweat broke down their backs.Yan Zhuo was very calm. Seeing the tyrant yelling for beating and killing, he couldn't see the weak and half-dead look of Lord Yehun crouching in his arms for a long time. Now that his spirit has been adjusted, he has nothing to worry about.

As soon as he returned to the mansion, Rong Huai's reward entered the mansion gate.

He thought he didn't mean to help the tyrant, and he didn't care how valuable the reward he could get, but it was Rong Huai's gift after all...

The steward asked cautiously: "General, can this box be put in the warehouse for good care?"

Yan Zhuo's eyes fell on the box, hesitating for a moment: "Send it to my room first."

The butler was surprised and didn't say much.

After a busy day, Yan Zhuo returned to the mansion, took a quick shower, stepped into the wing room, and the first thing Yan Zhuo saw was the exquisite and luxurious large box on the ground. , The extravagant tyrant is very consistent.

He wanted to step over directly, but when he got to the box, he stopped and opened the box.

Yan Zhuo originally thought that it must be filled with jade calendula, but he didn't expect it to be a jade scroll with a slender and delicate tassel hanging down.

The jade is Hetian Nuanyu, which is worth thousands of gold. When it is opened, there is a picture scroll inside, which is exactly the scene of Rong Huai crouching in his arms in the middle of the night.

Yan Zhuo: "..."

The picture scroll is made of gorgeous silk, and the portraits float on it vividly. When the light shines in from the room, you can also see the faint changes of the silk thread, as if the people inside come alive.

Not to mention, this Hunjun's painting skills are absolutely top-notch.

This reminded him of the day when Rong Huai was curled up in his arms, the thin and clear clothes couldn't hide the graceful body at all, all of them were vividly painted on the scroll.

That night, Yan Zhuo tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. ,.