I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

This is not the first time that Rong Huai has fallen in front of him.

Before Rong Huai told him that he was ill, Yan Zhuo believed it, but now he had to start to doubt again, the body leaning on his chest trembled slightly, not as if he was seriously ill, but as if he was trying his best to suppress some kind of pain eager.

During the period of withdrawal from the drug, Rong Huai endured at least a dozen episodes of drug addiction intermittently. Not only was his whole body limp and weak, his mind felt like a needle was being pricked, but also a chill came from his bones that made his teeth tremble. Opening his eyes, he saw Yan Zhuo's fuzzy and swaying expression, his fingers clenched Yan Zhuo's cuff tightly and said, "Take me to the bath."

Yan Zhuo looked down at him, thinking that if this Hunjun died of pain here, Hunjun would never have the chance to kill him again.

Maybe all his troubles will disappear completely.

The rationality in his mind told him that Yan Zhuo stood there without moving, until he felt the breathing of the person in his arms gradually weakened, he still softened his heart, hugged Rong Huai to the bed, turned and left: "I'll go get the imperial doctor."

"Don't go," Rong Huai's clear thinking was shattered by the great pain, he heard Yan Zhuo's words in his vague consciousness, and stretched out his hand to grab Yan Zhuo's clothes.

Yan Zhuo paused: "Why?"

This is not the first time that Rong Huai stopped him from asking for an imperial doctor.If it's just a simple illness, why can't you ask the imperial doctor?

Doubts abound in Yan Zhuo's heart.

Rong Huai fell on the soft mattress, his eyelids were weakly half-closed, his hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his cheeks, and he felt pain after waves, like a drilling machine drilling deep into his mind, being sucked into the vortex of pain, He grabbed Yan Zhuo's hand and slipped down involuntarily.

"Your Majesty?" Yan Zhuo called out twice.

Without getting any response, Yan Zhuo hesitated for a moment, leaned over to pick up the person, walked to the back bath, was about to put the person in, Rong Huai's eyelids trembled slightly, and opened his eyes: "Help me take off my clothes."

Yan Zhuo froze: "Your Majesty's clothes have already been taken off."

Rong Huai emphasized: "The obscene clothes."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes again, and Yan Zhuo froze there for a long time before reaching out to unbutton Ronghuai's clothes, and as the thin obscene clothes were stripped off, the jade white and smooth skin inside was revealed inch by inch, A soft halo shrouded his chest under the candlelight.

Yan Zhuo clearly found that his breathing began to become violent, until the obscene clothes were completely peeled off, when his eyes fell on Rong Huai's arm, a look of shock and tyranny flashed across his eyes.

There were more than one wound on Rong Huaiyu's slender arm, and some old wounds had a new cut, which was shocking.

"Who did this?" Yan Zhuo firmly grasped his wrist in his palm, the tyranny in his eyes could no longer be concealed, and countless bloody and crazy thoughts were churning in his mind.

"Myself," Rong Huai opened his eyes in a daze, and said softly, "In order to stay awake."

Once drug addiction occurs, it uses pain to stimulate people's nerves, and then when the human body is tortured to the point of fragility, it will generate a deep desire for drugs. Unable to resist the temptation, he would vaguely start taking medicine again.

So whenever the consciousness is muddled, Rong Huai will use this method to keep awake.

"This is the most effective method without relying on the help of others," Rong Huai said.

Yan Zhuo didn't know what happened at all, so he couldn't understand it. He thought that Rong Huai was taking pleasure in self-mutilation, as if there was anger rising in his chest, he grabbed Rong Huai and threw him into the bath.

Since Rong Huai himself doesn't care about himself, why should he worry about it?

Yan Zhuo wanted to turn his head and leave, but just after taking two steps, when he heard there was no movement, he turned his head and saw that the calm water surface was calm, and Rong Huai actually sank from the bath.

Yan Zhuo's palms hanging on both sides of his body trembled slightly, he strode back without even taking off his outer shirt, and threw himself directly into the water, hugging Rong.

"Ahem..." Rong Huai's eyes were moist, and she raised her face in his arms: "I thought I was going to drown."

Yan Zhuo's body was covered with water, water dripped from his hair to his face and slipped into his clothes, his whole body was in a mess, he glanced fiercely at Rong Huai's arm: "If your majesty wants to die one day, I am willing to do it for you .”

Hearing the insincere in his words, Rong Huai smiled: "General Yan, can you help me get the dagger on the table?"

Yan Zhuo's expression changed: "What is Your Majesty going to do again?"

Rong Huai didn't speak, just looked at him, the meaning in his eyes was very obvious.The anger surging in Yan Zhuo's chest was almost uncontrollable, he suddenly pushed Rong Huai against the wall of the bathtub, and said fiercely: "You still want to hurt yourself like this...you are dreaming!"

"Since the general doesn't cooperate," Rong Huai brushed his soft lips with the tip of his tongue, and looked at him with a smile on his face: "then I have to trouble the general to use other methods...to divert Gu's attention."

Yan Zhuo didn't know why at first, but he knew that the warm touch was on his lips, and his naked body leaned against him tightly through his clothes. He suddenly opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth to speak but was blocked.

"I'm sorry to trouble General Yan, use your body as a knife," Rong Huai whispered in his ear, because the voice was too soft, so it was a bit indistinct.

When Rong Huai raised his head, Yan Zhuo subconsciously wanted to chase his lips, but quickly reacted and then stopped. When he was shocked, Rong Huai had already pulled off the belt around his waist.

After doing this action, Rong Huai actually didn't have any extra strength.

The once fantasized scene appeared so real in front of him, the rationality that Yan Zhuo had forged was so fragile that it would be shattered at the touch of a push, and those crazy and hot ambitions that were over-repressed broke through the shackles and poured out.

He stared fieryly at the body that was close at hand, worshiped the perfect jade white neckline with his lips and tongue, Rong Huai lost all his strength, and fell down from him, his palms pinched Rong Huai's waist, supporting him his body.

The palm is wide and strong, and the temperature in the palm is as hot as a brand mark, which can almost burn people, directly burning through the skin to Rong Huai's heart.

Rong Huai's body is white and flexible, like a puddle of water in a bath, which brings him an unprecedented sense of satiety, which is a feeling he has never experienced before. It is different from releasing the desire to conquer on the battlefield. Satisfied enough that even the soul would tremble.

Yan Zhuo stepped into the new world like half a foot, unlocking various ways full of desire to explore.

Rong Huai's drug addiction has long since passed, and seeing that Yan Zhuo is still not satisfied, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and he said vaguely: "It's ok..."

There was thunder in Yan Zhuo's ears, like waking up from a dream, and he didn't realize what he had done until his reason returned.Rong Huai leaned softly on his chest, heard the throbbing heart in his chest, and said softly: "Your heart beats so fast, just like a small animal."

Yan Zhuo was a little dissatisfied with this metaphor, but he didn't say anything.

He never thought that he would actually have a relationship with Rong Huai on the spur of the moment, but since it happened, he was also used to facing it head-on, instead of running away, he stretched out his palm and raised Rong Huai's flushed cheek and asked : "What happened to His Majesty's body?"

"The medicine is poisonous and easy to become addicted," Rong Huai leaned on his chest and said, "Gu is in the process of withdrawal."

Yan Zhuo was furious: "Who did it!?"

Rong Huai shook his head lightly, Yan Zhuo didn't speak any more, just hugged the person in his arms tightly, Rong Huai's pale and painful expression flashed in his mind, along with the scars on his arms, the swelling in his chest Anger was rolling in his chest, and he was determined to find this person, let him suffer the most unbearable pain in the world, and then smash his body to pieces.

No, this doesn't understand the hatred in his heart.

Countless cruel thoughts flashed through Yan Zhuo's mind, he pressed the back of Rong Huai's head and pinned him to his chest.

This raging rage almost burned his entire sanity, and he didn't even have time to think about why he hated and was so angry.

There is an active spring at the bottom of the bath. Hot water pours in continuously, maintaining the temperature of the bath continuously. Rong Huai quietly soaks in the warm water. He surrounds Yan Zhuo's body and gently soothes Yan Zhuo's emotions. , and took the initiative to speak: "I have one more thing to tell you."

"What?" Yan Zhuo asked.

"Yan Zhuo, I never thought of killing you." Rong Huai said.

Yan Zhuo didn't expect that what he said was actually these words. Regarding Rong Huai's words, Yan Zhuo was dubious. With the lessons learned from King Ru, Rong Huai, who was also the guest of the emperor, could also get rid of Rong Huai without hesitation. Hurry up, not to mention that Yan Jiuli injured his legs because he fell off the horse. This is all solid evidence, and it really can't be changed with a few words.

Yan Zhuo didn't express these thoughts clearly, he just raised his lips and smiled indifferently, and said in a low tone: "I know." He didn't say whether he believed it or not.

Knowing that he didn't believe it, Rong Huai leaned his head lightly on his shoulder and said, "You will believe me..."

Yan Zhuo raised his lips and did not speak again.

After coming out of the bath and returning to the inner hall, Rong Huai put on his underwear, dried his hair and asked the maid to bring the Western Region wine to Yan Zhuo, Yan Zhuo took the wine and sniffed it from the bottle, it was indeed good Wine, ready to leave.

At this moment, the inner supervisor outside preached: "Your Majesty, Mr. Zhang is asking to see His Majesty."

Mr. Zhang is Taicheng, Rong Fu's pro-grandfather. After the show was over, Mr. Zhang wanted to talk to Rong Fu for a few words, but when he learned the bad news that Rong Fu was thrown into the imperial arena, he worked hard at the imperial physician to treat him. Although Rong Fu regained his life, he has already been disabled for life, and more than [-]% of his skin is completely unrecognizable. Even if he is alive, it is already useless.

Rong Fu's mother and concubine heard the bad news in the palace, and immediately passed out from crying. Mrs. Zhang was also furious, and he, who was always cautious, couldn't help questioning Rong Huai.

Rong Huai frowned: "Let him in."

"What do you see?" Yan Zhuo stared at his tired and pale face, except for a pair of damaged lips that were redder than usual, so gorgeous that they were about to drip. It's time to rest."

The eunuch carefully glanced at Rong Huai's expression.

Rong Huai smiled helplessly: "It's up to you."