In front of the messy couch, Zhu Jing was raising his hand to tie the collar button of his imperial uniform.

Wen Yin leaned on the bedpost and looked at him. At night, he indulged his absurd desires on her body, and when she went out fully dressed, she became the cold and majestic emperor again. It was like two extremes.

Zhu Jing paused and turned his eyes slightly to the side. Wen Yin did not dodge and met his eyes.

"Aren't you tired of it, Your Majesty?" she suddenly asked.

His expression suddenly brightened, but she spoke without pause: "If Your Majesty wants to relieve your hatred by humiliating me and make my life worse than death, then your goal has been achieved. There is no need to keep me as an eyesore, and there is no need to wait a few days.

Come here and favor me, a sinner. Isn’t it because the Holy One is not tired of the fact that you haven’t yet ordered an end to me?”

Facing his heavy gaze, she did not dodge.

She wanted an ending, any ending, instead of just wasting her life here.

She was tired and exhausted, and just wanted to have a good time.

At this moment, Zhu Jing seemed to have suddenly been peeked into a hidden corner of his heart. The feeling of being probed made him habitually put up his defenses and narrowed his eyes towards her with a cold light.

"You keep saying that you are a sinner, but do you really think that you are guilty?"

She was leaning lazily on the bedpost, with some pink skin still remaining on her skin, and a bit of lust at the end of her eyes. She was originally a lazy and glamorous scene, but her expression was bored, and her watery eyes were dull. But

However, you can see a bit of tearing meaning in it.

Thinking of how crazy she looked last night, his heart sank a little. He couldn't help but look at her thinner appearance and the slight blush hidden in her eyes. Maybe she was about to be driven crazy by him, and he was about to.

Forced to death.

Is this the ending he wants? He once asked himself silently late at night, and now this question flashed through his mind again.

After driving her crazy and to death, can he possibly relieve his hatred?

Is it possible? He thought about that ending, but subconsciously tensed his back.

Wen Yin's heart felt like it was burning with hellfire. She wanted to burn herself from the inside out and not leave even a trace of ashes in this dirty and evil world. She also wanted to tear open her chest and let the fireworks pour out crazily.

Burn everything here to the ground.

Is she guilty? What is her crime?

Is she going to be a chess piece on his chessboard? Or is she going to be the canary in this cage?

Why should he insult her? It was obviously him who snatched her into the palace, who caused her to betray her relatives, ruin her reputation, ruin her reputation, stifle her freedom, and then distort her nature.

He, and his imperial power, destroyed her from the inside out, so why did he say she was guilty in the end?

She was obviously the one whose life was ruined, and she was the one whose marriage was obviously ruined.

When she thought of marriage, she could not help but think of the person outside the palace who had been beaten with a stick, and an unspeakable negative emotion brewed in her chest.

Being beaten up by her, maybe he was complaining about her at the moment?

She couldn't help but think in a twisted way, maybe she was the only one who had endured the pain and endured it all these years, and he might have looked away long ago and settled down to be his eunuch in charge of rituals.

.

If he hadn't been implicated in her affairs, he might still be in the spotlight at this moment. The imperial minister Bingbi was not a small official. Not to mention the people in the palace, even the civil and military ministers of the previous dynasty had to praise him to some extent.

Depending on his mentality, he might one day be able to defeat Feng Bao and replace him. By then, as the Chief Supervisor of the Palm Print and the number one person in the imperial court, he would have great glory.

Two waves of surging emotions began to tear apart in the depths of her soul. On the one hand, she hated and rejected such twisted thoughts, but on the other hand, she could never forget his indifferent and indifferent back.

Confronted by intense emotions, she suddenly felt her vision go dark.

"Someone, call the doctor!"

The last thing she saw before she fell down was him walking over quickly with a changed expression.

The brocade curtain was drooped, and the imperial doctor sat upright in front of the tent, with three fingers on the thin and thin breast exposed outside the curtain, and he concentrated on taking the pulse. This pulse taking took a long time, and he could not come to a conclusion for up to a quarter of an hour.

Shou's eyebrows froze from time to time, which made the person sitting on the edge of the couch next to him feel agitated.

Zhu Jing couldn't help but lift a corner of the curtain with his fingers and looked toward the couch to see the unconscious person.

She lay there unconsciously, her bloodless and cold white face made him couldn't help but lean down, and stretched out his hand to gently cover her face. The icy cold touch was transmitted to his palm, and his heart sank slightly.

The palms of her hands tightened, trying to cover up the cold feeling.

His slender and powerful palms covered that small face. At this moment, he was suddenly shocked that she had lost so much weight. He stretched out the palms of his palms for comparison, and suddenly realized that the cold face had become so thin.

Far less than the size of his hand.

He reached into the bed again and stroked her body up and down and felt it carefully. She indeed looked even thinner than before.

Although the old doctor was concentrating on feeling the pulse, he could still catch a few glimpses with his peripheral vision, and his eyelids twitched. He wanted to remind the Holy One not to move erratically to avoid affecting the pulse, but he looked somewhat unkind and did not dare to speak.

So I could only close my eyelids and sigh secretly before cutting again.

After waiting for another two quarters of an hour, the old doctor took back his hand.

"How?" Zhu Jing looked at him and asked.

The old doctor got up and muttered that it was hard to say, but he wanted another doctor to come over and take the pulse, and then make a conclusion after the test was completed.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, Zhu Jing was slightly pleased when he got such a result. However, he did not have an attack, so he followed the old doctor's instructions and called another doctor over to continue taking his pulse.

Time passed bit by bit, and Zhu Jing watched the imperial doctor sit there for several quarters of an hour. He couldn't help but feel that the silence here was unbearable. So he got up and walked around the hall, glancing in the direction of the couch from time to time.

Suppress worries.

After another half-quarter of an hour, the imperial doctor finally got up after taking the pulse. He did not make a direct judgment, but first discussed the pulse condition with the old imperial doctor in whispers.

Zhu Jing did not rush him, and stood straight in front of the table by the window, looking out at the night outside through the carved hollows. He waited until the two imperial doctors came over after discussing it, and then he turned his face.

"There's no need to sugarcoat it, I want you to be frank and honest, what exactly is her disease?"

He pressed his finger bones hard against the table, and his heart felt like there was something heavy blocked.

She... was probably not well. He couldn't help but look at the silent couch.

If she just died like this, would he be relieved of his hatred and happy? No, not relieved of his hatred and unhappy. A voice came into his head, this was not the ending he wanted.

Just when he was sulking his eyes and making plans to recruit famous doctors from all over the world to the palace, he heard the old doctor's deep voice: "Your Majesty's pulse is like a running ball, and I think it's slippery. But it's probably just a slippery pulse."

The month is still shallow and not very obvious, so the pulse is not that clear. We have to wait for a while to know for sure."

The room suddenly became quiet.

The old doctor didn't wait for the Holy Lord to respond, so he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He glanced at him, only to find that the other party was staring at him with an indifferent expression.

The old doctor felt a chill go down his back. Just as he was reflecting on where he had gone wrong, he heard the other party ask in a deep voice: "Are you just trying to make a fool of me?"

The two imperial doctors were so shocked that they knelt down and said they didn't dare.

"Holy Majesty, your Majesty's pulse is really weak, so you must be cautious when it comes to the emperor's heir..."

"Okay, get up."

After hearing this, the two imperial doctors knew that the Holy Emperor did not mean to blame him, so they stood up with a sigh of relief.

As soon as I got up, I heard the other person ask again: "How accurate can you be about her pulse?"

The old doctor muttered and conservatively said: "Five points."

Zhu Jing shouted: "Tell the truth."

"Eight points, at most eight points." The old doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, "If after a few days, the letter from the Queen has not arrived, it will be ten points."

After saying this, he found that the Holy One was staring straight at him, motionless.

After a moment, the Holy Father suddenly laughed, and the old doctor also relaxed his stiff legs a little.

"You all should go down first."

The two imperial doctors hurriedly left, but before leaving, they left some words such as, 'Your Majesty is in poor health and you should take good care of yourself', 'Don't be too moody' and... 'It's not suitable for sexual intercourse'.

Zhu Jing paused slightly, asked them to prescribe some health-enhancing decoction, and then continued to walk towards the couch with the curtains.

When the sky was slightly brighter outside, Feng Bao shouted outside according to the rules.

Not long after, a response was heard from inside, and Feng Baosui came in with toiletries. But as soon as he came in, he saw the Holy One sitting in front of the couch, fully clothed. Looking at that appearance, it seemed that since the imperial doctor left in the middle of the night, the Holy One had

He sat like this for half the night before even getting into the bed.

Zhu Jing took the handkerchief and wiped his face, then threw the handkerchief on the tray.

After washing up, he waved his hand and said in a low voice: "Get off."

"Then breakfast..."

"No need for now."

Feng Bao hesitated: "Your Majesty, there is a court meeting this morning."

After half a breath, a low voice came: "Notify me, we will stop going to court today."

Feng Bao took the order and retreated, walked out of the back of the palace, and looked up at the sky.

At this time, all the courtiers may have gathered at Daliang Gate. I wonder how much speculation this order will cause after it is passed.

However, this was probably the first time that he saw the Holy One abolishing public affairs for personal reasons.

Zhu Jing's eyes kept falling on her peacefully sleeping face, thinking that she probably hadn't slept so peacefully for a long time. Thinking like this, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and caressed her cheek.
To be continued...