Chapter 537 His skin is really suitable to bring disaster to the country and the people
"Mr. Tang, the miracle doctor, come quickly, Mr. Tang, the master is awake!"
My father-in-law and I brought water into the tent and shouted out the door.
After a while, an old man who was as skinny as a monkey came in with a pipe in his mouth.
He came closer to the tent, looked at the people inside, and muttered: "Did you wake up and faint again?"
It was like this before. I woke up for only a moment, but it was almost as if I hadn't woken up. I was confused and fell asleep again after a while.
It's like being trapped in a nightmare.
Old Man Tang got into the tent, looked down, and met a pair of cold and gloomy eyes.
He looked at the person on the bed and raised his eyebrows: "Oh! I'm really awake!"
It's rare, this kid seems to be quite sane.
Lao He on the side took a spoon and fed water little by little into the thin lips of the person on the bed.
His eyes were red and he was almost in tears: "Little master, you finally woke up, just wake up, just wake up!"
The previous doctor Zheng of the imperial hospital and the miraculous doctor Tang Lao had both said so.
Although the master's injuries were serious, it was more like he was in a nightmare and it was difficult to wake up.
Although he fell asleep when he was first injured, the blood Gu can repair his heart, but if he goes too far, he will never go too far. If he continues to sleep like this, something will happen.
"How...how long have I slept?" the person on the bed asked in a hoarse voice.
The constant fever made his throat dry.
Old Man Tang stuffed a pill into his mouth and gave it to him: "It's been more than two months, and you're feeling groggy."
"Two months..." He closed his eyes, his pale face showing a tired look.
It has been so long, he always felt like he was dreaming.
Recurring nightmares, the abyss of hell opens its mouth and spits out countless corpses and evil spirits in a bloody river.
He has been wandering around the world and hell with a long sword in his hand.
He saw many people and ghosts, holding a knife and constantly struggling between killing and being killed, and often dreamed back to the dream of his youth in the palace.
The strange things made him extremely tired.
He looked at the bloody river leading to hell at his feet, and thought countless times that maybe it wouldn't matter if he was swallowed.
Until he unexpectedly walked to a palace and met the eldest sister Xiao...
She was still wearing a plain white dress, sitting by the window. When she heard him come in, she turned around and said calmly——
Little Aqiao, you shouldn't be here. You've stayed long enough. It's time to go back. Ruoruo is waiting for you.
He trembled slightly and wanted to ask his eldest sister something, but suddenly he felt heartache unbearable and like a burning fire.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already...two months later?
"What about her..."
He spoke hoarsely again, reaching out and gently covering his chest.
He didn't know why, but he felt a little uncomfortable and a little flustered.
Old Man Tang raised his hand rudely and slapped him on the forehead, causing his brain to break——
"Are you talking about that little girl? She saw you dead and was taken back to someone else to be a mother-in-law, oh, no, a princess!"
The person on the bed instantly frowned and looked at him coldly: "You... lied!"
Old Man Tang asked people to come in and prepare to change the dressing, while he laughed evilly——
"Don't you know yet? The news in the palace is that King Xiao Jingnan kidnapped Concubine Ming and took her back to become Princess Jingnan. Shangguan Hongye was so angry that he wanted to kill someone!"
In other words, he was almost so angry that he ordered troops to go into battle!
After all, even though she was not a royal concubine, but she was still an equal wife, she ran away and "eloped" with someone.
How can Shangguan Hongye not be angry with such a big "cuckold"?
"But that boy Shangguan Hongye suppressed the news desperately. It's too unpleasant to hear that the emperor was cuckolded, isn't it?" Tang Lao's magic doctor clicked his tongue.
He looked at the person on the bed staring at him coldly, and the other person's originally pale face turned green.
"Hey, who asked you to torture yourself to such a state of death? The girl you finally got ran away and the child called someone else's father. You will be happy!"
Old Man Tang was gloating about his misfortune while quickly peeling off his clothes.
Seeing this, Lao He could only persuade with a wry smile: "Mr. Tang, the young master has just woken up. He can't stand such stimulation!"
Old Man Tang took the medicine handed over by the attendant next to him, and while applying medicine to his burns, he cursed——
"Don't you deserve this, you brat? You've clearly shouldered the hopes of so many people, yet you still ask me, half of my body to be buried, to worry about him!"
"Lao He, tell me." The person on the bed closed his eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed the suffocation in his heart, and said hoarsely.
Lao He carefully removed the old plaster covering the wound on his chest and said softly -
"A few days ago, the people of the new emperor came back with news that Chu Yuanbai, the king of Xiaojingnan, had kidnapped the guerrilla general of Baling County on the ship and took the young lady all the way out of Shu."
The guerrilla general in Baling County was originally from the new emperor. He sent heavy troops and teamed up with local water bandits to set up a trap to ambush the young empress.
Who knew that Chu Yuanbai, the king of Xiaojingnan, was actually on the ship and claimed that the young empress was his princess.
The guerrilla general didn't know what happened, but he suddenly led them away from the heavy siege.
They escorted them all the way until they entered Qiangui Province, whereupon the guerrilla general was released. He claimed that he had been kidnapped.
"This incident can be considered a scandal. Although the new emperor was so angry that he went to the study room, he still suppressed it and did not announce it to the public." Lao He told him softly and carefully gave him the
medicine.
He closed his slender eyes and felt the sharp pain in his skin.
The pain made him feel alive.
He took a breath and said, "Help me up."
Lao He was stunned for a moment, and instinctively wanted to stop him: "But the injury on your body..."
However, after Old Man Tang finished applying the medicine to him again, he snorted coldly: "He has a more serious heart disease, and the previous injuries to his heart have been almost healed by the blood poison."
Blood Gu is the sub-gu of the Gu God. It has the characteristic of becoming stronger when encountering strong ones. It relies on the essence and blood of the host to survive, so it will work hard to repair the host's body.
The most severe burns on this kid's body have healed a lot.
"Help me up." The person on the bed still insisted and ordered calmly.
Lao He had no choice but to replace him and signal the guards outside to come over and lift the white medicine tent that had been there.
The medicine tent is soaked in medicine, which can distribute the medicinal properties at all times and protect the little master's skin from being burned.
A tall guard came over and carefully picked him up.
"Go to the mirror." He said calmly.
The tall guard hugged him obediently and walked carefully to the other end of the room.
This was the place where Nine Thousand Years Old Cang Qiao, Yin Hu and others secretly met to raise funds. There are rare treasures everywhere.
The fire set by Ming Lanruo did not burn here.
In another part of the room, there is a rare Western carved mercury mirror as tall as one person, which can illuminate every detail of a person's appearance.
He looked at himself in the mirror. He could only move while lying in the arms of others. He was dressed in a plain white loose robe, revealing his collarbone, burns and arrow scars on his chest.
His black hair was longer, almost reaching his knees. His face was thin and pale, except for his lips, which were still as red as blood. His whole body was thin and weak from lying down for too long.
The scars on the fair skin look like a jade with flaws.
The self in the mirror is like a piece of white jade that is full of cracks and may break at any time.
The guard holding him looked a little obsessed.
The originally powerful master, when he was weak in his arms, had a weak and broken beauty, which was strangely charming.
He leaned on the guard's arms, caught a glimpse of the other person's eyes, and suddenly chuckled hoarsely: "Why, does this look good?"
Then this skin is really suitable for bringing disaster to the country and the people.