"But that boy Shangguan Hongye desperately suppressed the news. It's too unpleasant to say that the emperor was cuckolded, right?" Old Doctor Tang said authentically.
He stared at the person on the bed and stared at him coldly, and the other party's originally pale face turned blue.
"Hey, who told you to toss yourself into such a dead look? The girl you finally got ran away, and the child also called someone else's father, you will be happy!"
While gloating, Old Man Tang was sneering, he quickly peeled off his clothes.
Seeing this, Lao He could only smile bitterly and persuade: "Old Tang, the little master has just woken up, I can't stand such stimulation!"
Old Man Tang took the medicine handed over by his servant, and cursed while applying medicine to his burns—
"Don't you deserve it? You have obviously carried so many people's hopes, but you still ask me to be buried in half of your body and worry about him!"
"Lao He, say it." The person on the bed closed his eyes, took a deep breath, suppressing the suffocation in his heart, and said hoarsely.
While carefully uncovering the old plaster that covered the wound in front of his chest, Lao He whispered—
"A few days ago, the people of the new emperor sent back news that it was Chu Yuanbai, the King of Jingnan, who held the guerrilla general of Baling County hostage on the ship and led the little empress to break out of Shu."
The guerrilla generals in Nabaling County were originally from the new emperor, so they sent heavy troops and joined forces with local water bandits to set up traps to ambush the little empress.
Who knew that the little Jingnan King Chu Yuanbai was on the boat and claimed that the little empress was his princess.
The guerrilla general suddenly took them away from the encirclement.
He also escorted them all the way until he entered the Guizhou Province, and the guerrilla general was released, and he claimed that he was hostage.
"This matter is also a scandal. Although the new emperor was so angry that he smashed the study room, he still kept suppressing it and did not make it public." Lao He said to him softly and carefully to him.
medicine.
He closed his slender eyes and felt the sharp pain on his flesh.
Those pains made him feel alive.
He took a light breath: "Help me up."
Lao He was stunned for a moment, and instinctively wanted to stop it: "But the wound on your body..."
However, after the old man Tang applied him again, he snorted coldly: "He has a worse heart disease, and his previous injuries to his heart meridians were almost fully nourished by the blood pot."
The blood Gu is the son Gu of the Gu God. It has the characteristic of being strong when it encounters strong. It relies on the host's essence, blood and energy to survive, so it will work hard to repair the host's body.
The ones with the most severe burns on this kid have also healed a lot.
"Help me up." The person on the bed insisted and ordered lightly.
Lao He had no choice but to change the guard who was outside to signal him to come and lift the white medicine tent that had been placed.
The medicine tent was soaked in the medicine, which could exude the properties of the medicine at all times, and nourish the little master's skin burns.
A tall guard came over and carefully picked him up.
"Go to the mirror." He said lightly.
The tall guard obediently hugged him and walked carefully to the other end of the room.
This was once a place where the nine thousand-year-old Cang Qiao and Yinhu and others met secretly to raise funds, and there were rare treasures everywhere.
The fire that Minglanruo fired did not burn here.
In the other part of the room, a rare Western carved mercury mirror that was tall for people can reveal their appearance.
He looked at himself in the mirror, and could only move in someone else's arms. He was wearing a loose white robe, revealing his collarbone, and burns and arrow scars on his chest.
The black hair was longer and almost spread to the knees. One face was thin, the face was pale, and the lips were still as red as blood. The whole person was thin and weak because he had been lying for too long.
The scars on fair skin are flawed like white jade.
The self in the mirror is like a piece of white jade covered with cracks, which can be broken at any time.
The guard holding him was a little obsessed with seeing him.
The originally powerful master, when he was weak and broken, had a weak and broken beauty, strangely charming.
He leaned into the guard's arms, caught a glimpse of the other person's eyes, and suddenly sneered in a silence: "Why, this looks good, too?"
Then this skin is really suitable for harming the country and the people. This chapter has been completed!