But when he thought about Sang Yan's character, he might indeed kick the emperor out of bed.
"Go get that thing."
He Ying still wants to watch it.
He didn't believe it could disgust him to death.
Pei Muyang didn't dare to give it up now, and whispered: "Your Majesty, don't act too hastily."
The palace maid has already brought the medicine.
Pei Muyang immediately took it and handed it to the emperor: "I hope the emperor will take care of me."
He Ying drank the medicine in one breath and insisted: "Stop talking nonsense and bring the things up."
Seeing this, Pei Muyang could only present the things.
If you submit this, the result will be that the medicine you drank is all in vain.
He Ying vomited it out again. He was vomiting and watching at the same time, as if he was self-abuse.
Pei Muyang knew that he couldn't go on like this, as it would mainly damage the dragon's body, so he had to ask someone to go to the side hall to invite Sang Yan.
When Sang Yan came in, the maids in the palace were cleaning up the vomit on the floor and burning a lot of incense.
After a busy period, the palace returned to its original state.
"How did you come?"
He Ying peered through the layers of gauze and saw the person he least wanted to see right now.
With his image, Pei Muyang dared to ask her to come!
"Pei Muyang, you are so brave!"
He hurriedly gathered up his nightgown, turned away from the man, and shouted angrily: "Come here, drag him out and give me a cane for thirty!"
The guards moved upon hearing the sound and walked in in unison.
Pei Muyang knelt down with a bang: "Your Majesty, forgive me! Your Majesty, spare my life!"
Then he turned to Sang Yan, kowtowed and begged: "I hope Master Sang will be considerate of the younger ones!"
Sang Yan knew that he was worried about the emperor's health, so he asked someone to call him. The motive was good and he was loyal. The beating was real and heartbreaking, so he spoke for him: "Okay, if you are dissatisfied with me, just complain to me.
Why bother him?"
He Ying: "..."
How could he be dissatisfied with her?
It's really hard to see her right now.
"You go out first. I'll tell you in detail when I'm ready."
He is now disheveled, disheveled, and in a sorry state, and he really cannot see her.
Sang Yan vaguely guessed his little thoughts and said, "Your Majesty, you are a grown man, why do you value appearance so much?"
His behavior actually reminded her of Mrs. Li, the beloved concubine of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.
It is rumored that before she died of illness, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty requested to see her many times, but she refused.
The reason is also very simple, I just don't want him to see me looking haggard and weak.
She wanted to look the most beautiful in his heart until she died.
In fact, isn't it humble and pitiful to do this?
The love of an emperor is too elusive. In order to keep a ray of it, even if he is about to die, he does not dare to let him see his sick face.
When she dies, will she be scared? Will she feel lonely?
"I don't care about appearance, I'm just afraid of scaring you."
He Ying explained his behavior.
Sang Yan came back to her senses and said indifferently: "Your Majesty, you are worrying too much. I am not that timid."
With that said, he lifted up the gauze curtain and walked in.
He Ying heard the noise and subconsciously got under the quilt.
Sang Yan: "..."
As for that?
She almost laughed: "Your Majesty, aren't you hot?"
He Ying was extremely hot. Not only was he hot, but his whole body was itchy and uncomfortable.
But he was determined not to come out.
"You go back. I'll be fine in a moment."
"don't want."
Sang Yan sat on the edge of the bed, thought for a moment, and said sweet words: "Your Majesty, you don't have to be like this. No matter what your Majesty looks like, I like him."
"real?"
He Ying was a little moved, but he didn't lift the quilt.
He was so hot that he sweated, and his body felt sticky and uncomfortable.
"Ayan, you go out first, and I beg you to let me take a shower and clean myself up, okay?"
His tone was almost pleading.
Humans are too humble.
Sang Yan relented and walked out without embarrassing him.
He Ying quietly poked his head out and saw that she was gone. He called Pei Muyang to come in and asked him to prepare cold water.
He took a cold shower and felt refreshed, and the pimples all over his body gradually disappeared.
My mood finally improved.
But he also held grudges and kicked Pei Muyang: "Let you make your own decision! Go and kneel outside for an hour!"
Thunder, rain and dew are all your kindness.
Pei Muyang did not dare to defend himself. He complained in his heart and smiled on his face: "Thank you, Your Majesty for your kindness."
He came out of the palace and knelt.
No one dares to supervise him.
He can be lazy, or he can be submissive, but in the end he is always on his knees.
It would be nice if the emperor didn't dislike him like Yu Huaide did.
For an hour, it’s not like I’ve never knelt down before.
"What's going on here?"
Sang Yan waited for half an hour and came again. Seeing Pei Muyang kneeling, he asked.
Pei Muyang smiled bitterly and said: "It's the slave's fault that I provoked the emperor. The emperor asked the slave to kneel for an hour. It's okay. Master, please go in quickly. The emperor is waiting."
After hearing this, Sang Yan thought for a moment and assigned him a job: "I want to eat bird's nest. You can go to the imperial kitchen and let me know."
Pei Muyang immediately got up and said with a smile: "Slave, go now and kneel again when you come back."
Sang Yan stepped into the palace without commenting.
in the palace
He Ying sat on the bed, frowning, still thinking about the fire avoidance diagram - he vomited after looking at it, so how could he follow it? How to have a child with Sang Yan? Although he already understood the steps.
"What are you thinking about?"
Sang Yan asked aloud: "You're fine, why did you get sick? Who touched you again?"
He Ying said truthfully: "No one. I just saw a few fire avoidance pictures."
Sang Yan: "..."
An astonishing statement.
Fire avoidance picture = erotic picture, right?
Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?
Wait, the point is, he will vomit when he looks at those pictures?
Is this condition considered terminal and hopeless?
Alas, things are difficult.
He Ying waited for a while, but without waiting for a reply, he asked: "Why don't you speak?"
Sang Yan looked helpless: "I don't know what to say."
She really didn't expect that he was so seriously ill.
I used to think that he was being hypocritical and doting on a concubine. It only took a few minutes for him to become unbearable, right?
But now, I am confused.
He Ying also understood and sighed: "Well, I don't know what to say."
He had given up on treatment and broke the pot: "How about you get me drunk? Maybe when I'm drunk, I can do whatever you want."
Sang Yan: "..."
What a bad idea!
I regret saying it!
She only talks about it on paper, but she neither dares nor wants to practice it herself!
"Your Majesty, stop joking."
She couldn't do anything to a drunkard. God, think about it, it's so evil!
Too dirty.
She's not that hungry either!
But He Ying was very serious: "I am not joking. I want to have a child with you. I must have a child."
After saying that, he asked someone to get the wine.
The wine soon came.
He drank from jar after jar.
Sang Yan felt that he was serious, so she had to blush and say: "Actually, Your Majesty, to be honest with you, when a man is really drunk, there will be no reaction."
He Ying: "..."
He didn't understand. He was stunned for a while and asked innocently: "What if I'm half drunk?"
Sang Yan shook his head: "No. Half-drunk means that the woman is pregnant, which is not good for the child and affects the child's health."
He Ying scratched his head irritably: "Why is it so difficult to have a child?"