At the moment when Zhu Yijun's hand touched his body, a kind of unexplained fear welled up in Bei Juese's heart, and this fear made the strange qi in his body suddenly reverse and quickly rush around. The impact that spread out in an instant made him break out in a cold sweat, and he had to hunch over and hug his body tightly to relieve the pain.

Zhu Yijun saw his strange appearance, hurriedly helped him up, and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

The pain in his body was obviously unbearable, but when Zhu Yijun helped him up, Bei Juese's pale face reflexively smiled at Zhu Yijun, and then asked effortlessly: "Your Majesty, the princess and I are innocent, do you believe it?" ”

Unexpectedly, Bei Juese would come up with such a sentence, Zhu Yijun was stunned and didn't know how to answer. Without waiting for him to answer, Bei Juese, who was exhausted by the pain all over his body, inside and out, spit out a mouthful of blood and poured it into his arms, fainting.

Bei Jue's face was as pale as a dead man, Zhu Yijun picked him up in a panic and strode out, shouting loudly as he walked: "Zhang Cheng, quickly pass on the imperial doctor!" ”

Zhu Yijun hurriedly sent Bei Juese back to the small courtyard where the senior eunuch lived, and the imperial doctor also quickly rushed over. Zhu Yijun stood aside anxiously and watched the imperial doctor diagnose the pulse of Bei Juese, and asked, "What's wrong with him?" ”

The imperial doctor pondered for a while before kneeling down and said, "Back to the emperor, it should be fine, but after being stimulated, the chest qi is stagnant and the heart is so angry that he vomits blood and faints, so he can wake up after resting for a while." ”

Zhu Yijun waved his hand and said, "It's none of your business, stand down." ”

After ordering all the people in the room to retreat, Zhu Yijun paced around in front of the bed irritably, and leaned down from time to time to see if Bei Juese, who was lying unconscious on the bed, showed any signs of waking up.

After a long while, Bei Jue Se moved slightly, and his eyes slowly opened.

Zhu Yijun leaned forward and asked anxiously, "Xiaobei, what do you think?" ”

Bei was absolutely stunning, and Zhu Yijun hurriedly helped him up. Bei Juese sat up slowly, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet, he looked at Zhu Yijun with gloomy eyes for a while, a shallow smile appeared on his pale face, and said, "I'm hungry." ”

I thought that when he woke up, he would make a fuss about the death of Princess Gong Jing, and he would be anxious to show the innocence between him and Princess Gong Jing, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't mention anything related at all. Zhu Yijun couldn't react to his unexpectedly calm performance, and only came back to his senses after a moment and asked, "Are you hungry?" What do you want to eat? ”

Bei Juese looked at him with a smile and said in a soft voice, "Shredded meat noodle soup." ”

Zhu Yijun was stunned for a moment before saying, "Okay." ”

When he walked outside the house and told Zhang Cheng to go to the imperial kitchen to get noodles and return to the house again, Bei Juese had already gotten out of bed and sat in front of the bronze mirror to comb his scattered messy hair. There was blood in many places on his hair, and when the blood dried, the hair clumped into a ball, and after a few combs, the comb was jammed, and he pulled the comb down as if he were furious, and he could not stop tearing many hairs. Seeing this, Zhu Yijun hurriedly stepped forward and held his hand and snatched the comb from his hand.

There was a ball of black hair that had been torn off on the comb, Zhu Yijun didn't say anything, got rid of the black hair on the comb and stood behind Bei Juese, gently combing his messy hair.

Bei Juese sat still obediently, letting Zhu Yijun fiddle. Zhu Yijun, who had never combed anyone else's hair, took almost half an hour to comb his hair, and then clumsily tied his hair back with a headband.

Zhu Yijun put down the comb as if relieved and said, "Okay." ”

Bei Juese stood up and turned to smile at him and said, "Thank you." ”

Without waiting for Zhu Yijun to react, Bei Juese had already stepped aside to take out a clean suit of clothes from the suitcase, shook them off and put them on his body, and was about to go out after putting on his clothes.

Zhu Yijun grabbed him and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Bei Juese looked out the window and replied with a smile: "I promised that Senior Brother would visit him at noon, but now it's afternoon, and I have to go to the prison to find him." ”

Zhu Yijun pulled him back and said, "Didn't you say that you want to eat shredded meat noodle soup when you're hungry?" I'll go back when I'm done. ”

"Okay." Bei Juese did not object, turned and sat on the edge of the bed. His waist was straight, his eyes staring straight ahead, and he had a smile on his face that hadn't disappeared since he woke up, and it was as if it had frozen on his face.

Seeing such a stunning northern color, Zhu Yijun suddenly felt that he was like a puppet with a fixed expression and no soul. Such a northern beauty is too docile and selfless, completely different from his usual life. He was smiling, but there was no hint of a smile in his lifeless eyes. Facing such an abnormal him, Zhu Yijun's heart faintly felt uneasy and worried.

Zhu Yijun squatted in front of him and probed the temperature of his forehead, and asked worriedly, "Xiaobei, are you uncomfortable?" ”

"It's not." Bei Juese replied softly with a smile.

"Why don't I summon the imperial doctor to treat you in detail?" Zhu Yijun asked softly in a consultative tone.

"No, you don't." The same expression, the same tone.

“……”

Zhu Yijun couldn't find the words to say for a while, he sat down beside Bei Juese, gently hugged him and asked him to lean his head on his shoulder, was silent for a while, and said: "You said that you were framed, tell me, who framed you?" ”

A strange light flashed in the hollow eyes of the North Absolute Color, but it was gone in a blink of an eye. He replied with a smile and in an indifferent tone: "Your Majesty, there is no point in saying anything now. ”

Zhu Yijun turned his face, let his eyes meet himself, and asked, "Are you angry?" ”

"Nope." Bei Juese was still laughing, but his empty eyes were looking straight ahead, as if ignoring Zhu Yijun's existence.

"Xiaobei, don't do this!" Zhu Yijun hugged him into his arms painfully, "You look very uncomfortable for me like this, do you know?" ”

"I'm sorry." The person in his arms smiled and said apologetic words in a voice without any emotion.

The meekness and indifference of the north made Zhu Yijun can't help but feel upset and irritable. He pushed Bei Juese away and stood up, grabbed his shoulders and shouted frantically: "If you are not satisfied, just say it!" Don't treat me with such an attitude! ”

Bei Juese smiled as if it didn't matter, and looked at Zhu Yijun angrily, without saying a word.

When Zhu Yijun was completely helpless against him, Zhang Cheng brought back a bowl of shredded meat noodle soup.

Zhu Yijun handed the noodles to Bei Juese, and said in an unhappy mood: "Eat quickly!" ”

Bei Juese took the bowl of noodles and looked at it for a while before he seemed to remember something and said, "Your Majesty, the slave promised the senior brother to bring him lunch, can the slave bring this bowl of noodles to the senior brother?" ”

Zhu Yijun glanced at him, suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and said, "You eat first, and then I will order someone to cook a bowl for you to bring over." ”