Chapter Fifty-Eight: This Prince Is a Little Sick [12]
Following.
The sun rises slowly from the east, illuminating everything that is immersed in the darkness.
Similarly, Ye Jin on the tree also felt the scorching and dazzling sunlight shining on, and subconsciously shrank to the place where there was no light, and then stretched his brows that were tightened by the sunlight.
But Qi Yao woke up without knowing what, and looked at the young man in his arms who took the initiative to get closer with some interest.
The young man's eyebrows have a little natural charm, those beautiful peach blossom eyes and black moles at the corners of his eyes, every time he looks at it, he only sighs more charming than a woman, but he does not have a woman's feminine temperament, just a very enchanting and complicated feeling.
The fair-skinned little face is like a city and a country every time he smiles, and with the freedom of a teenager, people can't help but indulge.
Qi Yao only admits that many people have praised his appearance, but when he saw the young man, he felt that his appearance was nothing more than this in front of the young man.
"Master."
At this time, the expressionless dark guard flashed to his subordinates, and called Qi Yao in a small voice.
Qi Yao said "um" coldly, but there was some dissatisfaction in his tone, as if it was because the secret guard disturbed him.
But the dark guard didn't have any expression, and didn't seem to notice the dissatisfaction in Qi Yao's tone, but just said respectfully. "Master, the queen mother asked King Xuan to return to the capital, and she followed behind us at this time, looking unhurried, and not in a hurry to return to the palace."
Qi Yao raised his eyebrows and turned pale in an instant, and his voice seemed to have overflowed with ice slag as if he had fallen into a cold kiln in an instant. "Get them ready."
The guard didn't ask why, saluted, and got up to leave.
Ye Jin didn't know how long he slept before he woke up in a daze.
As soon as I woke up, I found myself back in the carriage.
Ye Jin rubbed his eyes.
…… How long has he been asleep? They all returned to the sedan chair.
And it's still this state of being unconscious, not aware of it at all.
Ye Jin was angry.
But not because of anyone else, but because of himself.
In Ye Jin's opinion, he is a demon king, and he is still unaware of being carried into a sedan chair in this state, and he doesn't know it, if he is known, he will make a note in the history of demons, and as soon as the younger generations read it, he will really become the first person in the ages!
As soon as he thought of that scene, Ye Jin couldn't help but tremble, he had never been so glad that his subordinates were not following him now, and they hadn't seen that scene.
Ye Jin rubbed his eyes, and only then did he realize that Qi Yao's figure was no longer in the sedan chair at this time, and there were no chains on his hands and feet.
…… It just feels like something is wrong.
Ye Jin thought about it, there was still chaos in his mind that had just woken up, and he noticed it for a while.
TMD: He's limp all now, and he can't lift any energy at all!
No wonder Qi Yao dared to let him go here alone like this, and all the chains were untied!
No wonder he has always been sensitive, but he was carried into the sedan chair in his sleep but didn't notice anything, and he still slept sweetly.
After all, he always remembered that no matter how heavy he slept, he always woke up at the slightest movement around him; Even if you are seriously injured, you will still wake up instantly because of the slightest movement!
This is a habit he has cultivated for many years and since childhood.
Ye Jin forced himself to raise his hand and brushed away the curtain that he felt had no weight in the past, but now it seemed to weigh thousands of pounds and tons.
The slender fingers trembled slightly.
Ye Jin endured the feeling of weakness all over his body and looked up.
As a result, it's terrible.
"Be careful!"
With a "whoosh", fortunately, someone turned Ye Jin around at the critical moment and dodged over.