Shen Jiu tried to appease him: "Your Majesty—"

His fingers shrank suddenly, and his eyebrows looked at him fiercely and coldly.

Shen Jiu only felt a tug on her scalp, and the pain made her gasp slightly, but she didn't care about the pain coming from her scalp at all, and only stared at the thin scene that was looking at her.

His eyebrows and eyes are too fierce, but Hitomi is not very focused. He was like a lone wolf that had gone crazy, and no matter what stood in his way, he had to pounce on it and fight to the death.

Shen Jiu licked his lips.

She intuitively felt that Bo Jing's state was wrong, and she didn't dare to make any big moves, so she slowly moved her fingers and gently held Bo Jing's wrist.

There was a slight tremor in her fingertips, and her voice was very low: "Bo Jing." ”

She took Bo Jing's hand and slowly pulled out the strand of hair he had pulled in.

Shen Jiu's voice was very soft, as if he was comforting the lion who had been on the verge of exploding: "Xiaojing." ”

She let go of his hand and tentatively touched his hair, only to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw his eyes follow hers.

She gently stroked his cheek, bowed her head slightly, leaned over and kissed his forehead, then gently stroked his back as if she were smoothing the hair of a lion.

Shen Jiu sensed Bo Jing relax in her arms, and then quickly tensed up again.

She heard Bo Jing say, "Did I hurt you?" ”

His voice trembled a little, and his hand gripped her wrist hard.

He began to pull at her clothes, sniffing at her for blood.

Shen Jiu pressed his head: "It's okay." ”

She reassured him: "You are a little fierce, but you didn't hurt me." ”

She touched Bo Jing's hair, and waited for him to calm down before she whispered, "Bo Jing." ”

She pondered Bo Jinggang's actions for a moment, and then recalled the deeds of his deeds that spread throughout the palace and established his "murderous" name, and then came to a conclusion.

Shen Jiu's stroking of him lightened, and his voice also lightened: "Bo Jing." ”

She lowered her eyelashes slightly: "Are you crazy?" ”

Bo Jing raised his head suddenly, and his gaze fell directly on her.

His eyes were a little flustered: "I didn't-"

Then he quickly realized that he couldn't hide it at all, and his eyebrows suddenly turned cold.

He smiled grimly: "Are you afraid of me? His finger landed on her neck, "You-"

Shen Jiu sighed and tilted his head to kiss his fingertips.

Bo Jing paused.

Shen Jiu didn't mention his illness again, only grabbed his hand and stuffed his hand into the quilt.

She lowered her eyelashes: "If you don't like those things in the past. ”

Bo Jing's reputation for ferociousness came out when he first ascended the throne, and he has not heard much about murderous deeds recently.

Most of them found a doctor after ascending the throne and controlled their condition.

She had been with him for so long, and this was the first time she had seen him get sick, and the trigger point was his past.

Shen Jiu sighed lowly: "Then don't think about it." ”

"You're already a king, and no one dares to talk about your past anymore—"

Bo Jing raised his eyebrows: "But someone wants to make a fuss about my past." ”

He was obviously unhappy, his tone was cold, and he even took out the name of me.

"My good prime minister, I checked the affairs of the cold palace back then." His eyebrows pressed, and his expression sank.

Bo Jingyin smiled sympathetically: "He searched for a bunch of evidence to show that I am not of royal blood." ”