I thought it was a trivial matter, but it would be fine after throwing up.

Chixiao drank a bowl of light porridge and ate a plate of side dishes, but vomited again at night.

When Jiuzhang returned, he had already burned and was lying groggily on the bed.

"What's going on?"

Gray Dad pushed Chixiao's wrist back into the quilt, came back to his senses and said to him: "It's not a big deal, it's just that his body is already weak, he should have suffered a lot when he was a child, and he left a lot of diseases. I ate some bloody food, and my digestion was not very good, so I would get better after a few days of rest. ”

He stopped, but it was as if he hadn't spoken.

Jiuzhang didn't continue to listen to what he said, and came to the bedside to stare at Chixiao's pale and bloodless face, with unconcealed tension in his eyes.

Gray Daddy didn't say anything more, and led Little Gray out of his dormitory.

The servants on the left and right also retreated, and Jiuzhang stood by the bed, not moving, with a layer of anger in his eyes, not knowing what he was angry about, and he didn't know who he was angry about.

He guessed that the emperor's small-bellied guy would definitely settle accounts with Chixiao, but he could also be sure that no matter what he did, it was indeed not too much, so what was he angry about?

Chixiao slept very uncomfortably.

He felt as if his body was roasting on a fire, and it was not only his skin, but his internal organs were burning painfully, and there was nothing in his stomach for a long time, and he was so hungry that he couldn't eat anything.

It's sickness that grinds people.

From the beginning of his contempt for people, to now, Chixiao feels that people are probably the greatest creatures in the world.

Bearing birth, old age, sickness and death, joys, sorrows, and sorrows, some people have fallen into demons, but some people have the same original intention.

He was like a salted fish rolling and struggling on the frying pan, and he didn't know how long it had been, and he broke out in a cold sweat before his mind finally cleared up.

He opened his heavy eyelids, and there was a staggering figure in the chaotic and drowsy world.

It's familiar.

He tried to keep his eyes open and try to see as clearly as he could.

Finally, he could see the black armor.

The black armor protected the man's muscular chest, but the fabric hanging down the cuffs and hem was blood-red, as if it was dyed red by the blood of the war, and the long inky hair was tied in a high bun at the back of the head, and the two white headbands at the back of the head fell down the long hair, and the pure white color formed a natural contrast with the bright red placket, and the eyes were hot and moist.

"General......

His voice was hoarse, but with indescribable strong emotions, as if there were tens of thousands of years of longing and expectation stored in this life.

Jiuzhang didn't dare to respond.

Before he was crowned king, he was indeed a general, and it was not surprising that someone called him wrong, but at this moment he was sure that the bastard on the bed was not called himself.

He saw others through his own images.

Thinking of this, he suddenly knew why he was so angry just now.

Angry, he knew that the emperor was going to clean up Chixiao, but he didn't care about it and let him enter the palace by himself.

He knew that this person was not seriously ill, but he was still worried that he had to end the military drill early and go home to guard him.

Angry, he himself put this toy he picked up on the side of the road in his heart.

Chixiao didn't stay awake for long, and he soon fell asleep deeply.

Jiuzhang sat on the edge of the bed, even more angry than just now.

Checkmate?

Which general is he thinking about?