"How is Your Majesty?"

Inside the Purple Pole Palace.

Ah Zhao was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, and an old imperial doctor with a gray beard was checking her pulse.

This is the judge of the imperial hospital, and since Ah Zhao's accession to the throne, he has been in charge of His Majesty's invitation.

Ling Xiao's face sank like water, and the atmosphere in the entire dormitory was so frozen that it seemed to be dripping water, and the palace people who were waiting did not dare to come out.

The imperial doctor carefully examined for a while before standing up: "Back to the general, Your Majesty is fine, but he was frightened and knocked his head again, so he passed out." Weichen opened a few prescriptions and warmed up. ”

Ling Xiao glanced at the dragon bed again, and his expression did not relax at all: "Then why is Your Majesty still not awake?" ”

The old imperial physician replied, "This ...... Half an hour at the least, two hours at the most, and Your Majesty will surely come to his senses. ”

Yuhu took the old imperial doctor to write a prescription, and Yuyan came over and whispered: "General, do you want to come with the slave maid to change clothes?" Treat the wound? ”

When General Ling broke into the Purple Pole Hall with His Majesty in his arms, he frightened all the people in the palace.

Next, they were busy asking for the imperial doctor all the way to check the injuries, and almost everyone's attention was on Ah Zhao.

It wasn't until this moment, when it was confirmed that His Majesty was okay, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, that they noticed that the general was also embarrassed at the moment.

His robe was stained with mud and crumpled, and his cuffs were stained dark red, apparently wounded.

Ling Xiao glanced at the person on the bed, and turned around and went to the side hall without saying a word.

He had abrasions on his elbows and back, but these weren't too much of a problem for a man who often went to battle.

After wiping the medicine and changing into clothes, Ling Xiao came to the Purple Pole Hall again.

"You all go down." He lightly instructed the palace people who were waiting.

Yuhu was taken aback: "General, this is not in accordance with the rules!" ”

Let's not talk about it, Your Majesty can't be left unattended.

This is the Purple Pole Palace, His Majesty's dormitory.

These people are His Majesty's people, and His Majesty does not speak, and they can not obey anyone's orders.

Ling Xiao glanced at her coldly.

Yuhu's cold sweat came down all of a sudden, and her hands in her sleeves trembled slightly, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted: "General, this is the Purple Pole Palace!" ”

Ling Xiao was stunned, retracted his momentum, and said nothing more.

He took a deep look at the unconscious man who was still lying on the bed, and turned around and left the Purple Pole Hall.

Back in the house, Ling Xiao locked himself in the study alone.

It was only at this time that the emotions he had been tense finally exploded.

His expression revealed a complex emotion of shock, dazedness, and disdain.

"I actually ......" gave birth to such a disgraceful thought.

Why did he rejoice when he saw His Majesty?

Why is His Majesty disappointed if he doesn't care?

Why does Bochang always subconsciously want to escape when he mentions marriage?

He hadn't thought of it before, but now he understood it all.

When he saw His Majesty lying in his arms, pale and unconscious, he was so worried that he hated to replace him.

If this can also be said to be because of loyalty.

Then, at the moment when the Imperial Physician announced that His Majesty was fine, the thoughts that rose in his heart really scared him.

At that moment, he wanted to retreat from all the palace people, and then, hug the unconscious man on the bed fiercely, kiss him fiercely, and punish him for making him so scared.

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