A moment. Huaye Shun spoke first. "Your subordinates should do it first. Prince, let's treat the wound! Someone has been sent to look for the doctor. But I don't know when he will come. The prince's injury is serious. It's better to stop the bleeding first."
Huahua nodded. "I can rest assured that you do things."
Hua also hummed. Then he greeted the shopkeeper and servants who came to the teahouse, and asked for clean cloth strips and water, and there were some more. Just this wound thing.
"Prince, please bear with me." Huaye said worriedly.
Huahua nodded. "I'm fine. You start! I can hold on."
Think about it too. Toxins from the womb of beating mothers. These years have tortured him a lot. Either concurrency or remediation. Everything was tormenting him. Just a small window. For him, since it is nothing.
In recent days, nightmares have haunted me.
The half-dark and cramped alleys, surrounded by thick fog, shrouded the half-toppled houses, sucking the spirits of passers-by, turning them into walking corpses, and the withered branches were covered with blackness, with a sharp Noisy, if someone falls down, they will lean forward and peck at the body.
Behind the half-covered wooden doors, there are cursing, insulting and reprimanding, plaintive crying, mixed with dull whipping sounds, the same behind every door.
It was a face, a dirty one, with disheveled hair, scantily clad, and only a pair of black eyes, which were quite bright and clear, making it unforgettable.
Bang, bang, bang.
The heavy wooden planks hit the exposed skin one after another, and new scars bloomed from old scars, blue and purple, and finally black and purple.
Those dark eyes changed with the sound of wood planks, the previous clarity faded away, and a layer of haze engulfed them, becoming resentful, unwilling and gloomy.
The messy hair covered the forehead, Fu Yan wanted to take a closer look.
Suddenly, that face suddenly raised its head, revealing its fierce look, staring at him with those vicious eyes, with monstrous hatred.
Fu Yan was startled, and fell to the ground, his blood was coagulated, his body was stiff, and his mind was blank.
Because, that face is his own.
Accompanied by a terrified cry, Fu Yan woke up suddenly, sat up, sweating profusely.
All of a sudden, the room was brightly lit, and the servant who was waiting outside rushed in and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"
Fu Yanchi rubbed his forehead in pain, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare."
Taking a long breath, Fu Yan tried to relieve his uneasiness, got up and got out of bed, walked to the window, opened it for air, and the servant at the side hurriedly took a coat and put it on for him.
Fu Yan wrapped her clothes, looked at the moonlight and said, "Go down first, I will be alone."
The servant responded and withdrew.
The moonlight outside is different from the bright and clear in the past, yellowing, just like the buds of the willow tree, which makes people feel a little depressing. Seeing the tightness in his chest, Fu Yan was about to leave. Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder, and in an instant, heavy rain poured down.
Fu Yan never noticed, and was swept into some rainwater. He frowned in disbelief and was about to close the window. The back suddenly straightened, the soles of the feet felt cold, and the hairs stood up, it was that feeling again.
Someone is watching him
Under the tree, a figure was vaguely outlined, which was blocked by the majestic heavy rain, making it unreal.
Fu Yan tried his best to look far away, but still didn't know. I was about to go downstairs to find it. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the big tree, illuminating the things at the bottom of the tree.
Fu Yan saw it clearly
That's the man in the dream, with the same face as him!
Fu Yan's fingers trembled slightly, and his heart was raised in his throat. If he had been prepared in advance, he might fall down and sit down.
The man seemed to have seen Fu Yan, turned around and ran away.
Fu Yan subconsciously chased him out, braving the rain, and chased in the jungle outside the castle. The rain blurred his vision, and he could only vaguely see a figure jumping and running.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Fu Yan let out a low cry, and accidentally stepped on a dead branch. He fell back and fell to the ground, splashing muddy water. He rubbed his waist in pain, unable to stand up, his eyebrows and nose wrinkled together.
With his hands on the mud, he gritted his teeth and tried to get up. It was dark before his eyes, and there was a black shadow swaying, Fu Yan squinted and looked over. That figure was standing beside him. He lowered his head and looked at him quietly.
The time was silent, and the two looked at each other. After a long time, the man finally moved. He stretched out his two hands towards Fu Yan and closed them inward.
Fu Yan grasped one of them, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.??, "Thank you."
The man was taken aback, obviously not expecting it. But he also took advantage of the trend to pull Fu Yan up.
"Hiss" Fu Yan gasped in pain, frowned, and uncontrollably tilted his whole body towards the man.
The man dodged to the side subconsciously, but was grabbed by Fu Yan and fell on the man, "I'm injured, I can't walk, lean on."
The man didn't say a word, and let Fu Yan lean on him. Move back to the huge castle little by little.
"Master, Master, haven't you woken up yet? Breakfast is ready, why are you asleep again?" The servant took the cleaning whisk and gently pushed Fu Yan on the bed.
Fu Yan was sleepy, and asked with half-opened and half-closed eyes, "What time is it?"
"Eight o'clock," a preference that must be acknowledged along with history books, the only emperor in history who practiced monogamy.
Since ancient times, emperors have always been inseparable from three thousand beauties. Even if there is only one person they like, there will be other concubines in the harem, but there is only one exception, that is Ming Xiaozong Zhu Youtang. There is only Queen Zhang in his life, and there are no other concubines. .
How much does Ming Xiaozong like Zhang?
According to historical records, Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty was a virtuous emperor who worked hard to govern. After he came to the throne, eunuchs and treacherous officials were eliminated, useless ministers were dismissed, virtuous people were appointed, and outspoken advice was advocated.
The great favor of Queen Zhang's family brought great honor to the Zhang family. His father, Zhang Luan, was granted the title of Boss Shouning, and soon he was granted the title of Marquis. After his death, he was later granted the title of Duke Chang.
However, neither of the two younger brothers is a fuel-efficient lamp. They are fish and meat people, rampant and do everything. The ministers appealed one after another to ask the Zhang brothers to be held accountable. After checking the matter, the matter was settled only because of Queen Zhang's disapproval. Even the minister who impeached the Zhang brothers was almost convicted.
But there are so many beauties, why did Emperor Xiaozong of Ming Dynasty only love Mrs. Zhang?
In addition to Zhang's beauty, I also have a set of very powerful means of controlling husbands, which can attract Ming Xiaozong and have a good restraint on him. His help can be called a virtuous housemate.
Therefore, a woman who only favors the harem must not be simple, otherwise, after the great favor, no one cares about it, she still needs to be strong and have certain means to stand out from the three thousand beauties, let the high-ranking person clean up the harem for herself, and she will be the only one in her life . (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com