The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 376 Jun Rong Woke Up
Jun Rong opened his eyes a little, but his eyes were very loose, as if he was looking at Tsing Yi, but he didn't seem to see anything at all.

His white and peeling lips pulled the wound with his movements, and blood overflowed from it, instantly staining his lips and teeth red.

"Hey hey hey—His Majesty, don't move, drink the medicine first."

Tsing Yi supported Jun Rong's back and let him sit up against the head of the bed, "Your Majesty? Wake up—"

Jun Rong seemed to be still trapped in a nightmare, unable to escape, muttering while clutching Tsing Yi's hand.

Tsing Yi had no choice but to pinch his chin with one hand and pour the medicine bowl into it with the other: "I offended you, Your Majesty."

"Hmm..." The slightly hot medicinal soup slid down his lips and tongue into his throat, Jun Rong was caught off guard and coughed, and the medicinal soup sprayed out, spilling Tsing Yi and himself all over.

"Cough cough cough-"

"This...my ancestor!" Tsing Yi helplessly wiped off the medicine soup on his face with his arm, glanced at half a bowl of medicine left, and gritted his teeth, "Don't waste it, the medicine is very expensive, and it's still hard to bear , must be finished."

Jun Rong struggled, Tsing Yi couldn't hold back anymore, so he tapped his acupuncture points to keep him still.

He forcefully poured down the remaining half of the bowl, "Huh...it's so difficult."

He got up and asked someone to come in to tidy up, changed Junrong into a clean inner garment, stuffed him back into the bed, and then got up to take a bath by himself.

"What's the matter with you?" Han Yi, who just came to see Jun Rong, frowned and asked, staring at the brown stains on the front of the Tsing Yi.

"Boss, you are here, just in time, you go in and watch for me for a while, I'm going to change my clothes." He pulled his clothes and said, "Just now I gave medicine to His Majesty, he choked and spit me all over, I have to go wash up quickly .”

"You go, I'll watch him."

"Okay... Oh, by the way, have you dealt with the traces outside? The soil is soft in rainy weather, and it is easy to leave footprints."

"It's dealt with. I had someone tie branches to the horse. After running around, the traces were destroyed. The soil in the chess mountain was also turned over. Once the rain washes away, nothing will be visible tomorrow."

Tsing Yi nodded: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Han Yi didn't take it seriously, turned around and entered the room.

As soon as he entered, he heard Jun Rong's snort, probably in real pain, his voice was low, as if he was sobbing.

Han Yi walked to the side of the bed and looked at him condescendingly.

His black hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his face, his brows were furrowed, his lips were chapped, and he looked very embarrassed.

"For you, is it worth it?" Han Yi asked in a low voice, not sure if he was asking himself or someone else.

"Ziyi...Taifu..." Jun Rong called Xiao Yu's name in an unsteady manner, Han Yi's breath sank, he turned around and sat down on the other side.

If he promised his master, he would definitely do it and protect him well.

……

Jun Rong had a fever all night, repeatedly, and when he woke up after the fever subsided completely, it was already the next afternoon.

But there is no window in the secret room, only a small vent, so you can't see the outside situation.

"Hmm... where is this?" As soon as Jun Rong moved, he felt a pain in his head like a pinprick.

He had no choice but to lie back on the bed again.

He waited for the headache to subside, and carefully looked around the situation.

The room is not big, with lampstands at the four corners, the candles have already burned more than half, and rows of candle tears are shed.

There is a wooden table in the middle with several bisque teacups on it.

There are not many decorations around, and it looks very simple.

Jun Rong felt it carefully, he still hurts inside, but his breathing became smoother, he must have been healed.

Then it should be safe here.

After he figured this out, he lifted the bed curtain and sat up slowly, "Ahem——"

"Ok?"

Jun Rong's cough woke Tsing Yi who was dozing in the corner.

He opened his eyes suddenly, "Your Majesty?"

Jun Rong was startled: "It's me."

When he opened his mouth, his throat was still burning, and he couldn't help coughing again.

"Your Majesty, don't move, I'll pour you some water!"

Tsing Yi bounced up from the chair, grabbed the teapot on the table and poured him a glass of white water, "Come on, moisten your throat first, you boiled it over and over again last night, probably out of water."

Jun Rong took it and drank it in big gulps, one cup was not enough, Tsing Yi directly brought the teapot over, and asked Jun Rong to pour himself how much he drank.

"Your Majesty, this subordinate touches your forehead."

Jun Rong nodded, put down the teacup, looked up and waited, looking quite well-behaved.

Tsing Yi's heart moved, and he stretched out his hand to touch it, "Well, it's not hot anymore, this time there is no recurrence, it should be that the fever has completely subsided."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Is your majesty still hurting? Do you have any other feelings?"

"The chest is still stuffy and painful, and I will cough when I move too much, my hands and feet are weak, and my head hurts."

Tsing Yi was thoughtful, "Stretch out your hand, and this subordinate will feel your pulse."

Jun Rong rolled up his sleeves, put his hands in Tsing Yi, and observed carefully for a moment.

"The internal injuries are slowly recovering, and the headache may be from too much sleep."

"How long have I been sleeping?" Jun Rong looked around but didn't see the window, and didn't even know if it was day or night.

"It's the afternoon of the second day, and His Majesty has been asleep for almost a day and a night."

Tsing Yi took the teapot and cup away.

"One day and one night... no wonder you have a headache." Jun Rong's voice improved a bit, he lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, Tsing Yi hurriedly said: "Your Majesty can't move around now, what do you want to do, just tell your subordinates."

"Where is this? Why are you alone? What about Ning Zhao and the others?"

"Your Majesty, don't worry. Ning Zhao is resting in another room. This is Xuanyiwei's underground training ground, which can also be said to be the base camp. It is very hidden and safe, and outsiders cannot find it."

"Underground?" Jun Rong was surprised, "Is it in Qishan?"

"Yeah, it's Qishan." Tsing Yi smiled and said, "Did the master tell His Majesty?"

Jun Rong looked sad: "Yes."

It was said by Taifu and him casually during a small chat.

Seeing his face change, Tsing Yi felt that he had made a mistake, and hurriedly changed the subject: "I'll tell the others, Your Majesty must be hungry after sleeping for so long, I'll ask someone to make some medicinal porridge."

Jun Rong nodded, lay back on the bed, and stopped talking.

Tsing Yi sighed, turned and left.

"I don't know what's going on with the grand master, where will Hua Ye take her..." Jun Rong couldn't help thinking of Xiao Yu.

Thinking of her decisive eyes, thinking of her broken hand, thinking of the Gu worms in her body...

Everything broke his heart.

"Why am I so useless?" Jun Rong's eyes turned red a little.

Hua Ye's two palms hit him so easily that he was powerless to fight back.

He thought that his martial arts were enough, but at the critical moment, he was so vulnerable.

If he was stronger, wouldn't the Taifu be captured by Hua Ye?

Tears fell silently, Jun Rong clutched the brocade quilt under her body tightly, and the veins on the back of her hands were exposed.

"I'm sorry, Taifu, I'm sorry..."

　Jun Rong is pitiful

　　
　
(End of this chapter)