Your Majesty, please come quickly

Chapter 43 Anxious Manager An
Xilan has already returned to the Huanyi Bureau, but Ling Zimo has not yet arrived at Xuanxiao Palace.After all, with so many injuries on his body, it was really difficult for him to walk from Bai Luxuan on foot.

But the road he walked was not the one Xilan saw in the morning.After separating from Xilan, he walked around the imperial garden and went to a forest with few people.After a little identification of the direction, he walked towards a rockery.

Behind the rockery is a deep cave, dark and bottomless.Ling Zimo walked in familiarly, found the mechanism and pressed it.

After a while, the sound of the stone door turning came through, and a secret passage was in sight.

Ling Zimo walked slowly, like taking a walk, and he didn't seem in a hurry.He was not in a hurry, but someone was in a hurry.

Watching the time of Shang Dynasty approaching every minute and every second, but the emperor still disappeared.Facing the huge and empty bedroom, An Deshun was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, circling around, "What should I do?"

"I should have gone with the emperor last night." An Deshun's bowels were turning green now.

Last night the emperor wanted to go out and let him guard in the bedroom.He felt that his master was highly skilled in martial arts, so there must be no problem, so he wanted to be lazy, and agreed without hesitation.

But the whole night passed, and the master still hadn't come back.Just now, a little eunuch told him that there seemed to be a thief in the palace last night. Although nothing was lost, no one was caught.

This frightened him even more. This "thief" who was not caught, could it be the emperor who returned to the palace after finishing his work?
However, An Deshun immediately denied his idea. With his master's martial arts, how could those guards find out?

An Deshun kept comforting himself, "It's definitely not the master. The master must have been delayed on the way. Yes, it must be so."

"Crack", the sound of heavy objects moving behind him interrupted An Deshun's thoughts.The inconspicuous bookshelf in the corner slowly opened.

A pair of moon-white gold silk dragon pattern boots stepped out from the secret passage, and that figure was exactly the person An Deshun had been talking about for most of the night.

"Ouch! Your Majesty, you are back." An Deshun hurried forward, excitedly not knowing what to do, "You haven't come back all night, so I'm in a hurry..."

"Changing clothes, going to court." Ling Zimo frowned at the chattering person in front of him, and his sharp eyes made An Deshun, who still had a lot to say, obediently shut up.

When changing clothes, An Deshun felt that something was wrong.Master looks like this, no matter how you look at it, it's strange.Yes, it's weird, the movements are a little slow and awkward.

Until when he was tidying Ling Zimo's neckline, he accidentally touched Ling Zimo's left shoulder.The frown was subtle, but he saw it.

"Your Majesty, you...?" An Deshun asked tentatively.

"Shoulder injury."

"Are you injured?" An Deshun panicked, "Why don't you tell me, the servant is going to get the medicine right now." After saying that, he turned to look for the medicine.

"No need, the medicine has been given." Ling Zimo said lightly, "Let's go."

Have you been on medication?when?When An Deshun was in a daze, Ling Zimo had already walked to the door.Before he had time to think about it, Ander stopped being entangled by the way, and hurriedly chased him out to keep up with his master.

In the early court, Ling Zimo sat on the dragon chair and listened quietly to the courtiers' reports and discussions on state affairs.There was still a dull pain in the left shoulder blade, and his face was even paler against the black court clothes.

The people below couldn't see it clearly, but An Deshun who was standing beside him could see it clearly, and couldn't help but start to worry about his master.

Fortunately, stick to it.

(End of this chapter)