The emperor's plan: to rule the world

Chapter 880
Li Jin was so painful that he almost lost his breath and passed out, but seeing Si Zhuoyuan who was obviously not right at this time, he was even more at a loss, completely unaware of what happened.

But that didn't stop him from knowing his dangerous situation, being in the same room with a drunk, unconscious lunatic, who knows what's going to happen next.

Li Jin raised his intact hand and reached for a string of small bells hanging by the bed.

If he remembered correctly, as soon as the bell rang, shadow guards would come in, as long as someone could stop him.

But Si Zhuoyuan moved faster than him, and stepped forward to hold down his hand. His strength was a little stronger, and his hand was not heavy, and there was another crisp sound that made the scalp tingle, and Li Jin muffled With a snort, his face was instantly pale as snow.

Si Zhuoyuan lowered his head slowly, looked down at the pale man, frowned, and slowly reached out his hand to brush his slightly frowning eyes.

Then, he lowered his head slowly.

……

The night, stained by thick ink, has no stars and no moon, and it is so dark that there is no trace of light.

Under the flickering candlelight, the night was dim, and time passed slowly at an imperceptible speed.

When Si Zhuoyuan woke up again, he felt a splitting headache, as if his brain had been pierced by countless steel needles. He slowly opened his eyes, facing the bright sunlight coming in from the window, he was stunned for a moment, It seems that I haven't recovered where I am.

After regaining his senses, he sat up slowly, pressed his slender fingers on his forehead, and began to recall what happened last night.

However, thinking about it this time, Si Zhuoyuan's face slowly became stiff, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple like a revolving lantern, and finally completely darkened.

The expression on that face, which had always been as immobile as a mountain, could be called heaven and earth shattering at this moment.

He lifted off the brocade quilt covering his body, and saw that his body was intact but obviously changed into a new set of clothes, his face turned pale, green and white, it was simply wonderful.

But right now he was in a terrible mood.

Si Zhuoyuan hurriedly changed his clothes and got out of bed, not caring how embarrassed he was with his disheveled clothes at the moment, he directly called for someone to come in: "Come here."

A black shadow flashed, and a black shadow silently knelt down in front of him.

Si Zhuoyuan dressed quickly, and asked, "Where is Li Jin?"

The shadow guard, who has always been well-trained, was silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "Report to the lord, Mr. Li, he...has left the imperial capital early this morning."

Si Zhuoyuan paused: "Why didn't you stop him?"

The shadow guard was silent again for a while, and then said: "Report to the prince, Mr. Li... When he came out of the prince's room, he was very... very embarrassed."

Si Zhuoyuan paused.

More than embarrassment?
In the limited memory of last night, he broke at least two of his hands, regardless of other injuries on his body, and...

Si Zhuoyuan pursed his lips, and after a long while, asked lightly, "How is he?"

The shadow guard said: "Your body is full of injuries. Mr. Li went to the doctor for a brief look and applied some medicine. Then he came back to wash and change the clothes for the prince. He left as soon as the city gate opened early in the morning."

Si Zhuoyuan stood there quietly, without speaking for a long time.

(End of this chapter)