Yun Ziyi has been an omnipotent immortal king for so many years that he has never even shown his occasional tiredness to others, let alone such a messy mess covered in blood.
He has never been willing or willing to cause trouble to others. He has the power to help the world while being independent, even if he no longer has the ability to turn his hands to make clouds or rain after coming to this world. Despite his cultivation, he was often sick and injured, and he never thought that he would become a powerless burden.
He shouldn't be brave. He knew that his physical condition might not be able to withstand such a long journey, but he still followed him on his own initiative. Not only did he make so many people worry about him, but it also delayed everyone's schedule.
For something as big as a flood, if we delay for a moment longer, there will be countless disasters and mistakes, and even many more lives will be lost.
He is a mortal now, just a mortal. With so many experienced flood control officials around, he may not really be able to help.
He should understand.
Qi Yao's eyes were covered, the blood in front of his eyes faded, and his disordered heartbeat gradually returned to a steady state in the darkness as silent as night.
After calming down, the touch on his face became more obvious.
This hand was slender and soft, with the palm still somewhat warm, but the fingertips were too cold, and there was an uncontrollable tremor.
"Sir, I'm not afraid, and I won't look at it either." Qi Yao grasped the hand covering his face, hugged him gently, hiding all his embarrassment and fragility in his arms, and said warmly He coaxed, "How about we go back, check our pulse, take medicine, and we will get better soon."
Xu was soothed by the dark and warm embrace, and Yun Ziyi gradually recovered. He had always been peaceful, but there was still a burning pain in his internal organs. Leaning on Qi Yao's shoulder, he adjusted it little by little with slow and heavy breathing, and his mind became clearer little by little.
Hiding here won't help, it's just a waste of time.
Although... for a person who has lived for thousands of years, being coaxed like a child by his own students seems to be more embarrassing than being covered in blood and falling to the ground.
"I'm fine." Yun Ziyi spoke again. Although his voice was still weak and hoarse, it was much calmer, "Let's go back."
"Okay, let's go back, sir. I'm not feeling well now. I'll carry Mr. back, okay?" Qi Yao's arms tightened a little. Although he was asking, he was already trying to pick him up.
After Yun Ziyi heard this, although he was a little ashamed, he understood his situation, so he stopped being pretentious and said softly: "Yes."
Qi Yao's heart suddenly He relaxed a lot and immediately picked up Yun Ziyi. Although he was still young, he had been practicing in the martial arts field since he was a child. He held the clear Yun Ziyi, still walking steadily, and quickly returned to the carriage.
This was the first time he saw Mr. like this.
It’s like the immortal who has always been “independent between heaven and earth, with the breeze scattering orchid snow” has been cut open and flawlessThe outer shell rarely reveals the real and lovely inside.
This calm and gentle gentleman will also be vulnerable and evasive when he is stirred up, and he will deceive himself and cover his eyes, as if to hide his embarrassment. .
It will be like this moment, hiding in his arms real and vivid.
Qi Yao couldn't help but feel a little lucky that all this was under his eyes.
Since he is a mortal with seven emotions and six desires, and he can have such an unreasonable and even rebellious love, why can't he expect his sweetheart to fall in love with him one day?
The young prince, who was born with no equal in dignity, knew nothing he could not ask for. Except for the reversal of life and death, there was nothing he could not obtain.
I wishfully concluded that it would be the same this time.
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Perhaps it was more embarrassing to be coaxed and hugged by the students than to be in a mess. When the imperial doctor came to check his pulse again, Yun Ziyi didn't feel anything wrong even though the blood stains were still on his clothes.
"Why is your body always like this, sir? It has been so many years, no matter how you treat it, it is not getting better." Qi Yao noticed the invisible frown of the imperial doctor when diagnosing the pulse, and asked hurriedly.
"Your Highness, Mr. Yun, this is a weak disease brought from the womb. It can only be nursed back to health slowly..." The imperial doctor's voice gradually became lower and he became less confident. "Let's see if there is a cure." Maybe."
Qi Yao has heard these words countless times over the years, and when he hears them again now, his heart is still heavy and painful.
He understands the words of these imperial doctors. In this way, there is no possibility of cure.
[If it cannot be cured, what will happen to you, sir? ]
Qi Yao thought about this question many times, but never dared to ask it.
He was extremely afraid of hearing the answer he didn't want to hear.
Yun Ziyi could hear what he was thinking, but she could only sigh silently, unable to answer his questions.
After all, this so-called weakness is not only because of his poor physical condition, but also because of the system.
In other words, the system gave him this disease in order to make his frequent vomiting of blood less sudden.
These things related to the system cannot be explained to others, so Yun Ziyi could only say softly: "I am fine, Your Highness, don't worry."
He always said that he was fine. .
Qi Yao pursed his lips, nodded slightly, and waved his hand for the imperial doctor to go down to work.
Yun Ziyi noticed that he was in a bad mood, but the burning pain in his heart was still there. His vision was a little blurry, and his mind was even dizzy. There was really nothing he could do but hold him gently. hand, signaling his reassurance.
Qi Yao held the slightly cold hand tightly, raised it to his cheek, and rubbed it gently, with an extremely dependent and caring look on his face: "I know, sir, he will get better, for sure.It will get better. "
In an almost whispering tone, I don't know whether this was meant for Yun Ziyi to listen to, or to himself.
Yun Ziyi sighed slightly, stopped speaking, and closed his eyes to take a nap. .
He knew that as long as he did not fail the mission, no matter how weak he was, he would not die, but he could not tell him, but there was a shadow of doubt in his heart.
The person in front of him was extremely dependent on him. Could this young man really be the ruthless king who murdered his master who had been with him for many years after being instigated by others?
Even though he is getting older, his character cannot be the same. It is normal for an emperor to be suspicious and jealous after sitting in that high and cold position for several years.
But I am afraid there are other reasons for this. It's not easy to think about.
It was a coincidence that this person came just as he was thinking about it.