Qin Shang swallowed the medicine in a daze, opened his eyes, and looked at Yun Ziyi with a confused look.

Yun Ziyi: "..."

With eyes facing each other, the hall was strangely quiet for a moment.

Yun Ziyi silently helped him down and said, "Young master took the medicine and went to bed for a while, and he would be cured when he woke up in the morning."

Qin Shang didn't say anything, and lay on the pillow in a daze without any reaction.

But my body was not so trembling, maybe because of my soberness, but my face was still pale and looked particularly miserable and helpless.

Like a discarded puppy.

Yun Ziyi didn't know what she felt, so she spoke up and quickly turned around and left the imperial palace.

Qin Shang lay quietly for a while and felt the air quiet and almost silent. After a while, he climbed up from the bed stiffly, endured the pain, and moved little by little under the bed.

Emperor Xiu noticed his movements and looked up at him.

"Come on... Come on." Qin Shang turned his head and shouted out, and saw a boy in white coming in, holding the edge of the bed, and weakly said, "Change all the beds, change them to a clean set... serve the master to bed."

After saying that, he turned around and stumbled out, staggering, cold sweat all over his body rushed out of his pores, and soon wet his forehead again.

The young man who was ordered subconsciously turned his head to look at the Emperor Xiu sitting on the couch. Seeing that Emperor Xiu didn't say anything, he walked into the inner hall to change the mattress.

Qin Shang walked to the couch with unsteady steps, and cold sweat spread on his forehead. He lowered his eyebrows and eyes: "Master...Master, my subordinate stays here to disturb him, disturb his master's rest, my subordinate returns...Return..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned dark and he fell backwards.

Emperor Xiu's eyebrows and eyes cold. He reached out to catch him, looked at his pale face, pale lips, and big cold sweat on his face. His eyebrows finally frowned in a thin and unexpected manner, and looked up: "No need to change."

After saying that, he took the person back to the bed.

The boy in white lowered his eyebrows and left.

Emperor Xiu stood in front of the bed, his eyes falling on the boy's white clothes and bedding behind him, without saying a word.

A bright red blood stain was particularly eye-catching.

I don't know how long it took, Emperor Xiu slowly stretched out his hand, lifted the boy's white bedclothes with slender fingers, and all he could see were messy and terrifying beast scratches on his fair spine. The severe scars could almost be seen rolling up the flesh. The wound that had stopped bleeding after applying the medicine began to seep again, dyeing the snow-white clothes red.

The boy has a thin and well-proportioned figure. His long-term martial arts practice is tight and his lines are smooth. There is no trace of fat on his waist. He should have been a pleasing body.

But at this moment, there were so many messy blood marks, which destroyed such beauty.

I don't know how long I stood in front of the bed, Emperor Xiu put down his clothes, turned around and walked to the window, standing with his hands behind his back, and stared silently at the night view outside the window.

The top of the Nine Pavilions is located at a high place, with mountains stretching and vast. The lights in the valley reflect the whiteness everywhere where you can see, cold and holy, and pure.

The lights connect with the stars in the night sky, forming a magnificent night view on the top of the mountain.

The figure in white clothes is slender, cold and unconventional. The noble and cold air that comes from all over the body perfectly blends with the winter night on the top of the mountain. I don’t know which one is colder and which one is purer.

The night passed quietly and silently. Emperor Xiu looked at the night view of the mountains in front of the window and saw the dawn.

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Chapter completed!