At this moment, his mind went blank.

I couldn't even decide whether I should get out of bed and kneel down at this time with the consequences of my bone breaking again, or...

Emperor Xiu took off his shoes and raised his foot to the bed.

Save him for his difficulties.

Because someone was unable to move his body at the moment, he bent down and took off his outer robe, avoided Qin Shang's body and moved it to the inside of the bed, and lay down slowly.

Qin Shang's body became stiff again uncontrollably.

His lips trembled slightly, and he was still staring in the direction outside the bed like he was lost, and he couldn't react for a while.

"Turn your head." Di Xiu's voice was light, and he couldn't hear the joy and anger. "Let me see what you look like after changing your face."

After the sentence finished, the only blood on Qin Shang's face faded away again.

Turning his head mechanically, he closed his eyes to restrain his uneasiness and whispered: "I...I'm dirty, and the smell here is not good either..."

There was an unconcealed tremor in the voice, and I don’t know if it was fear or nervousness.

"Hmm?" Emperor Xiu's voice was lazy, and he could not speak at night. "Do you don't want me to stay here?"

Qin Shang's face changed: "No--"

"Shut up." Emperor Xiu said lightly, "I don't really want to listen to you now."

Qin Shang closed his eyes and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Emperor Xiu half supported his forehead and looked at his face silently, and the more he looked at him, the more uncomfortable he felt.

This face is not only pale and haggard, but has no vitality at all, but looks like it has suddenly become much older... The Lord of the Pavilion did not know that this was a vicissitudes, but the more he looked at it, the more he became disliked, so he couldn't help but frown.

The Pavilion Master used to be at the top of the Nine Pavilions and never showed his expression. It can even be said that he never had any fluctuations in his expression.

There is not much difference between Yuhuan and becoming an immortal.

But when he arrived at the Lingguo Palace, his brows would be frowned from time to time these days. In fact, there was nothing special about it, but in Qin Shang's eyes, it almost made his blood in his body solidify instantly, and his face turned pale a little bit.

The body covered by the thin quilt trembled unconsciously. He grabbed the bedding tightly, but could not suppress his loss of control.

"What are you shaking?" Emperor Xiu frowned a little deeper, "It still hurts?"

Qin Shang's face was blocked by his hair, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but his body trembling could not be controlled.

Emperor Xiu looked at him silently, and for a moment, he reached into the thin quilt and grabbed his wrist.

Qin Shang froze.

Pressing his fingertips on his wrist, Emperor Xiu quietly tried his pulse, and couldn't help frowning again: "Mens."

Qin Shang bit his lips: "..."

If this sentence was said by someone else, he would have lazily refuted that he was an empress, not a full-time doctor. Besides, Zixi's medical skills are much better than ordinary doctors, and he is definitely not as good as a quack doctor.

But this sentence was said by Emperor Xiu, and he dared not refute it.

Emperor Xiu let go of his wrist, raised his hand to the back of his neck, brushed away his messy hair, pressed his fingertips on the acupoint he was about to find, and pressed it with force.

Qin Shang's body trembled violently, and a scream almost blurted out, but he was pressed into his throat.

He clenched his lips tightly, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. He lay weakly on the pillow, making a rapid breath.

Fear once again occupied my heart.
Chapter completed!