Every male protagonist wants to fuck me

Chapter 247 And use the title to lure the king's heart (35)

The crisp sound of jade and stone colliding resounded in the quiet hall.

With his back facing the direction of the bed, Xi Ning sat cross-legged on the soft couch, and unhurriedly dropped the black chess piece in his hand.

The last move on the chess record falls.

Xi Ning raised his hand and pressed his temple, then turned his head to look in the direction of the bed.

The person on the bed lay silently, as if falling asleep.

The premise is to ignore his slightly frowning brows and sweat-soaked forehead hair.

It has been six hours.

She moved back to the side hall of Zhaohe Hall, and before she could even touch the bed, the imperial eunuch hurriedly knelt down in front of her, saying that His Majesty had fainted again.

From last night to this morning, the little Lord God has not woken up once.

Xi Ning doubted whether he could persist for five months.

Ordering someone to bring in all the memorials, Xi Ning propped his chin, opened his dead fish eyes, and began to read the memorials with a blank expression.

*
When Jun Zhuo woke up, it was almost dusk.

Xi Ning just stuffed a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth, when he raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the little Lord God getting out of bed while rubbing his temples.

"My lord is awake."

As soon as Xi Ning opened his mouth, he couldn't help but yawned.

Jun Zhuo's movement of putting on her shoes froze, her eyes fell on Xi Ning's face, she condensed on her lower eyelids for a moment, and then continued to put on her shoes with an understatement.

He took one side of the coat and put it on, walked to sit opposite Xi Ning.

"You've been here all this time?" Jun Zhuo frowned, looking at Xi Ning whose eyelids could hardly be opened, his face was a little ugly.

Xi Ning rubbed his face, trying his best to keep his brain running slowly.

Hearing the little Lord God's question, she nodded slowly.

"I've sealed the news, and I've found excuses to evade it in the early morning, my lord, the next step is up to you."

While talking, Xi Ning couldn't help lying on the table, and his heavy eyelids closed.

Jun Zhuo's originally dignified expression turned helpless after touching the faint black eyes of the girl.

He walked up to the girl, hugged her to the bed, and gently tucked in the bedding, before returning to the pile of memorials, opening them and continuing to read.

In the next half month, the little Lord God rarely fainted again.

A few days ago, Xi Ning kept guarding him closely, but seeing that he seemed to be fine a few days later, he moved back to the side hall with peace of mind.

Unexpectedly, on the nights when she was not around, the boy could not sleep all night, curled up on the bed in pain, his limbs were convulsed by the pain.

*
One afternoon, Xi Ning mentioned that the lotus in the royal temple was just in bloom.

The boy stopped his pen to correct the memorial, raised his alienated and indifferent eyes, and looked at her quietly.

"You want to go to the royal monastery?"

Xi Ning responded with a big smile, "Would you like to accompany me, sir?"

So the two changed into casual clothes and sneaked out of the palace.

They set off in the afternoon, and when they arrived at the royal monastery, it happened to be sunny noon.

The sun is scorching, and the heat is in full swing.

The lake surface reflects the sunlight, sparkling.

The pink and white petals are hidden in the green lotus leaves, emerging from the mud but not stained, slim and graceful, neither spreading nor branching.

Jun Zhuo stopped in the gazebo in the middle of the lotus pond, looked at the energetic Xi ​​Ning, and said softly, "I'll wait for you here."

Xi Ning held the railing of the gazebo, pulled away from the scene of the lotus, and turned his head to look at Jun Zhuo suspiciously.

"Aren't you going to go in and have a look?"

"No." The man lowered his eyelids, his slender and thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his delicate and beautiful skin seemed to be glowing white under the bright sunlight.

If the little Lord God doesn't go in, he must have his own considerations.

She better not force it.

Xi Ning looked at the lotus for a while, then walked through the corridor and entered the place where the temple asked for marriage.

On the big tree with gnarled branches, a variety of red silk cloths hang down.

Xi Ning looked up at the red silk cloth, thinking of the fact that the little lord said that her marriage thread was broken, the idea of ​​wanting to tie one was not so strong.

She stood under the tree, put her hands together, closed her eyes, and looked devout.

I hope she can live a life of salted fish as she wishes.

As soon as Xi Ning left, the face of the indifferent little Lord God changed drastically, and the veins on the back of his hand with bulging veins were clearly visible. He propped up the stone table and barely maintained a standing posture.

His throat was sweet, and he couldn't help coughing hard.

Bright red blood splashed from his mouth on the ground, stone table, and stone bench.

He raised his knuckle-boned fingers and pressed them against his heart. The rosy-purple light wrapped around the overloaded body in a net shape, trying to repair the burst blood vessels inside.

After a long minute passed, the rose-purple light disappeared.

Jun Zhuo knelt on the ground with all his strength, clutching his sharp and painful chest, looking at the gray ground with blurred vision.

Breathing becomes increasingly difficult.

At the last second when he lost consciousness, rose-purple beads gushed out of his body one after another, floating in one direction.

Xi Ning opened her eyes, and the rose-purple beads sank into her heart one by one under her eyelids.

Xi Ning:? ? ?
How is this going?

A not-so-good idea flashed in his mind, and Xi Ning quickly ran to the pavilion where the little lord god was.

In the gazebo, a young man with a face like a jade crown was lying faintly on the ground, and there was a glaring pool of blood on the ground near his head.

Xi Ning's fingers were trembling, and he helped the little god to sit on the stone bench with difficulty.

"My lord, my lord, wake up."

Xi Ning patted his face.

The pitch-black eyes opened, and the sharp dark light flashed away.

Xi Ning's wrist was firmly clamped, the strength made her frown.

She raised her eyes to let him relax, but she met a pair of black eyes with a temperament obviously different from that of the little master god.

"Ah Jue...?"

Xi Ning stared at him and spoke hesitantly.

The man had just woken up, and his consciousness was still a little sleepy, but he subconsciously grabbed Xi Ning's wrist.

At this moment, when Xi Ning called him, the mist in his eyes gradually dissipated.

He took out a letter from his arms stiffly, as if it had been programmed, and handed the letter to her eyes.

Xi Ning opened it, and the words on the letter paper floated in the air, obviously left by the little Lord God.

"I wanted to arrange everything for you before leaving, but my divine power was exhausted too quickly. In order to fulfill my promise, I used my last divine power to wake up the fragment and let him spend the remaining 50 years with you."

The words on the letter paper disappeared the moment she read it, turning into a blank piece of paper.

Xi Ning squeezed the letter paper, and stared at Murong Jue with dark eyes.

My lord's arrangement...

Can't you clear Murong Jue's memory by the way?

"Ah Jue..." Xi Ning forced a smile, looked at the young man in front of him with a little embarrassment, and his memory went back to the scene where they were arguing by the bathtub.

Now recall, ah ah ah ah!How could she do such a childish thing!

Murong Jue glanced at the surrounding buildings, and frowned imperceptibly.

"Why are we here?"

He remembered that they were clearly arguing in the palace...

(End of this chapter)