The evil king protects the short

298 Chapter 1
With the sound of "there is an assassin", the imperial guards rushed into Jinluan Palace one after another. Seeing the guards coming, the clever Tongchun pointed at Yelu Yueji who was pushed to the ground and was in a panic for a while.

"She is an assassin!" Tong Chun pointed at Yelu Yueji, looking at the concubine Ling who was tightly hugged by the emperor, he felt relieved.

Seeing the disheveled Princess Yueji lying on the ground, the imperial guards turned to look at the frowning emperor who was hugging the concubine Ling, and really believed the words of the palace maid Tongchun.

"Your Majesty, how to deal with it?"

"...Put it in the dungeon first!" Gritting his teeth, Zong Zehong said coldly.

When Yeluyueji heard that she would be put into the dungeon, she suddenly crawled up to Zong Zehong, but before she touched him, she was already arrested by the guards.

"Brother Hong, you can't treat Yue Ji like that...you've got the magic sound powder...you can't live without me..."

Crying, Yelu Yueji's voice became farther and farther away soon...

Many court ladies and eunuchs were poking their heads into the bedroom, and the emperor was furious just now, not because they didn't go in, but because they didn't dare.

Tears could not stop falling from Ni Ling's eyes.

Zong Zehong wrapped his palms around the back of her head and ran along her back, but he didn't know how to comfort her. There were countless voices in his head disturbing his thoughts, making him unable to think about anything.

Tong Chun naturally knew that at this time, the emperor and his master should be left alone with each other.

So, quietly, she retreated to the inner room and walked towards the door of the bedroom palace.

At the moment when the door of the palace was closed, Zong Zehong, who had imprisoned Ni Ling in his arms, could no longer hold on, and fell limply to the ground.

With tears in his eyes, Ni Ling, who was sobbing continuously, suddenly heard a muffled groan, and suddenly opened his tearful eyes, innocently looking at Zong Zehong who fell on the ground.

Sniffing, Ni Ling, whose mind was blank a moment ago, choked up when he saw Zong Zehong go to the end, and knelt down in front of Zong Zehong in a daze.

The nasal sound is thick, and the voice is waxy and soft.

"Zong... Zong Zehong?"

A cold little hand suddenly rested on the back of Zong Zehong's.

"Zong Zehong, what's wrong with you?" Zong Zehong could feel tears dripping from his crystal-clear purple eyes.

"I... I'm going to call someone! Wait..."

Seeing that the usually strong and healthy person suddenly behaved like this, Ni Ling suddenly stood up in desperation, wanting to call someone outside the palace.

But at the moment when Zong Zehong left Zong Zehong's hand, Zong Zehong frowned and held her tightly.

"Don't go, Ling'er."

The hoarse and weak magnetic sound was no longer cold and ruthless as before. Zong Zehong tried to straighten up, but he couldn't.

"Well... I didn't leave, I'm here."

The tear-filled purple eyes were wide open, and Ni Ling approached Zong Zehong's handsome face.

"But what's the matter with you? Are you unwell?"

"Baby...listen to me..."

With his black eyes half-opened, Zong Zehong felt the little face so close, and his thin lips lightly touched her cheek.

"It was all a misunderstanding just now, my baby Ling'er, please don't cry?"

"Okay, I won't cry." Wiping away the tears in her eyes, Ni Ling said anxiously, "Then tell me what's wrong with you!"

"I'm fine." Pretending to be calm, Zong Zehong stroked Ni Ling's smooth and smooth black hair, "Ling'er, help me lie down on the couch and stay with me."

How could it be possible for Zong Zehong to tell Ni Ling that he was feeling weak, dizzy, and suffering from chest pains so badly that he was going crazy?
He doesn't want her to worry.

Moreover, seeing Ling'er in that scene just now was so sad, at this moment, there was only one thought in his mind. .

(End of this chapter)