Chapter 380

Huo Yan moved. The pain on his arm immediately reminded him of the causes and consequences of why he was lying here. The woman standing in front of him was slightly pale, with white cloth wrapped around her wrist and no blood on her lips.

"You... Saved me?" he said uncertainly. His eyes fell on the white cloth wrapped wrist, slightly sorry: "thank you."

Lin Yao hung his head expressionless: "saving people is my duty. Your highness, don't be polite."

This day and night, she always accompanied Huo Yan and never left for a moment.

Huo Yanding looked at her and rubbed his temple with his hand: "how long did the king sleep?"

"Day and night," she said faintly.

Huo Yan's lips were slightly hooked and showed a smile: "thank you for the assassin. I haven't slept so heavily for a long time."

Since xueluo died, she tossed and turned every night and couldn't sleep. In my dream, I always recall the fire light all over the sky again and again. In my ears, I recall the desperate cry of xueluo in the fire, torturing him again and again.

For a long time, he didn't feel so happy until dawn.

His self mockery made Lin Yao smile. She turned her head and looked at him: "what do you think now?"

Huo Yan smiled a little: "I feel a little hungry." with a joking look and a hateful smile, two red clouds flew up on Lin Yao's face. Huo Yan looked at her with determination. The face that was originally lack of blood color is becoming more and more pale. She stayed with him for as long as he slept, and never left.

Lin Yao's reaction made Huo Yan want to laugh, but he pulled the wound and made a dull hum in his throat.

Lin Yao hurried forward to look at him, carefully supported his arm, and whispered, "the wound is very deep. Your highness, it's better to have a good rest for a few days."

Huo Yan gave a cry, and the corner of his lips slightly recalled: "I'm a little grateful to this assassin. I haven't slept so happily for a long time, and there is a beautiful woman to accompany me."

Since xueluo died, he tossed and turned every night and couldn't sleep. There was always a huge fire in the dream. The light of the fire reflected on xueluo's soft face. The look of despair and helplessness on that face always made him angina pectoris... She jumped from the high platform and fell like a bright cloud... At this time, he would wake up from his dream with sweat wet back.

No one, like xueluo, accompanied him through the most difficult years with the most gentle smile and considerate care. He wanted to love her forever, but he couldn't keep her in the end.

What's more hateful is that he knows who killed xueluo, but he can't avenge her.

The disappointed color on Huo Yan's face startled Lin Yao slightly, but a moment later she understood that he seemed to think of the old man again.

Huo Yan remembered the days when he was exiled to Donglai. He was punished with forty sticks. The servant who executed him was the crown prince. He almost tried his best to beat him to death... He almost thought he was going to die on the spot. Everyone scolded him for disobedience and unfilial, but was he unfilial? They were clearly blaming him for coveting Huo Zheng's throne.

Why should Huo Zheng be his crown prince as soon as he was born, and take the initiative to crawl at Huo Zheng's feet and bow down to be a minister just because he was born a few years late? Everyone takes all this for granted. Of course, Huo Zheng will become the next emperor after his father, and he can only be a virtuous king.

Huo Yan refused to accept his fate. To be a virtuous king, let Huo Zheng, who is weak and has no opinion, do it. He is born to be the leader of the world, and the high position should belong to him.

Her mother was partial to Huo Zheng. In her eyes, only Huo Zheng was her own son and her dependence for the rest of her life. As for the father emperor, although he appreciates the younger son of "Yingguo me", he really wants him to abolish the long and establish the young, and he can't do anything about his eldest son, who has always been kind and generous.

Huo Yan disdained that rivers and mountains should have been inhabited by capable people. Didn't his father overturn Xiao's dizzy monarch and sit in the position of 95? Why can my father and emperor do it, but he can't?

Those ministers gathered together to attack, saying that they were ambitious, should not covet that position, and should not have the heart to replace it, just for their own selfishness. If the weak and gentle prince succeeded to the throne, most of their status would not be shaken, but if the capable king of Wei succeeded to the throne, he would get rid of the dead and vegetarian food one by one, leaving only the doers with clean government.

For their own selfishness and interests, they used many old excuses to support the prince's shaky position as a prince, such as "the prince is generous and gentle, the king of Wei is ambitious", "there has been a direct line since ancient times, there is no direct line, and the prince is both the direct line and the eldest son".

At this time, the two sons must abandon one. Even if the emperor could not bear it, he could only choose to protect the prince and exile his youngest son far away.

Lying in the bumpy carriage, the wound on his back is still bleeding... Huo Yan almost wants to die immediately. If Wen xueluo hadn't been around to comfort him, maybe he would have died on the way to Donglai.

Xueluo treated him so affectionately, but he didn't keep xueluo.

Huo Yan lowered his eyes, and Lin Yao sat on the side of the collapse. A pair of black eyes like painting looked at him with care in his eyes.

Huo Yan naturally saw the care in her eyes. He smiled faintly: "don't be afraid."

Naturally, she will not be afraid. Ordinary people will be afraid because they have something to ask for. They are afraid that what they ask for cannot be realized. And in her life, there was nothing to pray for and fear. What was there to fear?

The only thing she was afraid of was that he died of poisoning, which wasted her purpose of coming here.

Huo Yan's hand rubbed his temples and felt a little headache. The woman beside him exudes a faint smell of medicine. He always doesn't like the smell of herbs, but her breath is very comfortable, simple and faint fragrance.

He simply stretched out his hand and put it on Lin Yao's slender waist. Regardless of the woman's surprise, he directly took her into his arms, buried his head in her soft black hair and took a deep breath of intoxication.

Lin Yao smiled: "Lord, let go..."

Huo Yan naturally ignored the beauty who got it and smelled the light herbal aroma on her. He only felt comfortable physically and mentally: "I don't know why, my head won't hurt as soon as I smell the aroma on you."

Lin Yao lowered his eyes and said faintly, "maybe I'm infected with the medicinal gas of calming and relieving pain, which can relieve your Highness's discomfort."

Coincidentally? Where can there be such a coincidence? Headache is just the beginning. Soon you will feel that there is no pain all over your body. You can't live or die.

Lin Yao slowly lowered his head, and the smile on his lips flashed by.

After all, he lost too much blood. Huo Yan said a few words with her. He felt depressed and fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, he smelled a faint aroma in the tent. Huo Yan slowly turned his head. There was a strange flower in the corner of the tent. The flower was light purplish purple and was soaked in water.

In the past, xueluo also liked to put a Begonia or a sweet scented osmanthus on the table. Women are always very affectionate in such things. A little decoration and ornament can make the day lively and fragrant.

Hearing the sound from the collapsed side, Lin Yuan went to the bed with a medicine bowl and leaned down and sat down: "it's time for the king to drink medicine."

She must have been here all the time, so she could detect his movement at the first time.

"What flower is this?" Huo Yan's eyes turned to the lilac flower in the corner, with many overlapping petals, and the fragrance was mixed with a strange aroma. Lin Yao's hand holding the medicine bowl trembled slightly and said faintly, "it's the flower of Tianxiang cardamom, which has the effect of analgesia and refreshing."

"The medicine to dispel poison and cure injury for the Lord is the seed of Tianxiang cardamom." Lin Yao lightly added a sentence, but heard the man solemnly say, "the medicine that treats me is not it."

Lin Yao was stunned. He looked at his smiling eyes, and two red clouds suddenly appeared on his face.

She lowered her head silently. Huo Yan looked at her shy and timid appearance and slowly kissed her on the forehead.

Lin Yao quietly looked at his thin and handsome side face, and a haze flashed across his eyebrows.

He and she are now called blood compatible, and it is not in vain that she has suffered all these three years.

Every day and night for the past three years, she bit her handkerchief and endured the pain of fragmentation all over her body. What did she rely on to survive at that time?

With an unforgettable hatred.

A trace of sadness flashed in her eyes. When she raised her head again, she saw only a shallow smile. She still has a long way to go.

Because of the poison, Huo Yan now has a lot of things to avoid. Needless to say, he can't even eat eggs, ginger and beef.

Medicine is not as good as food. Military doctors also suggest taking some medicine diet, which is both delicious and nourishing. Lin Yao asked the group leaders to choose a fat and tender hen. He ground Angelica sinensis, rehmannia, Panax notoginseng and other herbs that replenish qi and blood into powder and wrapped them in a medicine bag. He stewed them over a low fire to make a medicinal chicken soup.

Huo Yan naturally doesn't like soup, but now he can only lie down on the collapse and let Lin Yao feed like a baby without hands.

These things are so light that a bird can fade out of people's mouth. Huo Yan frowned and wanted to lose his temper.

But his violent temper was useless when he met Lin Yao. Lin Yao ignored him at all. He liked to eat and didn't eat.

Huo Yan's green tendons on his forehead jumped happily. Finally, he silently drank the chicken soup in the bowl and ate two sweet and delicious sesame longan Panax notoginseng cakes.

Although it was soft and waxy, fragrant and sweet, it seemed to be for children. Huo Yan felt a little ashamed, but he ate it up without integrity.

It's delicious. After such a comparison, Huo Yan thought that even the pastry masters in the Palace should be pulled out and killed. What are they doing?