Even hard-working people sometimes get sick. Dominic Han finally fell ill. His condition was so serious that he could not go to court at all and could only stay at home to recuperate.
Ever since, the King of Funing has been ranked first in the capital gossip rankings.
The emperor summoned the imperial doctor to see a doctor, and it was said that Dominic Han only had a cold. I prescribed the most effective medicine, but still no improvement.
Gradually, word spread in the streets and alleys that Dominic Han had been hit by a strange curse. In short, there were different opinions.
"Oliver Liu, stop reading with your broken voice. My ears can't stand it." Dominic Han was lying on the bed lying on his back, talking and laughing, and he was in good spirits.
Oliver Liu swallowed a little aggrievedly, obviously he dared not speak out in anger.
Dominic Han knew what song Oliver Liu was reporting in his heart, so he still kept smiling and said, "You can call that noble man with the loud voice."
To be honest, Dominic Han had a headache just listening to Cedric Hua's broken throat, so he didn't see him often. However, there are times when everything can be accommodated and compared, and there are times when circumstances have no choice.
After all, Huagui people are noble people. Even if they don't have the posture of inviting Kong Ming three times, they are not far away. When he entered Dominic Han's dormitory, he shouted: "I don't know a lot of Chinese characters, so I can't read them!"
"Let your master make gestures and you translate." Dominic Han pointed to Tristan Hua, the green onion standing next to Cedric Hua. Then, I closed my eyes and waited.
Of course Tristan Hua worked hard. After all, it was not an everyday word, but Tristan Hua couldn't explain why. Even if everyone was confused, Dominic Han could guess the meaning of eight or nine points without saying stop.
After an afternoon of fiddling with it, Tristan Hua's manual speed gradually slowed down.
"It's boring to read this, I'm about to fall asleep. Just read something else to cheer me up." Cedric Hua didn't listen to other people's opinions, took out a book from his arms and began to read loudly, "There is a single scholar in the Chen family of the capital. He was handsome and elegant, as gorgeous as a peach and plum, and as graceful as Pan Lang was alive. There was a prince in the court who admired her dragon-yang beauty and wanted to accept her, but was repeatedly rejected by him. He still refused to give up and wanted to use force. The peach blossoms were in full bloom that day... ..."
Everyone opened their mouths and said nothing.
Dominic Han closed his eyes and seemed to be listening attentively. And the content I read is getting hotter and hotter...
"When the prince saw the scholar, he was so upset that he wanted to take advantage of the fact that no one was around to take off Chen Shusheng's clothes and force him to commit adultery..."
Dominic Han remained silent.
Cedric Hua's face turned red to his neck and stopped.
"Why don't you continue?" Dominic Han finally opened his eyes, with a smile on his lips, which was quite evil.
"If you want to know the rest of the story, please listen to the explanation in the next chapter." Cedric Hua replied unequivocally to Dominic Han. Originally, he was planning to make Dominic Han slanderous, but he blamed himself for not living up to expectations. He really couldn't read anymore.
At this time, a servant brought freshly fried Chinese medicine. Dominic Han got up, drank it all in one gulp, and then lay down to sleep on his side with one arm on the pillow, "Cedric Hua, give this obscene book to Tristan Hua, Oliver Liu, go into the palace and have a look." Time flies, I'm afraid he can't stand it. Except Tristan Hua, everyone else will go out. "
Cedric Hua widened his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows. "I picked up the book to read by mistake. It was originally..."
Before he could say anything, Oliver Liu had already pulled him out of the door.
Before Tristan Hua had time to react, he saw Dominic Han twitching his fingers at him with a smile and patting the edge of the bed.
Tristan Hua obediently sat down by the bed. Seeing that Dominic Han was still sweating, Tristan Hua fanned Dominic Han dutifully and considerately.
"What have you been busy with these days?" Dominic Han smiled and pulled back Tristan Hua's hair hanging in front of his forehead. There was a faint medicinal fragrance around him.
"You can't take business, you can only wander around." Tristan Hua stopped fanning and gestured to reply, "I can only wander around the palace." Sometimes appropriate supplements are also needed.
Dominic Han said softly: "I heard from Oliver Liu that the lights in your house have been turned off very late recently?"
"Your Majesty is sick, so I'm naturally worried." Tristan Hua was obviously tired from the previous gestures, and his movements were very slow this time.
Dominic Han stretched out his hand and stroked Tristan Hua's face with his fingertips. "Are you worried enough to check the medicine prescribed for me by the imperial doctor?"
Tristan Hua's expression remained unchanged and he nodded repeatedly.
Dominic Han got closer to Tristan Hua, and his hot breath blew lightly on Tristan Hua's ear: "But you are really arrogant enough to eat my food. Do you think this food is a bit strong?"
Tristan Hua opened the fan to encourage Dominic Han.
"I don't eat outside food because I don't know the taste of food." Dominic Han licked it with his tongue, and Tristan Hua's earlobe felt slightly cold. "Eating food that you remember the taste of will not be easily exposed."
"You should also know that I am sleeping lightly; if I don't mess with Luan Feng, I'm afraid my nap will be gone." I couldn't sleep at night. Dominic Han's pupils began to shrink, and his fingers touched Tristan Hua's Adam's apple.
"Tristan Hua, you have worked hard for your benefactor. So I will not play charades with you today. I am immune to all poisons. But medicines are three-thirds poisonous, so the prescriptions prescribed by the imperial doctor, whether they are specific to my disease or not, will not affect me." It will be effective. "There is no cure for the disease.
Dominic Han blinked, K!ssed Tristan Hua's lips, and slowly began to exert force on the finger that was stroking Tristan Hua's Adam's apple. Tristan Hua made a "clucking" sound, not from his throat, but from the bones of his Adam's apple.
Tristan Hua didn't change color either. The corners of her eyes were pinched till they were bleeding, but the corners of her mouth were still smiling.
Dominic Han quickly let go and smiled: "You are really not afraid of death."
Tristan Hua bent over and coughed a few times, then explained manually: "A guest said that when people are about to die, they are more likely to have an erection."
Dominic Han concealed his smile and leaned over, his eyes flashing with aura, showing a charm that even a fox could not match: "Seriously..."
The cold wind blew outside the house, and the sound of nightfall suddenly became clear in the evening.
With a few "bangs", the wooden door suddenly took off all the pins and swept towards the bed.
Dominic Han turned his back to the door and waved his arm to block it. The exquisite wooden door instantly fell into pieces and collapsed in all directions.
Tristan Hua opened his eyes wide and didn't catch a breath. He rolled his eyes easily and fell to the bed unconscious. Dominic Han glanced at him, turned around and tied up the robe hanging on his body.
Outside the door, a slightly regretful voice came: "The material of this door is not bad."
The setting sun shines elegantly with golden light.
Dominic Han flicked the sawdust that fell on his shoulder with one hand, tied up his hair, and prepared for war: "Brother, I am still settling accounts with my male favorite."
It was Han Yan who came. He leaned against the green bamboo outside the door and shook his head: "Anyway, he has fainted. Let's take care of it first. But having said that, you are not as sick as I thought."
"Of course, otherwise why would the elder brother show up? I would like to thank you for the bird you sent to remind me of my illness."
Before Dominic Han could finish his words, Han Yan had already come out and said, "It's a poison, not a disease."
Dominic Han jumped up and the two brothers met in mid-air...
The red sun has already set in the west, casting its last glow on the earth.
At the beginning, the two sides started to rain down fists and kicks, refusing to give in to each other, and they were evenly matched.
Gradually, Dominic Han felt tightness in his chest, he couldn't keep up with his speed, and his vision was a little blurry. Without paying attention, Han Yan flew to his side and slapped his left shoulder.
Dominic Han was hit and landed on one knee. Even if he supported the ground with his hands, he couldn't control it and stepped back several feet, stirring up smoke and dust all over the ground.
Under the severe injury, Dominic Han held his breath, coughed, controlled the shaking of his body, and took a breath of turbid breath, which turned into a ball of white smoke in the cold wind.
"Have our accounts been settled?" Dominic Han stood up with difficulty: "You just escaped from the exile and you are so eager to seek revenge on me. Do you really hate me so much?"
Han Yan was silent and looked at him with a sneer.
From being in power to being exiled to a different place, all of this was thanks to Dominic Han. If he said he didn't hate him, no one would believe him.
"Then if I pardon you and reinstate you, and return everything to you, does that count as letting you take revenge?" Dominic Han straightened his head, spoke slowly, and made eye contact with him.
The two eyes are so similar.
No matter what the grudges are, brothers are still brothers.
Sunset and moonrise. Under the moon, people's shadows lengthen and become lighter.
Han Yan said coldly: "Those who have been poisoned by the poison 'Jianli', without an antidote, are waiting to die slowly. Mr. Han, you are afraid that no one will help the emperor after you die, so you came to me, right?"
Dominic Han didn't say anything. When his Qi passed through his acupoints, he turned back and glanced at the unconscious Tristan Hua. There was no door in the house, and the night wind was blowing randomly inside. He could really endure it, and he could actually lie motionless in such a cold place.
"Brother, do you want to say a word?"
"I will come back after the people who betrayed me are punished." Han Yan didn't waste any time and walked to Dominic Han's side with a smile.
Dominic Han raised his eyebrows: "You mean Pan Shangxi?"
"Yes, that's him."
"Han Yan, are you making things difficult for me?" Everyone knows that Pan Shangxi's second uncle Pan Ke is the general marshal of the army and a close minister of Dominic Han, and now he has military power.
"If you are sincere, give up your car to protect your handsome man. As for whether that handsome man is worth protecting, you decide for yourself; I don't care." Han Yan's voice was light but powerful.
When Oliver Liu hurried back, he found out that an accident had happened in the mansion, and hurried to the study where Dominic Han was resting temporarily.
Dominic Han was flipping through the book, the sound of the paper turning was very loud, and he didn't know who he was arguing with; Tristan Hua was sleeping on the couch, soundly and peacefully.
Although Oliver Liu was still a little unclear about the situation, he still dutifully accepted the crime first.
Dominic Han didn't blame him for anything and told him to get up.
"Master, Your Majesty..." Oliver Liu knew that his master was in a bad mood, so he replied calmly.
"Tell him I'm dead." Dominic Han interrupted rudely, turning the book so hard that he tore a page.
"Master, this---"
"Do I have to send my spiritual body to the palace for him to believe it? I'll ask Ethan Liu to order it tomorrow!"
Oliver Liu no longer dared to play with chess pieces in the study, and retreated obediently.
After a while, Dominic Han stood up and hit Tristan Hua on the face with his book: "You can keep pretending to be fainted if you can. We will help you order a coffin tomorrow. Bury him alive!"
Tristan Hua sat up straight in horror, glanced around, and touched the beaten half of his face, which was burning.
After that, Dominic Han was not embarrassed and suddenly grabbed his shoulder and asked: "What will you do if I die?"
Tristan Hua was stunned for a while, and then made a gesture of crying bitterly.
"Okay, okay! It's better for me to set up a memorial tablet for myself. It's more practical and I don't have a conscience. I'll go get it tomorrow. It would be nice to pick some wild flowers and attract some colorful butterflies on the way." Dominic Han squeezed onto the couch. Use the same pillow as Tristan Hua.
"Tristan Hua, can you dream?"
Tristan Hua shook his head, his eyes looking confused, as if he couldn't follow Dominic Han's thinking for the first time.
"I haven't dreamed for a long time." Dominic Han suddenly thought of something and raised the corner of his mouth, "Tristan Hua, this is called the sleeping point. I allow you to click here and let me have a good rest."
Tristan Hua waved his hand.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know martial arts. Oliver Liu and the others are troublesome. I don't know how long I will have to sleep if they click on it. If you click on it, I won't be able to sleep too well." Dominic Han's deceptive words made people listen. My body and mind began to feel numb.
Tristan Hua, who was seduced by Dominic Han, actually took action.
Of course it wasn’t the first click, but several clicks.
Dominic Han finally got the trick, and he slowly let go of Tristan Hua's hand, and he fell asleep.
When Dominic Han woke up and rubbed his eyes, he found Tristan Hua staring at him with a complicated expression.
"If I help you solve the problem and let you kill Pan Shangxi with peace of mind, will you be able to sleep peacefully?"
Seeing him wake up, Tristan Hua gestured slowly.
Dominic Han stepped forward and pinched his chin, squinting his eyes: "You are really pretending to be dizzy, you heard everything."
"When you were sleeping, you kept saying 'I can't die yet', a total of twenty-six times." Tristan Hua continued, avoiding the topic of pretending to be fainted.
Dominic Han pursed his lips, tiredness faintly showing in his expression.
After fourteen years of sleeplessness, the tiredness had formed an everlasting ice in his body, trying to drag him to sleep.
And Tristan Hua's gesture continued: "Generalissimo Pan Ke and I also have a relationship, I can give it a try."
Dominic Han's hand dropped from his chin, but he still smiled half-heartedly: "Then you try your backcourt friendship. If it succeeds, I will satisfy your request, as long as I can fulfill it. "
Tristan Hua nodded happily.
Dominic Han sighed and turned his head to look south.
Not far from the south is the imperial palace, where his emperor Zhou Huaijing lived.
The night was quiet all around, with not even a breath of wind.
Facing the direction of the Golden Palace, Dominic Han remained silent and finally lowered his eyes.
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