Chapter 337 Inseparable from the Lamp
Seeing being bound, Mu Yan’s eyes turned red.
Gao Qian turned a blind eye and slowly leaned down, looked at him closely, and said quietly: "I always remember that in the wind and snow, you played a piece of music that touched my heart and moved my ears. Tears."
Mu Yan whined, and Gao Qian frowned in disgust.
Someone immediately stepped forward and blocked Mu Yan's mouth.
Gao Qian took a step back, straightened up, and looked at him contemptuously: "Do you want to tell her?"
Mu Yan stared at her eyes, and the sound she made seemed to be trying her best to persuade, or maybe she was struggling. Pleading.
Gao Qian shook his head gently: "You, instead of thinking about telling her at this time, you should worry about your own life."
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and Mu Yan was forcibly dragged away. Walk.
Qian Ming stretched his head and glanced at the distant shadow, full of suspicion. He knew that Mu Yan was always there, but the emperor really didn't know?
Looking at the person standing in front of him with his back turned, he heard an inaudible sigh.
"Don't let me down..."
Huh?
Qian Ming frowned, his head was already confused. He licked his lips, wondering whether he should respond. The words did not seem to be meant for him.
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It was late at night, and the room was very dark. Through the window, you could see the palace lanterns in the distance, flickering in the cold wind.
Mu Yan's hands were tied and his mouth was gagged. He listened carefully and heard nothing but the whistling of the wind.
At this time, the guard should have fallen asleep.
Mu Yan slowly moved his body away, revealing a piece of broken porcelain.
While struggling with them, he deliberately knocked over the vase and hid it secretly when no one was prepared.
Mu Yan tilted her body, reluctantly picked up the porcelain pieces, cut the rope with all her strength, and stared at the door, for fear of someone coming in next moment.
I don’t know how long it took, but when my wrists were loosened, the rope finally broke.
Mu Yan threw away the gag rag and walked quietly to the door. He pulled it with his hand and the door was locked outward.
Mu Yan walked around the room. The room was not big, with debris piled everywhere. There was only a small window on the wall, which could not be opened.
Unable to do anything, Mu Yan had to go back to the door and knock on the door softly. After a while, there was a sound outside the door, cursing and warning him.
Mu Yan's eyes moved, and he kicked the piled debris hard. There was a loud crash, which was particularly obvious in the quiet night.
The guard outside the door even cursed inside the room.
Mu Yan no longer made a sound, as if he was dead.
It was too quiet, and the guard was finally worried. He unlocked the door and came in to check. The moment he put his head in, Mu Yan took a candlestick and smashed it hard.
The waiter screamed, sticky liquid dripping down his forehead and all over his face.
Mu Yan pushed the person away and ran out like crazy, with only one destination in sight, Hanguang Palace!
The call of the chamberlain echoed through the night behind him, quickly alerting more people.
Mu Yan ignored him and ran away with his head buried. Strangely enough, except for the palace servants who were chasing after him, there was no imperial army.
Without any time to think, Mu Yan rushed straight to the door of Hanguang Hall. The door was knocked open with a bang, and he almost fell in.
The palace guard who was watching the night woke up and suddenly saw Mu Yan's embarrassed expression, and was startled as if he had seen a ghost.
"Bold Mu Yan, what are you going to do?"
Mu Yan ignored her and rushed to the inner hall with an anxious expression.
Xianglan heard the noise and came out. She was startled when she saw the person coming: "Mu Yan, what are you doing?"
Mu Yan bypassed her and went straight to Liang Han. 's bedroom.
Xianglan chased after him: "Are you looking for the empress?"
Mu Yan stopped and looked back at her, nodding her head repeatedly, her red eyes filled with anxiety.
Xianglan couldn't help being frightened and said: "The Lord is ill, and the empress went to the Tai Chi Hall."
Mu Yan's expression froze and he stood blankly.
Seeing him like this, Xianglan asked anxiously: "What happened? Why are you so panicked?"
Mu Yan was shaken by her, came to his senses, turned around and went back to the hall. Run outside. As soon as he left the courtyard of Hanguang Hall, the people chasing him had already blocked the road ahead, as if they had been waiting for a long time.
Qian Ming walked up from behind and sighed heavily: "You said you were so late at night, why are you bothering?"
As soon as the words fell, Mu Yan was tied up and blocked again. Shut up.
Mu Yan began to struggle again.
Qian Ming patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't bother, I was ordered to take you to see it. Why did you come in such a long circle?"
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After that, he sighed and went to Tai Chi Hall.
Qian Ming took him in through the side door. The east room of Tai Chi Hall, which used to be brightly lit, only had a candle burning, and it was blocked by layers of thick curtains, making it even darker.
Qian Ming opened the curtain, revealing a crack that was enough to see everything.
Mu Yan opened her eyes wide.
The emperor's dark hair was disheveled and he was wearing only a single coat. He was sitting on the bed. The slightly open skirt revealed his excessively fair skin, which was in sharp contrast with the few drops of bright red blood on his collar, which was dazzling and shocking.
Liang Huan gritted her teeth and swallowed her frustration: "I asked you to pretend to be sick, not to make you really sick."
She was sleeping soundly in bed when she was suddenly woken up by someone yelling and shaking her. It was said that he was vomiting blood in the middle of the night while diving.
In the middle of the night, Qian Ming did not dare to alert the Imperial Medical Office. He was afraid that something might happen and cause the situation to get out of control, so he had to sneak to Hanguang Palace for help.
Gao Qian looked at the silhouette in the candlelight, stretched out his wrist, and smiled lightly: "I didn't really want to be sick."
Compared with the bright lights, which were as bright as day, he I prefer a lamp like a bean and a low-hanging curtain. Even if two people are misplaced, the shadows falling on the curtain can still appear to be leaning on each other and lingering.
Liang Huan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. She lowered her head and concentrated on checking her pulse. But as time passed by, her brows became tighter and tighter.
Gao Qian obviously vomited blood, but she couldn't see any problem.
This is really strange.
Liang Huan raised his eyes: "Let's ask the imperial doctor to come and take a look at dawn tomorrow."
Gao Qian was surprised: "Is it serious?"
Liang Wei lowered his eyes and shook his head: "I don't know if it's serious or not, because I can't diagnose it."
"Can't you diagnose it?"
"...Yes, I can't diagnose it. Come out.”
No one spoke for a moment.
Gao Qian blinked and stared at her side face: "If you can't diagnose it, then they certainly can't diagnose it. If so, then they won't diagnose it. You never know when you will vomit. Yes, he died suddenly. This is good, as it saves me from getting diagnosed and telling me a deadline. I know it, but I still feel unhappy. You know that when I feel unhappy, I just think..."
Liang Huan calmly threw away Gao Qian's wrist and said nothing. Who could say otherwise? It would be better to vomit blood and die like this.
"Your Majesty, don't say that. I am not omnipotent. Now that I have stopped vomiting blood, let's rest first and wait until daybreak before calling the imperial doctor."
Gao Qian moved away. He looked at a pair of shadows on the curtain: "Okay."
After taking out the needle, Liang Han put away the acupuncture bag and stood up. "Then your Majesty, please rest. I'm going back first."
Gao Qian nodded slightly, then paused and glanced out the window: "It won't be long before dawn, why not take a rest on the couch over there. "Please wait until the doctor's order comes before leaving. Otherwise, if Gu starts to vomit blood again, someone will have to go to Hanguang Palace to find you again. It's not good to run back and forth like this before your body recovers."
Liang Huan took a look at the embroidered couch.
Liang Huan’s expressions and movements are all in full view.
He sat up: "Then why don't I give you this bed and sleep on the couch alone, or you can share the same bed with me -"
"No need, just sleep on the couch." Liang Huanran said calmly.
Gao Qian didn't force himself, he reached out and picked up the tea cup on the side: "Drink some water, your lips are peeling."
His dark eyes were bright and his face was sincere.
Liang Huan had no intention of getting into trouble with him, so he had no choice but to take it.
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