This was the anti-theft badge used to fight against the machine.
Don't worry, the girl who jumped will see the main text later!
If you don't count the wrist that was chained to the head of the bed,
This treatment was not bad.
"Young Master,
You're awake? "He had a round face and big eyes.
The petite girl came in with a bowl of medicine and smiled, "The doctor also said that you'll wake up around this time.
So this servant went to boil the medicine. By the way,
Young master can call this servant Little Peach. "
She put down the bowl of medicine,
She raised Qin Song's head and said, "Young Master had a fever last night. This is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. Come, this servant will feed you. "
It was now the cold of spring. Qin Song was tormented for so long in a single layer of clothes,
And was even splashed with water.
It would be strange if he wasn't sick,
He frowned and asked, "Where is this place?"
Little Peach said in surprise, "This is the palace,
Young master, don't you know? Yes,
Young master was sick yesterday and was in a daze … "
She smiled sweetly and said, "Yesterday, the king personally arranged for you, young master. Please be sure to treat your injury … this servant has been here for three to four years,
I've never seen the king so attentive to anyone! "
Qin Song didn't comment and drank two mouthfuls from Little Peach's hand.
He frowned: a small spoon,
And even wiped the corner of his mouth after feeding him two mouthfuls.
How long was she going to feed him — this way of drinking medicine,
He would rather be pinched by the neck and forced to drink.
Just as he was about to ask for another method, Little Peach saw his frown and her eyes were already red. She said in panic, "I, I'm sorry, it's all this servant's fault, this servant …"
Before she could finish speaking, a light laugh came from outside the door, with a hint of doting, "What, you just woke up and you're already throwing a tantrum?"
Qin Song suddenly felt his hair stand on end.
Qin Yue, dressed in a black robe, pushed the door open and sat by his bed, saying, "Do you want me to feed you personally?"
Qin Song pulled the iron chain on his wrist and said with a smile that was not a smile, "I prefer to drink it myself."
Qin Yue picked up the bowl of medicine and stirred it gently. He said softly, "People should be content with what they have, don't you think so?"
Qin Song was speechless. When Qin Yue offered him the spoon, he opened his mouth and took it. He wanted to see if he would get impatient from drinking or if Qin Yue would get impatient from feeding him first.
Qin Yue had never taken care of anyone in his entire life. After feeding him three or four times, he saw that the medicine in the bowl only dropped a little bit. He was a little irritated, but when he saw that the young man was calm and unruffled, as if he had expected him to be like this, he snorted coldly and continued.
The two of them didn't utter a single word and drank the bowl of medicine as if they were competing with each other. Qin Song didn't have any taste in his mouth, and Qin Yue also felt that the hand holding the tiny spoon had stiffened.
Only Little Peach stared blankly, thinking, "The king treats my young master so well!"
When he finally finished drinking, Qin Song let out a sigh of relief. But when he turned around, he saw Qin Yue reaching out to wipe the corner of his mouth, so he turned his head away in disgust.
"Are you still angry?" Qin Yue smiled good-naturedly and raised his chin to indicate, "I dipped it in the medicine."
Qin Song couldn't be counted on, and he didn't want to trouble Qin Yue, so he simply stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked it.
The action of sticking out one's tongue wasn't something that looked good for everyone. Children sticking out their little tongues were extremely cute, but if it was a fat and wide tongue, it would only make people lose their appetite.
But the tip of the youth's tongue was thin and small, and its color was pink and tender. When it deftly licked the tender and soft lips, it left behind an enticing luster … Qin Yue suddenly felt that his breathing was somewhat irregular.
Qin Song turned his face to the side and turned his wound, which was covered by a thin layer of gauze, towards Qin Yue. If he didn't know his own limits, he would've kicked him. How could there be such a bastard in the world who would go into heat at any time and place!
Didn't they say that he had all kinds of beauties in the palace? Why did he look like he would go into heat at the sight of a sow?
Qin Yue frowned and took the tea that Little Peach offered. He slowly drank it and said, "This humble one has asked a godly doctor to take a look at your injury. Although I don't dare to say that it will completely disappear, it won't be a problem to treat most of it. It's just that the medicine is extremely numb and itchy, and I'm afraid that you'll accidentally touch it, so I'm temporarily restricting your movements. When you're better, I'll let you go. Don't think too much. "
How could Qin Song not hear the threat in Qin Yue's words?
The injury on his face couldn't protect him for the rest of his life. Even if it couldn't be cured, as long as he could appear in front of people alive and kicking, this matter would naturally be considered over. As for what would happen in the future, wasn't it still up to Qin Yue to decide? Not to mention anything else, if he were to be placed in the palace like this and put on a show of pampering, who would believe that he was innocent? The scholars of the world would no longer see him as one of their own. In the future, no matter what Qin Yue did to him, no one would stand up for him.
Qin Song sneered and said, "Your Majesty is so busy every day, yet you still have to worry about the trivial injury of a foreign official. It's really hard on you."
You're the dignified ruler of the most powerful country in the world, yet you've wronged yourself to put on a show of gentleness just to frame me, a follower of a country's hostage who has no weight to the world. You really have too much time on your hands.
After the scene in prison, no matter what he said, Qin Yue would always think about it in his mind first. He almost immediately understood what he meant, and his expression became slightly serious. Recently, he seemed to have put too much thought into this young man, and he didn't have the mood to amuse himself like he did in the past.
Seeing this, Qin Song smiled faintly and said, "I don't know if Your Majesty has ever heard of a saying: if you tell a lie a thousand times, even you will believe it to be true. Your Majesty, you must not overdo your acting and become a joke."
Qin Yue said, "I'm willing to act with you. Shouldn't you be ecstatic?"
Wasn't this the reason why they, the so-called hostages, had traveled thousands of li to Western Qin?
Qin Song also didn't understand why he had run to Daqin in the first place. He pursed his lips and didn't say anything else.
Qin Yue stood up and said, "I still have government affairs. I'll come see you tomorrow."
He then said, "If there's anything you want to eat or play, just say it. Even if the palace doesn't have it, I'll send someone to find it for you outside."
Qin Song didn't answer, and Qin Yue didn't care. He turned and left.
After sending off Qin Yue, Little Peach patted her chest and finally felt alive. She said enviously, "Young master, the king is really good to you. Please don't fight with the king anymore …"
Qin Song's face darkened and he didn't say anything. Little Peach hurriedly closed her mouth and said, "This servant will bring you some porridge."
*****
Qin Yue said that he would come tomorrow, but he didn't show up for several days. Qin Song was happy with the peace and quiet, so he ordered Little Peach to find some miscellaneous books for him to read. However, the iron chains around his wrists were too tight, so he could only sit and lie down, and let Little Peach help him flip through the books. Qin Song became impatient after reading for half an hour. He asked Little Peach to help him find someone who could read.
Little Peach hesitated for a long time before she gathered her courage and reported it. Someone who could read was an amazing person. How could they read for someone, especially someone of such status?
However, Qin Yue still kept his word. Not long after, he really did send a maid who could read. However, the maid's voice was gentle and calm, and Qin Song often fell asleep while listening to her.
Qin Song's sleep quality was very poor. He didn't know what medicine Qin Yue gave him, but his wounds felt like they were being gnawed by ants. He could endure it when he was awake, but when he fell asleep, he felt unbearably itchy all over his body.
It was also because he had acted too naturally during the day. If Xiao Tao and the other two hadn't seen him frowning and biting his lips in pain when he slept, they would have thought that the Godly Doctor's words were too exaggerated.
That day, Qin Song was drowsy from listening to a travelogue when Little Peach happily came in to report, "Young master, someone has come to see you!"
Qin Song was slightly stunned, and then he heard a familiar voice from outside. The voice was warm and genial, "Qin Song, Her Highness and I have come to see you!"
When the two words "Her Highness" entered his ears, Qin Song felt his heart beating uncontrollably. He subconsciously got up, but was pulled down by the iron chain and fell back down.
Qiu Yun lifted the curtain and saw his sorry appearance. Her heart ached, but she lowered her head and pretended not to see, moving to the side to let the person behind her enter first.
Qin Song didn't notice at all and looked at the person who came in, "Your Highness …"
Yi An was dressed in a white robe. Her skin was like jade, her facial features were exquisite, and her temperament was cold to the point of being piercingly cold. After entering the room, she nodded and sat down on a chair in front of the bed. Her gaze swept over the iron chain in Qin Song's hands, and she said, "The King Of Qin said that it would be convenient to extend medical treatment in the palace. Once you have recovered, you will be released back to the hostage residence … You can rest at ease and recuperate first!"
Qin Song nodded and let Little Peach and the others wait outside. They chatted for a while. Qiu Yun hesitated for a moment, and said, "I heard that the injury on your face was caused by yourself …"
Qin Song responded with a hum.
Qiu Yun's lips moved slightly, but in the end, it turned into a sigh.
It was said that everyone had their own aspirations. In this world, there were people who were willing to endure humiliation to protect their country, and there were also people who would rather die than be humiliated … Who could say that someone's choice was wrong?
He and Her Highness had suffered all kinds of humiliation, but looking at the King Of Qin's seemingly doting but actually disrespectful attitude, who would dare to say that they would compromise just because they were wronged?
Qin Song had suffered torture and disfigured himself, but wasn't he still locked up in the harem? Who would dare to say that he would rather die than submit?
The room fell silent for a moment. After a while, Yi An said, "When this matter is over, you should return to Da Chu. I will report to Father in advance."
Qin Song raised his head in shock, "Your Highness, I …"
He didn't know why, but he felt as if his whole person had been split in half. On one hand, his reason told him that it was right for him to return, and that it was the best for everyone, but on the other hand, there seemed to be a voice desperately screaming in his heart: What will happen to Her Highness if I leave? How can I leave her alone in this dangerous place to be bullied?
Yi An interrupted him, "It's decided. You don't need to say anymore … Qin Song, it's not suitable for you to stay here."
He then said, "Rest well and recover. We will come back to see you in a few days."
He got up and walked out.
Perhaps when Qin Song rose up to resist, they were no longer on the same side, and there wasn't much to say to each other.
In front of him, what kind of attitude should he show? Should he be angry at him for not seeing the big picture? Should he admire him for not submitting to death? Or should he hate him for being dirty and cowardly?
"Your Highness!" Qin Song called out to the two people who were about to leave. He smiled bitterly and said, "Your Highness, do you really think that what we are doing is meaningful?"
Yi An's hand that was about to lift the curtain stopped, but he didn't turn around.
Qin Song said, "We came to Daqin because we didn't want to go to war. But are we really the ones who are afraid of war now?"
Yi An's breath quickened. Qin Song continued, "People need to digest what they eat, and it's the same for a country … Daqin destroyed three countries. The people of those three countries haven't given in yet, and their territories are still not peaceful. They need to guard and pacify their territories, and they also need to prevent the Northern Qi from taking the opportunity to invade the south … Daqin seems to be at its peak now, but it's actually at its weakest. Shouldn't they be the ones who are afraid of war now?"
"The King Of Qin was able to destroy three countries in one breath. How can he be a mediocre person? Who knows if he's pretending to be addicted to war to stall for time? Once he stabilizes his territory, he'll wipe us out in one fell swoop?" Qin Song said, "Your Highness, we're entangled with the King Of Qin here. Are we entangled with him, or is he entangled with us …"
"Shut up! Shut up! " Yi An shouted. His chest heaved up and down violently. His hand that was holding the curtain trembled slightly. After a while, he gradually calmed down and lifted the curtain without saying a word.
"Your Highness …" Qin Song had just said the word "Your Highness" when he heard someone greeting Qin Yue from outside the door. He silently shut his mouth.
Linno stretched out his right hand. A flickering flame-shaped hole appeared in the thick fog and happily jumped onto his palm.
With a flick of Lin Nuo's left hand's finger, a light blue flame about a foot long appeared at the tip of his finger. The ice on his body instantly disappeared, and the thick fog also retreated to a distance of ten meters away.
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