Chapter 309 The Subjugated King 4

Chapter 309 The Subjugated King 4

Xie Ying stayed up all night, lying under the dragon bed, feeling fear and shame, biting her lips and shedding countless tears. After an unknown amount of time, there was finally a sound on the dragon bed, and the fragrant wind came, and she immediately closed her eyes.Eye.

It was the footsteps of two people, one light and the other heavy. When the fragrance was a little far away, Xie Ying couldn't help but opened her hazy tearful eyes. The black figure was half leaning on the young man, as if he hadn't woken up yet, and the young man helped him turn around.After entering the screen, Xie Ying heard a crisp slap, and she couldn't help but pull the thin quilt and shake it slightly.

The boy walked out from behind the screen.

The sound of water came slowly, and Xie Ying's face turned slightly red.

After a while, a black figure appeared from behind the screen. Xie Ying immediately closed her eyes again. The two of them got on the dragon bed again, and everything was quiet above.

Xie Ying knew that she should treat herself as a wooden person who could neither see nor hear, but the suffocating silence made her heart beat wildly, and she couldn't control her eyes from looking up.

On the dragon bed covered with a red gold curtain, a figure was curled up on the bed, like a cat or dog watching over its owner.

Liu Zhuo......

Xie Ying thought about this inexplicably familiar name over and over in her mind, and then suddenly an idea flashed—Prince Liu Zhuo!

Xie Ying, who was trapped in the harem, knew nothing about the outside world. She never expected that the prince of Mian State would become what he is now in front of the emperor of Yong State...

In extreme panic, Xie Ying didn't know when she fell asleep. She was woken up by Liu Zhuo's kick. As soon as she opened her eyes and faced the young handsome face, she couldn't help but open her lips and said: "Your Highness..."

Liu Zhuo was stunned by the name he had not heard for a long time, and then regained his indifferent expression. He grabbed Xie Ying's exposed arm with one hand and jerked it hard. Xie Ying bit her tongue to hold back her screams, sharpThe knife cut her finger and stuck it on the snow-white veil. The young man said coldly and hoarsely: "From today on, you are His Majesty's thank you."

Xie Ying nodded with tears in her eyes and said tremblingly: "I understand."

Being a smart man, Liu Zhuo shook off her hand, wiped the blade clean, put it back in his sleeve, and went out with the handkerchief.

Wen Letian summoned a concubine for the first time, and was in a bad mood. He sat in the imperial garden and watched Liu Zhuo and the guards fight. From time to time, he smashed a few tea bowls at the two of them, and the palace attendants on the side made up for it at any time.

Liu Zhuo didn't close his eyes for almost the whole night. He curled up at Wen Letian's feet, how could he really dare to fall asleep?Lotte, how can he survive?

He mustered up energy to fight with the guards, and also had to deal with the tea bowl that Wen Letian kept throwing at him. When he was distracted, his shoulder was hit hard by the tea bowl.

Lotte: Baby, why are you regressing!

The guard stopped the fist that was about to hit Liu Zhuo's face in time, and immediately knelt down to Wen Letian and said, "Your Majesty, forgive me." Liu Zhuo was a popular figure in front of His Majesty, so he could be beaten and scolded by His Majesty, but he could not be hurt by them.

"Trash." Wen Letian said coldly.

Liu Zhuo also knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, I forgive you." He pressed his injured shoulder with one hand.

Wen Letian stood up and said in disgust: "Kneel down."

Letian returned to the dormitory alone and began to talk to the system again, "How long should he be punished to kneel?"

System: "At least one morning."

Lotte: "So long!"

System: "Or you can just give him a slap in the face."

Lotte: ...He doesn’t want to hit the board. If he hits the board, he needs to be spanked. What if it breaks?

It is really difficult for this persona to be kind to Liu Zhuo. Words, humiliations, slaps and kicks are commonplace. Kneeling is already the lightest punishment in Lotte's opinion. If he doesn't even have this, the persona will collapse..

Lotte: It’s too difficult, it’s too difficult. If you keep it up like this, you’d be damned if you don’t develop a hatred.

Liu Zhuo knelt in the imperial garden. He didn't feel sad at all. It was just a punishment for him to kneel down. He could bear the food. He hung his head and fell into a drowsy state. He was half asleep until a thunder in the sky woke him up.

Lotte eating watermelon in the inner hall: ...It’s thundering and raining. Can you take back the baby outside?

The torrential rain started falling at any time. Letian panicked and said, "System, what should I do?"

System: "It's okay, Drizzle."

A huge bolt of lightning rumbled past, and a cry of surprise came from outside the hall.

Lotte:......

System: "Rain helps crops grow."

Lotte:......

Letian was very worried about Liu Zhuo, but he couldn't call him back. He paced back and forth in the hall. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a reason to keep his character intact. He was so anxious that he wanted to smash the bowl.

The heavy rain wet Liu Zhuo's long hair, and the rain dripped down his crown rapidly. It hurt like a whip hitting his body. He gritted his teeth and remained motionless in the violent storm.

Not far away, a laurel tree shook a few times and fell to the ground.

Liu Zhuo took a deep breath, and the sour rainwater immediately entered his nose. The irritation made Liu Zhuo choke and cough violently. The more he coughed, the more rainwater penetrated into his mouth and nose. Liu Zhuo's face turned red from coughing.

I don't know how long he had been kneeling. In a daze, a guard finally came over holding an umbrella. Liu Zhuo coughed violently and raised his wet face. The guard said: "Your Majesty wants you to go back."

"Okay," Liu Zhuo stood up unsteadily, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Liu Zhuo!"

Liu Zhuo felt as if he was floating in the sky, and his whole body felt light. It seemed as if there were hail falling from the sky, which made him feel cold and painful. Suddenly, there was a fire, which burned him until he almost exploded.

"A-Zhuo, Mom is with you, you will be fine, A-Zhuo." His mother was stroking him gently.

"mother……"

Lotte withdrew the hand that touched Liu Zhuo's forehead. The young man lying on the soft couch had a red face but pale lips. Sweat was pouring down his face and his eyebrows were furrowed. He looked extremely miserable.

The people in the palace were all watching. Letian was cruel, raised his hand and slapped Liu Zhuo directly, "It's useless." He stood up suddenly and said to the people in the palace: "Pass the imperial doctor."

"yes."

It was already midnight when Liu Zhuo woke up. His whole body ached, especially his shoulders and chest. There was a dull pain lingering around him. He could hardly breathe. He opened his eyes and saw that he was lying on the soft couch in the inner hall, stumbling around.He got off the bed, put on his shoes and socks, and staggered to the dragon bed.

Wen Letian was sleeping soundly, and his always cold and snow-white face showed a little calmness. It was not as gloomy as when he was awake, only pure beauty.

"Your Majesty..." Liu Zhuo opened his mouth and felt a burst of hot air. He touched his hot forehead, slowly lay down in his usual place under the dragon couch, and curled up into a ball.

When Lotte woke up in a daze, he kicked the limp Liu Zhuo, who was startled. He woke up instantly. Liu Zhuo, who was curled up under the bed, still had a blushing face and his chapped lips were slightly open.

Letian kicked him directly. Liu Zhuo was shocked and opened his eyes with difficulty. The familiar black color came into view. He quickly got up and said, "Your Majesty, Liu Zhuo is at your service..." He put his hands on Wen Letian's chest.Arm, Lotte was shocked and angry, raised his hand and slapped Liu Zhuo again, "You bastard!"

Liu Zhuozheng was so burned that he fell to the ground with a slap that was usually painless.

Lotte immediately sent word to the palace and the imperial physician.

When Liu Zhuo woke up again, he found himself in a strange palace. He felt panic in his heart. He opened the quilt and got down on the bed. The palace attendant who came in with the medicine said hurriedly: "Liu Zhuo, don't get up!"

"Where is your Majesty?" Liu Zhuo said hoarsely.

The palace servant brought the soup and medicine, "Your Majesty is angry and wants you to recover and then go back to serve you. How can you dare to touch His Majesty when you are so ill?"

Liu Zhuo lowered his face and said softly: "I was confused."

The palace servant said: "You don't have to worry. His Majesty loves you. This is known to everyone. Take good care of yourself first and then return to His Majesty."

Liu Zhuo said 'hmm', took the medicine and said to the palace attendant: "Thank you very much."

He was too nervous. He was afraid that as soon as he left Wen Letian's sight, Wen Letian would forget him at any time. He probably didn't have a clear mind during the high fever, so he just lay there based on instinct. Fortunately, he didn't climb onto the dragon bed. Liu ZhuoSecretly rejoicing.

Illnesses came and went like typhus, but it took Liu Zhuo seven days to recover. He was already very anxious. The imperial doctor said that everything was fine and he immediately rushed back to the inner palace.

"Your Majesty, Liu Zhuo would like to see you."

Hearing the announcement from the palace servants, Liu Zhuo's racing heart calmed down a little, and he felt a trace of longing for him while standing outside the palace gate.

Just when he was surprised by his thoughts, laughter came from the hall, and Liu Zhuo was shocked. The voice was similar to Wen Letian.

"Liu Zhuo, Your Majesty allows you to enter the palace." The palace man opened the door of the palace and said.

Smelling the familiar strong incense, Liu Zhuo smiled lightly and said, "Thank you." He quickly entered the hall. Wen Letian was standing behind the imperial desk painting. Next to him stood a short man wearing a white hat.The agate crown, with a spring-like smile and a bookish air, said, "Your Majesty, is Lan Ting right?"

"Not only is it wrong, it's simply nonsense." Wen Letian raised his head with a smile, and when he saw Liu Zhuo, his face turned cold again, "Okay?"

Liu Zhuo hurriedly knelt down and saluted, "Liu Zhuo deserves to die. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"You really deserve to die, but you fell down after being caught in the rain. You are so useless. Gu Zhen spent so much time training you in vain," Wen Letian put down his pen, and the man next to him handed him a handkerchief to wipe it with., "Get over here yet."

Liu Zhuo stood up and said solemnly: "Yes."

The two of them stood beside Wen Letian, one on the left and the other on the right, but Wen Letian didn't want any of them to serve him. He was going to take a bath.

Outside the bath, Liu Zhuo stood side by side with the man and said gently: "Liu Zhuo has been ill for many days. I wonder if there is a new person around your majesty. May I ask Gao's name?"

The man said politely: "My dear, Meng Lanting, your highness, there is no need to be polite."

Another person called him His Highness, Liu Zhuo said softly: "I am not Your Highness, just call me Liu Zhuo."

Meng Lanting was specially recruited by Lotte. He was originally a musician in the palace and had good attainments in calligraphy and painting. Lotte transferred him here to prevent Liu Zhuo from becoming too servile. He didn't want to really make Liu Zhuo a human being.A loyal slave.

Liu Zhuo figured out Meng Lanting's identity within a few days. There were not many places where Meng Lanting replaced him. When Wen Letian wanted to paint and write, Meng Lanting was the one who served him. He was the one who accompanied Wen Letian most of the time. Wen LetianWhen it comes to 'favoring' Xie Ying, he still has the position of dragon bed.

On the dragon bed, Liu Zhuo leaned against Wen Letian's feet with half-closed eyes, his expression was pure numbness. He had been ill and dreamed that when his mother was still alive, he was not happy either. He lived with her.Those years were pitiful with little warmth and only humiliation, scolding and avoidance. He hid under his mother's body so that he could receive less punches and kicks.

The tip of my nose is filled with the rich fragrance of Letian. This fragrance is unique to Wen Letian. It is mixed with the spices in the palace, the incense on his clothes, and maybe his own body fragrance.

For Liu Zhuo, this fragrance is the smell of death. Every day when Wen Letian is around him, the fear of death is like a wild beast, chasing him all the time.

Wen Letian turned over and lifted the thin quilt, revealing a pair of snow-white feet.

Liu Zhuo stared blankly.

The most common thing these feet did was to kick him hard, and he had to put on and take off shoes and socks for these feet every day. The appearance of these feet was almost imprinted in his heart.

Liu Zhuo stared at it, his heart bulging, jumping up and down, and an indescribable panic floated in his heart. In the vermilion curtain, the glistening white in the pitch black exuded a faint fragrance, Liu ZhuoBy some mistake, he stretched out his hand, but stopped it in time just as his fingers were about to touch the instep.

The pounding in his heart unconsciously spread to his body.

Liu Zhuo took a deep breath and held down his racing heart. He had grown up.