Chapter 81: The battle of capture (5)

　　 On the huge dragon bed, the satisfied emperor lay on his side next to Nie Bufan, playing with his hair, looking lustrously on his naked back.
　　 The chan cotton last night, it is rare for him to get the ultimate pleasure. Is the taste of men so delicious? Or is he only special?
　　 In terms of a man's physique, his toughness is excellent, his stamina is long enough, there is depth somewhere, and his adsorption power is also strong. What's more rare is that his skin is smooth and delicate, and he has no moles, such as the first-class white porcelain, which makes people love him.
　　Should he raise more male pets for comparison? Recalling everything about last night, the emperor got up again, rolled over on him, ready to do it again, the eunuch's voice suddenly came from outside the tents: "The emperor, it's time to get up."
　　 The emperor's eyes flashed disappointment. Although he was a little anxious, he was always meticulous in political affairs and never indulged in bed affairs.
　　 He stood up, freshened up under the service of the maid, everything was ready, he glanced at the person in the tent again and walked away with a smile.
　　 Nie Bufan slept until three poles in the sun before waking up. He lay on the bed, wrinkled his face, and began to reflect on himself. As a promising young man, having traveled to this world for two or three years, he is not favored by beautiful women, but always attracts coveting of the same sex. This is really weird. Is something wrong? Does he have some magical skill that can make straight men bend?
　　 Zhang San and the others are fine. After all, they have been together for a long time, and they have established an indestructible friendship. It is normal to develop from quantitative changes to qualitative changes. But what happened to this emperor? Even if it’s a stallion, you don’t want to go on seeing people?
　　Nie Bufan thinks that he is beautiful and beautiful, and he is so handsome, but he is absolutely upright and sunny, without any enchanting attitude, and no hunger and thirst for men. How could such a talent be so downhearted?
　　 To tell the truth, the emperor’s room skills are good, but for the first time he was psychologically rejected, and he felt stuck in a fishbone.
While thinking, a sharp reminder from a certain came in his ear: "Wei Shishu, hurry up. Letting you sleep on the dragon bed is already an extra grace to the emperor. How long do you want to stay?" There was a little warning and a hint of difficulty in his tone. Perceived contempt.
　　 Nie Bufan was actually going to get up, but when he heard this, he lay down on his back. Folding his hands behind his head, the uncle said, "This bed is barely comfortable, so I decided to lie down again. What do you think?"
　　 The forbearedly said: "The emperor will face down. If he sees you still lying on the dragon bed, be careful of your head."
　　 "Then wait for him to come back and chop it." Nie Bufan lifted the quilt and turned over and gave him an arrogant back.
　　 The stomped his feet, stared at him for a long time, turned his head and said to the people around him: "Come on, drag him down for me."
　　 They will not be polite to this shameless person who seduce the emperor regardless of his identity. If it is a woman, there may be the possibility of canonization of a concubine, but a man is at best invisible and has no status at all.
　　 Several eunuchs stepped forward, one pulling his hand and the other pulling his foot, preparing to forcibly remove the man.
　　 Nie Bufan licked his shadowless claws quickly, clung to the bedpost tightly, his legs clamped the dragon quilt, and his mouth bit the pillow. As soon as the eunuchs dragged, they were dragged out together with the bed. The whole dragon bed was completely unrecognizable, while Nie Bufan hung in the air, steadily competing with the eunuchs.
　　 For a time, chaos in the bedroom.
　　 "What are you doing?" At this moment, the emperor's inaudible voice came.
　　 The eunuchs let go of their hands, and they were so scared that they immediately saluted and confessed.
　　 Nie Bufan’s pulling force disappeared, and he fell back to the bed diagonally. A pair of white and tender legs were still dangling outside the bed, making people want to touch them.
　　 The emperor scanned a messy bed, and said nothing. The room was so quiet that people did not dare to breathe.
　　 Nie Bufan loosened the pillow he was biting on, lying on the bed like a mollusk, tilted his head, weakly said: "Emperor, I have been abused."
　　Emperor...Emperor brother? The emperor twitched his mouth and asked with his chest, "Who abused you?"
　　 The eunuch, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled slightly and wiped his sweat secretly.
　　 "Who else?" Nie Bufan reached out and pointed, "It's you."
　　 "Oh? I?" The emperor walked over slowly and asked condescendingly, "How did I abuse you?"
　　 "You have eaten and wiped it all, and you still don't let people sleep well!" Nie Bufan patted the bed, and said anxiously, "Isn't it just a bed? Is there anything you can't sleep, are you stingy?"
　　 The surrounding eunuchs collectively gasped. He dare to say that the emperor is stingy!
　　 The emperor raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Okay, I will sleep with you in my bed in the future. Are you satisfied?"
　　 Rare? Nie Bufan curled his lips, stood up silently, and took the clothes prepared by the from the bedside to put on him.
　　 The emperor stretched out his hand and hooked it, and said ill-intentionally: "I really like your disheveled appearance. You are quite amorous, so I don't need to be too formal in my bedroom in the future."
　　 "I'm not at all cautious." Nie Bufan grabbed the clothes, wrapped them around him, and said cruelly, "I'm just afraid of the cold."
　　 is really not formal at all. The emperor was in a good mood, and the fatigue and pressure accumulated during the court meeting disappeared instantly.
　　 "It's almost noon, hurry up and freshen up and eat with me." The emperor touched his head, not caring about his rudeness at all.
　　 The eunuchs all heaved a sigh of relief when they heard the words. Fortunately, they were relieved of the punishment. At the same time, they secretly surprised the emperor's love for the newcomer. It seems that his attitude towards him will improve slightly in the future.
　　 The dinner table was opened, and Nie Bufan was surprised that the emperor was unexpectedly frugal. Lunch consisted of four dishes and one soup plus a few desserts. As the king of his country, it is really rare.
　　 The helped the two of them to arrange the dishes, and the emperor waved his hand to Nie Bufan: "Go ahead, what you want to eat, I will call the Yushanfang to cook it myself, and I will follow me today."
　　 Nie Bufan consumed too much energy last night, and his belly is now a thousand miles away. He was too hungry and was not polite. He raised his chopsticks and started eating.
　　 The emperor's eyes were smiling, and it was rare for someone to be so comfortable in front of him. He watched Nie Bufan eat deliciously, his appetite was also aroused, and he slowly picked up a piece of meat, and was about to deliver it to his mouth, when a pair of chopsticks suddenly stretched out and knocked down his food.
　　 The emperor frowned, a little displeased, and secretly asked whether this person was a little bit intolerant? But I heard Nie Bufan shout: "Don't eat, it's poisonous!"
　　 "What?" The emperor's sharp gaze directed at the dishes on the table, and the next to him was also inexplicably shocked.
The emperor 　　 looked at the chopsticks in his hand again. His chopsticks are made of silver. Generally, the poison can be known at the first try, but there is no abnormality now. He looked at Nie Bufan suspiciously, but saw that his lips were purplish, his face was pale, and he staggered to his feet, falling to the ground when he was unstable.
　　The emperor immediately got up to support him, and sternly shouted: "Quickly pass the doctor!"
　　 He carried Nie Bufan onto the bed, observing his face with a gloomy expression, and then added as if something was happening: "Invite the national teacher, too."
　　 The hurried away.
　　 At this time, Nie Bufan opened his eyes, pursing his lips and looking depressed.
　　 "How do you feel? What is uncomfortable?" the emperor asked.
　　 Nie Bufan shook his head, looked melancholy at the bed sheet, and sighed, "Hey, I'm not full."
　　 The emperor was speechless. If he hadn't seen that his lips were already so purple and black, he almost thought he was fooling around.
　　 In a moment, the imperial doctor and the national teacher rushed over.
　　 After the salute, the imperial physician immediately stepped forward and took the pulse, and Fan Luo stood by and looked at Nie Bufan. Nie Bufan, who had an ugly face, was still in the mood to wink at him.
　　 "Doctor, how is he?" the emperor asked.
The imperial doctor’s expression changed, and he hesitated for a long while:
The emperor, this young man’s pulse is very peculiar, showing signs of premature death, but full of energy. What’s more puzzling is that he was clearly poisoned, but he didn’t get worse. It seems to be detoxifying on its own."
　　 "What is the sign of premature death? What is the self-detoxification?" The emperor's expression remained unswerving, and he stared straight at the imperial doctor.
　　 The imperial doctor said nervously: "This son's physique is very special, rare in the world, and ordinary toxins can't threaten his life. But Yichen's diagnosis, even if he is not poisoned, will die soon."
　　 The emperor was silent for a while, and said to Fan Luo: "Guo Shi, come and have a look."
　　 The imperial doctor gave up his position, and Fan Luo took the pulse and came to a conclusion that he was almost the same as the imperial doctor.
　　 He asked Nie Bufan: "Do you know your physical condition?"
　　 "Know a little." Nie Bufan replied with a smile.
　　 "What's going on?" Fan Luo recognized that he was very knowledgeable, but he had never seen such symptoms. He could clearly diagnose the result, but could not diagnose the cause of the condition.
　　 Nie Bufan shrugged and looked at the sky: "Don’t be surprised. It’s not that I am not dead soon, but that my physique is indeed special. I have been judged from the beginning that I will not live long, but in the end I still live well to the present?"
　　 Fan Luo frowned, dubiously.
　　 The doctor was surprised, staring at Nie Bufan forever.
　　 "So," the emperor said, "Is his life in danger?"
　　 "If what he said is true, then there is indeed no life-threatening." Fan Luo said, "As long as the toxin is cleaned up for a while, nothing will happen."
　　 The doctor also nodded on the sidelines.
　　 "Okay, the doctor, he will hand it over to you." The emperor stood up, took the national teacher to the hall, and said, "Help me find out what the poison is."
　　 "Yes." Fan Luo looked at the dishes on the table with a thoughtful expression on his face.
　　 The emperor said intently: "It hasn't been a long time since anyone has poisoned me, and I don't know who moved it."
　　 "We are about to meet with foreign envoys. At this time, we can't make a sudden branch, the emperor, please be careful."
　　 The emperor nodded and said with a smile: "Thanks to you for sending me Little Treasure this time, if it wasn't him, I would be the one who was poisoned."
　　 "The emperor, don't dare to claim this meritorious service." Fan Luo said lightly, "'Little Treasure' is your own insight into your bag."
　　 "Haha, what you said is right, my eyes are like a torch." The emperor accepted it without humility.
　　 He patted Fan Luo on the shoulder, and thoughtfully said: "Guo Shi, you are also indispensable. In two days, I will give you a special gift."
　　 Fan Luo squinted at the emperor next to him, and for some reason he suddenly had an unknown premonition.
　　 Sure enough, three days later, the emperor sent him a meticulously drawn picture album called "Men's Acacia Picture".
　　 Fan Luo's handsome face, both righteous and evil, cracked for the first time...