Chapter 1002: Beauty seeks

It seemed to hear the door ringing, and the people in the room yelled, "Don't come in, all of you will take my general's words as a joke, get out!"
Yuan Jingdi stepped forward, but raised his brow.
This guy still has the energy to get angry, and it doesn't seem to hurt much.
The curtains entering the inner room were put down, presumably afraid that the wounded would see the wind. He opened the layers of tents and entered the inner room. What he saw was not a bed, but a screen.
Vaguely you can see that the person sitting on the couch after the screen is half-dressed, seems to be on his own medicine.
When I heard the footsteps, I immediately wrapped myself with a quilt: "It does n’t matter that General ’s injuries are in constant care. It is Liu Langzhong who has taken care of General ’s body. He wo n’t be here for a long time. Generals are not in a hurry. You are all worried. What, don't get out. "
This man, at the time of life and death, even wanted his own dedicated physician. Is it possible that he is not afraid of the imperial doctors around him?
Yuan Jingdi's heart was very upset.
Walked around the screen to the couch, raised his hand to lift the song quilt.
Yan Ge sat side by side and did not see the person behind the screen. Hearing the sound, he immediately pulled out his sword and pointed at the person: "If you don't want to die under the general's sword, get out immediately."
She turned her head and saw the somber expression of Emperor Yuan Jing.
"Oh, Your Majesty?"
The sword in her hand slipped down, and she hurriedly pulled up her clothes and rolled to the ground, kneeling down to plead: "Your Majesty forgive me, Your Majesty is not here."
Her voice panicked, and when she fell to the ground, she knelt too anxious and forgot that she was still injured, and fell forward when she was unstable.
Emperor Yuan Jing was furious at what had just happened. From childhood to age, no one dared to point his sword at him like this.
You can see the panic-like look of Yan Ge, and the idea at the bottom of my heart was replaced by funny.
What this young man knows about his heart is what he knows best, and he is only capable on the battlefield. The people in the private world are really clueless. In just over ten days when he returned to Beijing, he offended the entire court hall.
Yuan Jingdi likes to see such things in his heart. The young man is the sword in his hand and only listens to the order, which makes him feel safe.
So immediately, he went to Fu Yan Song.
Yan Ge's body has been strong for so long.
When Emperor Yuan Jing came to help, Yange took advantage of his situation.
The wound was like this, and there was still a murmur of weakness in his mouth: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty forgive me, I don't know if it is you, but you!"
Emperor Yuan Jing looked down, only to find that the lips of the song were blue and purple, and his face was paler and paler. He turned his head and shouted: "Come ..."
Before he finished speaking, the man in his arms pressed his lips: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it doesn't matter if I hurt, I don't want them to help me, I don't ..."
The fingers were slightly cold, and it was obviously a sword-holding hand, but this hand was not broad and rough, but it was like a woman's thin and thin hand.
As soon as this idea came out, Emperor Yuan Jing felt ridiculous, and what the general did in front of him could not match the woman at all.
He picked up the man and put it on the couch: "Why?"
Yan Ge's fingers slipped from Yuan Jingdi's lips to his chest, clinging to his chest tightly, unconscious, but still murmuring: "No need, no doctor, no ..."
Probably frowning because of pain, but his expression was extremely stubborn.
He wanted to put her on the bed, and wanted to pull her hand clutching her chest clothes, only to notice that he was unconscious.