Chapter 10: Tolerance is impossible to bear

When I woke up, it was afternoon. Xiao Yu’an was so refreshingly sitting up and stretching, licking his neck and looking to the side.
The posture of Luhe Qing changed from supine to side, and his hands were placed on the side of the pillow. Although the black carbon was covered, the faintness of the facial features could still be seen.
Xiao Yu couldn’t help but feel a sigh: the male owner fell asleep and looked really good and human and animal harmless!
If Xiao Yu'an didn't know the story of the original book, he couldn't believe it anyway. In front of him, this person would break the North China in one fell swoop and wash the North Royal Palace.
About to be a nightmare, Luhe Qing hands suddenly and clenched fists, his brows were extremely deep, and his pale lips began to tremble.
Xiao Yuan quickly reached out and patted him: "Hey brother, is it okay? Your protagonist aura? Your hanging?"
Such a shot was incredible, Xiao Yuan found that Luhe Qing was burning and his tentacles were hot.
"Water..." Luohe Qing whispered in confusion.
Xiao Yuan quickly got up and looked for it in the interior. He found the porcelain pot and the small bowl. Xiao Yuan filled the clear water with a small porcelain bowl. He reached the side of the couch and reached out to pick up the river. Let him lean on himself. On the body, a little bit of careful feeding of water into the mouth of the river.
It was about hearing the sound, and the sound of the soft door was heard outside. It was the old doctor: "The emperor, the patient should change the medicine."
Xiao Yuan said: "Come in."
The inner room door was gently opened, and the old doctor looked at the scene in front of him, scared the medicine in his hand and fell off the ground.
The red sleeves followed, and they looked anxious. A few steps came: "How can you do this kind of labor for the emperor, let the slaves come."
"Nothing, it’s finished." Xiao Yuan put down the porcelain bowl, and then helped Luohe to lie back on the couch and turned to ask the old doctor: "He has a fever, what should I do?"
The old lady doctor squatted on the ground and took medicine. He heard Xiao Yu’an’s questioning and quickly rose to his hand:
Returning to the emperor, there is no serious problem. This burning will soon be able to retreat. After retreating, the condition will be basically healed.

"That's good." Xiao Yuan nodded. "That troubles you to take care of him."
The old woman doctor wars and nods like a garlic.
I feel that I have slept, and the man has seen it. Xiao Yu’an is in a good mood and happily prepares to drive back to the palace.
The red-sleeved mind was extremely meticulous and whispered Xiao Yuan: "The emperor, wait for this person to heal, is it to let the slaves arrange him to go to Jingyang Palace?"
Jingyang Palace is the place where the young king is imprisoned. He is in charge of the red sleeve.
Xiao Yuan has no choice but to help: "No, no."
Girl, beg you to take this dangerous idea together!
A red sleeve: "Where does the emperor want him to go?"
Xiao Yuan knocked on his head with his fingertips, thinking that before the man and the woman met, he lived there: "Go...go... Oh, let him go to the house."
"House of the Interior?!" The red sleeves that have always known themselves are unable to stop talking. After all, no matter how you look at it, the emperor is very concerned about this person, but the emperor does not accept him as a ban, but instead let him be a slave to do chores. It’s too weird.
"Yeah, yes, the House of Internal Affairs, the House of Internal Affairs is Zhao Gonggong in charge of the matter?" Xiao Yuan asked.
"Back to the emperor, yes." The red sleeves converge and answer.
"That's right, send it to the House of Representatives." Xiao Yuan finished the hammer and turned his head and looked at the Weiheqing who was sleeping.
Luhe Qing, Qihe Qing, Zhao Gonggong is a big villain, then you have to suffer, but in order to meet the woman, Princess Yongning, you will bear it.