After the examination was full of sweat, the imperial doctor found that only the snacks were poisonous. He obviously saw that his Majesty's face became more ugly. He had the illusion that he would be pulled out to behead the next second.

Fortunately, Ren Jingxiao just let him go down with a gloomy face. The imperial doctor felt relieved and slowly retreated.

Even the movements and steps of retreating were cautious, as if he was afraid that his movements of retreating were wrong, or the steps of being too big would anger Ren Jingxiao and be hacked to death.

After he withdrew, Ren Jingxiao closed his eyes and his face was full of gloomy. After a while, when he opened his eyes again, it became much softer.

"What does Ajiu want to eat? I'll make it for you with my own hands."

"Why let me do it." Xie Jiuyao said softly. She used to take care of Xiaodouzi. When the two of them depended on each other, they did not get so much money to buy food outside often, so naturally they could only make it by themselves.

She wouldn't let Xiao Douzi and a child cook, so Xie Jiuyao is the one who cooks all year round. Although her skills can only be considered average, she can eat it at least.

She can make some simple home-cooked dishes, but it may not be good to make, but the taste is OK.

Ren Jingxiao subconsciously wanted to refuse. After all, he didn't want his own Ajiu to be affected. Later, he thought that he could eat the food made by Ajiu himself, and his heart began to feel moved.

A great emperor of the generation learned to himself without a teacher and wanted to refuse: "I'm very tired of cooking, let me do it..."

"It's okay." Xie Jiuyao rolled up his sleeves and said, "Where is a kitchen?"

The last supper was indeed made by Xie Jiuyao. Whether it is the concubines or the emperor, they are equipped with a kitchenette.

Compared with the delicacies on the table before, the two dishes and one soup made by Xie Jiuyao herself looked rather cold. Considering that a big man's appetite is relatively large, the amount of each dish is relatively sufficient.

It should be enough for two people to eat. As a result, Ren Jingxiao finished eating alone, and even had no leftover soup. His belly was round and his body was round. Xie Jiuyao could feel the feeling of feeling that he was feeling uncomfortable because he had eaten too much.

"It doesn't matter if leftovers..." Xie Jiuyao was very helpless: "It's not a child, parents are unhappy with leftovers."

"Because Ajiu made it so delicious." Ren Jingxiao said sincerely. He did not have any flattery, his eyebrows and eyes were full of sincerity, gentle as the deep sea, and could drown people.

"But I feel uncomfortable if you eat so much." Xie Jiuyao was really helpless about this sister's control. His sister's control reached the extreme, and her sister's control was terrible, and she was already in the late stage of the sister's control and could not be changed.

Ren Jingxiao seemed to have noticed the embarrassing thing he had made. He was indeed reluctant to waste a little bit of the food that Xie Jiuyao made for her, but if it hurts Xie Jiuyao himself and makes her feel uncomfortable because of this, wouldn’t it be a waste of the foundation and go to the end?

So the imperial doctor who had just returned was called over again. The moment he heard the summons, the imperial doctor's legs became weak, and he thought he had made some mistakes and was about to be hacked to death.

It was not until his maid came over to tell him that he had prepared pills for digestion that the imperial doctor seemed to be reborn.

The young man woke up the next night. When the imperial doctor told Xie Jiuyao that when the young man was about to wake up, Xie Jiuyao came over early, so when the young man woke up, he saw Xie Jiuyao sitting on a chair next to him, closing his eyes to calm his mind, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

Then when he woke up, Xie Jiuyao opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a little tired in his eyes: "Are you awake?"

"Have you been by my side?" said the young man very moved.

"No." Xie Jiuyao did not lie to him, but the young man thought it was an emperor-like arrogance. He looked at Xie Jiuyao in a daze, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He just wanted to lie to him, but this man... Why did this man show him the tenderness of a tyrant? The world-famous tyrant had a cruel and crazy personality, but when he showed tenderness to him, he could not control himself.

Xie Jiuyao was very calm: "Why did you want to block the knife for me?"

"I don't know..." The man lowered his eyebrows and eyes. It was obviously a trap, but when the assassin rushed over, his mind had not yet reacted, and his body had already blocked Xie Jiuyao first.

"My brain was blank at that time...probably...probably I don't want you to be injured..."

"Don't do such a stupid thing in the future." I was stupid. Who designed the script, which was full of bloody thunder. Xie Jiuyao silently complained in his heart, and then worked hard to perform the feeling of struggle.

However, her acting skills are really not very good. If it weren't for the young man who had a filter when he saw her, he would have noticed something was wrong.

Xie Jiuyao has tried his best to play a king who has developed feelings for a man but does not allow himself to go against human ethics, struggle and be attracted like this.

The only place she has good acting skills is probably when she stepped out and turned around and said: "You... have a good rest."

She imitated the look of Ren Jingxiao when she mentioned her sister, gentle and warm. After imitating for a moment, she forced her head to show her struggle.

Xie Jiuyao felt that his performance in this scene could already be a little Oscar-like gold man.

The young man lying on the bed became obsessed. After Xie Jiuyao left, he was still trapped in those gentle eyes. The dark eyes were as deep as the night sky, but there was a glimmer of light in his eyes. It was a gentle star.

Such tenderness was only seen by his mother when he was very young and when he was sent to this country.

His mother was not crying heartbrokenly, but just hugged him tightly and shed tears silently.

Only when he had already gotten on the carriage and walked out a long way, he heard his mother's hoarse voice: "My son..."

Because my mother knew very well what the ending was like to be sent to be a proton.

In peacetime, it will most likely become a toy, and once a war occurs, it will be the first victim.

But in a few years, his mother died of illness.

The young man was in a daze. He bit his nails anxiously until the flesh and blood. The smell of blood bloomed on the tip of his tongue. Then the young man murmured to himself: "Nothing... is more important than power, no."

He repeated it several times, as if he was firming his determination that he could sacrifice anything in exchange for power and revenge those who sacrificed him back then.

On this road, no one can shake his determination, no one can do it.

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