Chapter 85: Cruel Emperor vs. Fatal Sister (11)

"Why didn't you tell me?" Zhao Jinyuan had a sinister look on his face and pressed directly on the wound.

Through the broken bright red skin, he felt the heartbeat on his fingertips. Vivid and powerful, it was the beating life that belonged only to the living.

Shi Yi groaned in pain and did not answer.

The young king's movements were too fast for her to react.

"So many scars," Zhao Jinyuan stroked them one by one, and then pressed hard on a scar that had not yet healed. "You have lived such a thrilling life these years, why didn't you mention a word in the letter!"

This scar that had not yet healed was different from the arrow wound that had just been caused. It was very long, extending from the collarbone to the ribs in the abdomen. It was enough to show how dangerous it was at the time.

"It's not a big deal." Shi Yi endured it and took a breath.

"What would be a big deal?" Zhao Jinyuan laughed in anger, "Does it mean that you have to lie in the yellow earth and we will never see each other again in our lives?"

He is no longer the weak prince who needed protection. Now he is the monarch of the Jin Dynasty and the greatest god for the people of the Jin Dynasty. He can protect the people around him and no longer be protected by others.

But his elder sister still seems to treat him as a child who has not grown up and hides everything from him.

If he had not come to the Prime Minister's Mansion today because of a nightmare, would his elder sister never tell him about her efforts in her life.

"It's not that serious." Shi Yi forced a smile and slowly pulled up her clothes, "Sit down."

She and the boy have been apart for three years, and tonight they have time to talk.

Zhao Jinyuan snorted coldly, withdrew his hand, turned his back, "I don't want to talk with someone like you who doesn't know how to live or die."

"Does the monarch loved by the people want to hear my story on the battlefield?" Shi Yi deliberately whetted his appetite.

"I don't want to." Zhao Jinyuan claimed that he was the indomitable monarch one second ago, and the next second he had put his ears close to his elder sister.

"It's a bit uncomfortable to sit here." Shi Yi tilted his head and signaled him with his eyes to get him a cushion.

"Here you go." Zhao Jinyuan made a false "throwing" gesture with his hand. Seeing that his elder sister had no reaction, he felt bored and silently put the cushion behind his elder sister, waiting for her next words.

"Aren't you curious about the scars on my body? Let me tell you about the most serious one." Shi Yi pulled him to sit next to her.

The emperor, who was considered ruthless by everyone, really sat beside her obediently, tilting his head to listen to her talk about what she saw on the battlefield.

In the middle of the way, the nanny secretly opened the door a crack to peek because she was worried about Shi Yi's safety. Seeing the two sitting on the same couch, her heart was beating fast.

Although she had not been to the palace in the past few years, she had always heard about the deeds of the monarch, and she had already had some fear in her heart.

Thinking carefully about the scene she just secretly saw, she felt a little familiar.

Isn't this scene just like the look of a shy young lady looking at her husband when a couple is newly married?

It's just that the monarch is the role of this young lady.

"You were so afraid of pain when you were a child. Did you cry in pain on the battlefield?" Although it was obviously concern, Zhao Jinyuan awkwardly said it as disgust.

Even after three years, these scars are still obvious. Through the skin, he can imagine her pain at that time. How did she bear it at that time.

Shi Yi shook her head, and a smile appeared in her eyes. "I was going to cry, but when I thought of you who was still fighting wits and courage with the ministers in Kyoto, I didn't feel any pain."

"It doesn't hurt when you think of me?" Zhao Jinyuan obviously didn't believe it.

"What I want is to help the little bun stabilize this border, otherwise it will not be able to survive the internal and external troubles." Every word of Shi Yi was true.

She was never afraid of difficulties, but she was afraid of a life without hope.

"At the critical moment of life and death, I had only one thought in my mind, that is, if I died, what would happen to my Ayuan? He is so young, and I promised him that I must return with a great victory, otherwise I would be breaking my promise.

" "Why are you so good to me?" Fear suddenly flashed in the young monarch's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to strangle her throat, "What do you want from me?!"

The three years of experience have already made him extraordinary.

General Wu, who had been kind to him, tried to make him enthrone his daughter Wu Yan as the queen. He forced and calculated in every way, and finally got him and Wu Yan drunk and locked them together. He would rather cut himself to sober up than obey. In the end, he was even more "ungrateful" and directly took away General Wu's military power, married Wu Yan to a civilian family, and cut off General Wu's idea of ​​becoming rich and powerful.

"Because you are young and beautiful." Shi Yi held his hand, moved close to him, stared deeply into his face, and buried her with the long-suppressed love.

"Zhao Jinyuan, it's great to see you alive."

The young monarch was stunned by her words, and his lips couldn't help trembling:

"Why, why do you treat me so well?"

Shi Yi smiled and said nothing.

Some words have a different taste when they are spoken.

"Blood..." Zhao Jinyuan released his hand and pressed against Shi Yi's chest.

Because of the action just now, the wound that Shi Yi had just bandaged opened again. He wanted to bandage her.

He probably didn't know how flustered and helpless he looked now, just like the expression he had when he saw his brother drowning when he was a child.

"It's okay, just a little blood." Shi Yi didn't care, but Zhao Jinyuan exploded.

"You will die. You will die from losing too much blood. You promised me to protect me for the rest of my life. What should I do if you die!"

He was still whispering in his mouth, and Shi Yi had already torn off his clothes and fixed the wound.

Zhao Jinyuan saw her quick movements and could already imagine how many casualties she had experienced on the battlefield. His nose felt sore and tears welled up in his eyes.

He was the king of the Great Jin, how could he cry? He raised his eyes and tried to stop the tears, but they kept falling.

"You cried." Shi Yi looked at the crystal tears on the back of his hand, his face full of shock.

This monarch, who already had the appearance of a ruthless man in the future, actually cried for her wound.

"Sister..." Regardless of his current status, the young king hugged her tightly, buried his head deeply in her arms, and cried bitterly.

The sister who treated him the best in the world, he failed to protect her well.

She dedicated her best years to this dynasty and to himself, but never thought about her own status.

She is a woman. She will get married one day.

Does she have someone she likes?

"Every time I think of my elder brother on the battlefield, I don't feel pain. I don't feel pain now." Shi Yi thought he felt guilty for hurting himself.

"Wei Shiyi, you bastard." The king pushed her away and slammed the door.

I have been saying goodbye recently and have been a little careless. I will be a full-time writer after the 8th

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