Su Mo was abruptly awakened by a feeling of suffocation.
He felt like he was about to die. Every rise and fall of his chest was accompanied by excruciating pain, but he couldn't take in much air.
"Water...water..."
His throat was dry and burning, and the voice he managed to squeeze out was so soft and hoarse that he could hardly hear it himself.
However, it was pitch black all around and he could not see anything, and no one responded to his cries for help.
He just felt dizzy and felt like he would faint at any moment.
But he gritted his teeth and used his remaining willpower to prevent himself from losing consciousness.
He wanted to find out what was going on!
Especially this body, it is so sick that it is almost dying. The worst thing is that it has no energy or blood at all, it is basically a useless person!
But, how is this possible?
He, Su Mo, is not as good as that bastard Min Zimo, but he shouldn't be this bad, right?
An indescribable feeling of absurdity and frustration surged into my heart.
Su Mo struggled, trying to use his arms to support the edge of the bed and sit up.
Unfortunately, he overestimated the capabilities of this sick and broken body.
I had just moved half a step when my arms felt sore and weak.
His body lost support and he rolled off the bed with a "thump".
“Uh…”
Severe pain and a feeling of suffocation came at the same time. Su Mo curled up on the cold ground, and cold sweat instantly soaked his thin clothes.
However, such a big noise finally alarmed the outside world.
Soon, a sound of light footsteps came from afar, and the simple wooden door was pushed open with a creaky sound.
A child about seven or eight years old, with two small buns and wearing coarse clothes, walked in cautiously.
When the child saw Su Mo lying on the ground in a mess, he cried out in fear, his face turned pale, and he turned around and ran out.
"Master! Master! That...that scholar has woken up!"
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Yujing, the imperial city, and the Fengyi Palace enclosure (residences for miscellaneous servants).
Zeng Yi was awakened by a burning pain.
He felt as if every inch of his skin was cut open with a blunt knife and then sprinkled with salt, causing him to wince in pain.
As soon as he opened his hazy eyes, he saw a young man dressed as a eunuch in ancient costume drama, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a white face and no beard, sitting next to him.
In his hand he held a coarse porcelain jar containing a dark, sticky mass that gave off a strong fishy smell.
At this time, the young man was carefully scraping out the "black mud" with a bamboo stick and gently smearing it on Zeng Yi's body.
As he applied the cream, he kept muttering, "Hey, Brother Yi, why are you doing this? Why are you getting mad at those filthy people in Shoukang Palace?"
"Those people, relying on that person's support, have always been unreasonable."
"Besides, that master can't stand seeing our queen doing well. Everyone in Shoukang Palace is up to no good and wants to find fault with our Fengyi Palace."
"You're rushing forward recklessly like that, you're just running into someone's knife!"
Zeng Yi blinked his eyes and listened in a daze.
He glanced at the soft-spoken eunuch next to him, then looked down at his own clothes. Although they had a few holes in them, they were clearly the same eunuch uniform...
An extremely ominous premonition came over me.
He reached out his hand tremblingly and felt between his legs.
The next moment——
"ah--!"
A weak scream, yet filled with despair and misery, echoed in the room.
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Qianyuan Palace, inside the sleeping hall.
A itchy feeling rose in his throat, Gu Jinzhi turned his head and coughed twice.
He spread out his hand, and the palm was a glaring red.
Hearing the noise, a pair of skinny hands gently pulled aside the layers of crimson curtains embroidered with golden dragon patterns from both sides.
A middle-aged eunuch, about forty or fifty years old, leaned forward quietly and said in a very low voice, "Your Majesty, are you going to get up?"
Gu Jinzhi's mind went blank for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.
He nodded slightly, enduring the weak feeling coming from all parts of his body, and squeezed out a word from his throat: "Get up."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged eunuch did not dare to delay and hurried forward, carefully helping Gu Jinzhi to sit up, and then swiftly took out an ochre-yellow soft satin pillow and placed it behind his waist.
The movements were gentle and skillful, obviously something he was used to doing.
Not long after, another young eunuch with his head lowered and light steps came in carrying a rosewood tray.
On the tray, a small white jade bowl was placed steadily. The bowl was filled with dark brown medicine, and the strong bitter smell of medicine filled the air.
The middle-aged eunuch respectfully took the jade bowl from the tray and carefully held it in front of Gu Jinzhi: "Your Majesty, it's time to give you the medicine."
Gu Jinzhi didn't take the bowl of medicine, nor did he say he didn't want to drink it. He just said lightly: "Put it aside for now."
The middle-aged eunuch seemed a little hesitant, but he still put the medicine bowl back on the tray held by the young eunuch as he was told, and waved his hand for them to leave.
Taking advantage of this moment of silence, Gu Jinzhi concentrated and carefully sensed the condition of this body.
His limbs and bones were soft and weak, and his internal organs were extremely empty, without any energy or blood.
It is obvious that he is just an ordinary person now, and an ordinary person in extremely poor physical condition.
He frowned at first, but then the bright face of "Jiang Xue" flashed through his mind, and he roughly understood.
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