{BL} The emperor's bed minister

Chapter 51: As long as I live, I will never be able to let go you!

"Qiutai...... Qiutai ......"

There was a vague call in his ears, and the familiar voice was full of concern and eagerness.

Pu Qiutai wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavier than stones, and he wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he found that he didn't even have the strength to move his lips.

The call continued, it was Xia Linxuan's voice.

If it was usual, let alone being powerless to struggle now, even if he had the strength, he didn't want to open his eyes to deal with that bastard guy!

But at this moment, perhaps the call was too urgent and fearful, and it made him feel a little sour in his heart:

This man had given him endless humiliation and suffering, also he was shameless and a bastard, but anyway, he really cared about himself. Even if he will only use persecution and coercion to force his own life.

It seemed that he finally had a trace of strength in his body, Pu Qiutai slowly opened his eyes, and a face that was painted with blood and mud and sand that could not see the original color suddenly jumped into his eyes, startling him a lot.

He actually had a trace of strength out of nowhere, and suddenly sat up and shouted in surprise: 

"Your Majesty, you ...... What's wrong with you?"

"Great, Qiutai you're awake, it's great!"

Xia Linxuan smiled weakly, and finally couldn't hold it anymore after holding on for a long time, and fell to the river beach.

"Your Majesty!"

Pu Qiutai desperately wanted to get up, but his body was really prostration, he had to climb a few steps and came to Xia Linxuan's side, and he had a bad premonition in his heart: This bastard is the strongest, and now that he is even awake, how could he collapse like this?

"Qiutai, it's okay if you're okay!"

Xia Linxuan closed his eyes and smiled contentedly. Several small wounds on his forehead and face were still oozing blood, and this smile was particularly hideous.

Pu Qiutai didn't care at all at this time, he stretched out his wet sleeves, wiped his face for Xia Linxuan, and asked softly:

"Your Majesty, why do you have so many injuries on your face?"

"It's nothing, let those ice and stones scrape in the river!"

Xia Linxuan didn't know how ugly his smile was at this time, but he grinned and smiled:

No matter what, his beloved was not hurt in the end, and he hugged him tightly in the river to protect him regardless of his life.

Pu Qiutai was silent, and the memories before the coma flooded into his mind, he remembered that the man helped him pull his foot out of the horse at the moment he fell into the water, and then hugged himself tightly in his arms.

If there was no other party, he would have become a cold corpse at this time.

Silently looking at Xia Linxuan's weak and bloody face, Pu Qiutai really had mixed feelings in his heart:

He had only hatred for this man, hated him for raping himself, hated him for forcing himself into the palace, hated him for not even letting himself die. However, now, when the other party was so domineering that he would rather pay for his life than protect himself, he found that his hatred seemed to have a crack.

Pu Qiutai is also a human being after all, his heart is flesh, not iron.

Xia Linxuan's love was warm and domineering, which used to be a confinement that made him breathless.