The host is so handsome

Chapter 117 The title is suppressed ([-])
It's late autumn now, with some early winter chills.

The maid took a hand stove and handed it to the man who was in a daze looking at the plum trees that had already lost their leaves in the courtyard.

"Your Highness, it's cold outside, warm up the hall, don't let the wind chill your bones."

Wen Zhuqing's slender, cold hands were placed on the hot stove. His eyes were still on the plum tree. He never took it back. He just said: "When the first snow falls, this flower will bloom..." Your Majesty may have some time to look at the future."

Ever since he declined Meng Bing's intimacy, the relationship between the two had become stiff. He didn't know why, but after entering the palace, the rejection in his heart became more and more intense, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what.

It was as if, to him, this imperial palace was a cannibalistic cage.

The maid smiled and persuaded: "Your Majesty, don't think too much. Your Majesty is busy with government affairs these days, so you don't have time to come, but those good things are delivered all day long, which is enough to show that Your Majesty has you in his heart."

"Yes, hurry up, because my male concubine has messed up the court plan and provoked criticism from the ministers. The silver teeth of the Sangong and Sixth Courts have been gritted. I'm afraid he's already devastated... But I can't help anything." Wen Zhuqing He lowered his eyebrows and blamed himself. He didn't want to become a disaster.

"It's the greatest help that Ah Qing can stay by my side." Meng Bing came at some time, and hugged the person whom he hadn't seen for a few days. In private, he always referred to himself as "I". Zhuqing came to his senses and found that the maid had already left, and now there were only two of them in the courtyard.

He subconsciously wanted to push the man away, but suddenly remembered that this man was a husband who loved him, so he suppressed the inexplicable resentment in his heart and asked, "Why are you free today?"

"Those people are all cleaned up, so they come here when they are free." Meng Bing held his hand and walked into the hall, his eyes and eyebrows were helpless, "It's so cold outside, it's better to come in, your hands are not even warmed by the stove." .”

After entering the hall and sitting down, Meng Bing put the stove in Wen Zhuqing's hand aside, opened his skirt and put his hands in to warm them, and smiled like a child: "This way the hands will be warmed faster. The work will be finished in a few days, and when you go to live, you won't suffer from the cold again, and I feel more at ease."

Wen Zhuqing slightly turned red at the tip of his ears and said, "I'm fine, don't be like this, be careful you get cold."

"I'm willing to catch the cold for you." Meng Bing smiled warmly like spring.

The atmosphere in the hall was just right, he couldn't help but leaned over emotionally and wanted to kiss Wen Zhuqing's lips, but unexpectedly the other party got up in a panic and took several steps back in fear.

"But did it scare you?" Meng Bing's eyes were a little hurt, "If you don't want to, I won't be like this in the future. I promise you, I won't force you to do anything."

Wen Zhuqing's words stuck in his throat, he didn't know what to say, so he sighed and said leisurely, "You never scared me... I don't know why I did this myself, maybe I'm a little tired, Your Majesty, go back."

"Aren't you going to stay with me overnight?" Meng Bing teased, "If it were someone else, how could you be so incomprehensible."

Wen Zhuqing was a little at a loss, afraid that he would be unhappy, and was about to say something, but the other party said first: "Forget it, let's go after dinner with you."

It turned out that it was getting late outside, Wen Zhuqing couldn't refuse so he nodded.

It was a cold night in autumn. Even though he lit a charcoal fire and covered himself with a thick brocade quilt, Wen Zhuqing still felt his hands and feet were cold and could not sleep deeply.

There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing in from the window. He wanted to tighten the quilt, but he was suddenly pressed down by something, and he almost lost half of his soul from shock.

Ji Liang covered Wen Zhuqing's mouth that wanted to scream, and whispered in his ear: "Be obedient, I won't kill you."

"Mmmm."

Seeing that the person agreed, she clicked on the Ya acupoint, then let go to prop up some distance, and then said: "I haven't seen you in January, I didn't expect you to lose your memory and fall in love with your enemy."

Wen Zhuqing's pupils shrank slightly.

What did she mean by this...?
The system drank the ice sugar pear soup that moistened the throat, and watched its host start to complete the task, and felt very relieved, and the sacrifice of crying, making trouble, and hanging himself was not in vain.

Ji Liang didn't care what he would think, just lifted the quilt and lay down. Seeing that someone was about to move away and almost fell off the bed, she hugged him into her arms and said coldly, "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

These words are so familiar...

Wen Zhuqing was not immobilized, but the reassuring fragrance on the other person made him not want to escape. He seemed to have felt such warmth before, but why couldn't he remember anything?

The soup of the system is scared, what is the situation, why can't it understand?
"Master, how do you—"

He is also the hero.

I knock!

The small system feels like it understands something. Is it really okay for the host to miss the task so much?

Although the other party's words were a little colder, the temperature in his arms was extremely warm. Within a short while, Wen Zhuqing's hands and feet were warmed up, and there was no longer any chill.

Ji Liang suddenly held his hand and felt the temperature. Seeing that the man seemed to have opened his eyes and looked at her, she said, "I will leave if it warms up a little longer. Please remember that I call Ji Liang."

Wen Zhuqing's breathing was slightly stagnant, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly in the darkness. After Ji Liangwu warmed him up, he didn't stay any longer, untied his dumb acupoint and left.

This night passed like a dream, but some people have not been relieved yet.

"Your Highness...Your Highness!"

The maid next to her yelled several times before bringing him back to his senses. She said helplessly, "Your Highness, this Bazhen porridge is going to be cold."

Wen Zhuqing put down the bowl and spoon, sighed slightly: "Take these away, I don't have much appetite."

"You didn't move much, but you feel unwell?"

"It's okay, you prepare some snacks, I know I'll eat when I'm hungry."

"Yes."

Wen Zhuqing got up and went to the desk, spread the paper and grinded it, picked up the pen for a long time, and after writing two words, he became dazed.

His Majesty never told him about Ji Liang. He still remembered that when he woke up that day, the other party said that he was an unimportant person, but...why did his heart throb last night?
Wen Zhuqing put down the pen, looked at the name she had written, and couldn't help stroking it up, trying to recall things about her, but all she got was a blank space and a headache.

Well, go ask His Majesty.

He pressed his forehead and was about to go out, but stopped in front of the door.

If he feels right, His Majesty doesn't seem to like him asking about Ji Liang...

Wen Zhuqing turned around and went back to the desk, and began to write quietly.

She will come again tonight, why not wait patiently and ask her?

"What did Ah Qing do this morning?" Meng Bing came to the palace after finishing his work, carried the man who had fallen asleep reading on the soft couch to the bed and covered him with a quilt, and then asked the maid in a soft voice.

"Returning to Your Majesty, the imperial concubine has no appetite in the morning. She only ate some snacks and practiced calligraphy for a long time." The maid replied softly, fearing to wake up the treasure in the palm of the Holy Majesty.

After Meng Bing found out, he let him go out, took off his shoes and lay down under the quilt, and took him into his arms to take a nap together.Xu Shi didn't get rid of the coldness on his body, but Wenzhu came to his senses. He subconsciously moved back, sat up and asked, "Why is Your Majesty here?"

"I came here when I missed you," Meng Bing smiled and pulled him into his arms, "Come and rest with me."

Wen Zhuqing resisted a little, the aura on the man's body was domineering and harsh, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Aqing, don't make trouble." Meng Bin's voice was a little low and hoarse, with deep meaning. Wen Zhuqing did not dare to move anymore and froze.

Seeing that he was frightened, Meng Bing let go of his hands and got up, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, put on his shoes, and said, "Go ahead and rest."

Wen Zhu sent the man away with a clear eye, and then he exhaled and got up to drink water, feeling a little uneasy.

After calling the personal maid to inquire, he realized that Meng Bing had gone to find other concubines to lose his temper, not at him.

Wen Zhuqing let go of his heart, said that being with the emperor is like accompanying a tiger, and the emperor is ruthless. Maybe Meng Bing will kill himself one day when he loses feeling for him, but at least it is okay for now.

Rao is this Qionggong Yuyu that makes countless people fantasize about it, but in the end it is better to stay outside the palace...

(End of this chapter)