Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Three days later, Song Chengbi was called away by Liuying, saying that the emperor's decree had arrived.

Song Chengbi had to leave temporarily, and Wan Wan told Liu Ying to look after people.

Liu Ying reassured the prince and looked at Yun Chen on the bed with wide eyes.

Yun Chen: "..." Your eyes disturbed me.

Seeing Song Chengbi walking away, Yun Chen moved his body and asked Liu Ying in a low voice: "What is the decree from the Holy One?"

Liu Ying: "It's nothing important. Today is the prince's birthday, so I would like to congratulate him as usual."

Oh.

It turns out that today is Song Chengbi’s birthday.

Yun Chen lay beside the bed and blinked, then suddenly smiled: "Let me also write a congratulatory message to the prince!"

Liuying: "Princess, it is better to wait for the prince to come back..."

Yun Chen frowned: "It's not a surprise if he comes back. You help me go to the desk. I'm much better and can't fall."

Liu Ying's face twisted for a long time, but she finally relented.

But he couldn't let Yun Chen get out of bed, so he simply picked up Yun Chen and carried him directly to the table in the outer room.

Yun Chen sat on the chair, secretly complaining that Liu Ying was too careful with him.

Isn't this nothing?

He rummaged a few times, took out a pen and paper, dipped it in ready-made ink, and began to write a congratulatory message while thinking about it.

He writes to my sister every year.

very skilled.

Song Chengbi will definitely be surprised by his literary talent after reading it!

But after a while, Yun Chen's eyes began to fog up, and his wrist felt as heavy as a piece of iron.

Didn't you just write a few words?

Why is his body like this!

Yun Chen gritted his teeth, endured all the strangeness in his body, and stubbornly raised his wrist to finish writing this article.

However, the pen had a mind of its own. The pen tip tilted downwards and drew a long ink mark on the white paper.

Soon, the piece of ink began to spread, spreading out with fangs and claws, blocking all Yun Chen's sight.

The moment before he fell, he felt that his throat was full of blood, and in his ears he heard Song Chengbi's anxious voice calling his name: "Yun Chen!" Then he didn't know anything else.

When I opened my eyes again, the fragrance of flowers could not cover up the bitter taste of the medicinal soup.

Yun Chen wanted to speak, but it touched his heart and made him choke.

Someone carefully lifted him up, gently caressing his back, and the handkerchief quickly but gently wiped away the blood he coughed up.

Yun Chen blinked and said in a daze: "I'm not..."

Didn't I write a birthday message to Song Chengbi on the desk?

Why did it fall down?

Yun Chen couldn't help but think about what happened in the past few days.

When he stood up, Song Chengbi was visibly nervous. Liu Ying didn't even let him take a step and carried him directly to the desk.

What happened to his body?

Song Chengbi's voice was a little hoarse, but he still remained gentle: "Wake up."

Yun Chen: "What's wrong with me?"

Song Chengbi: "The weather has changed recently. You caught a cold and you didn't eat much in the morning, so you fainted."

Yun Chen didn't speak, but kept staring at Song Chengbi.

Song Chengbi turned his gaze away and coughed: "I saw the congratulatory message you wrote. I like it very much. But it's not finished yet. I'm going to get the paper. Can you continue writing?"

Yun Chen was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "Okay, I'll go over and write."

Song Chengbi shook his head, his voice soft and unbelievable: "You can write here, I'll have someone make a short desk and put it on the bed for you later..."

Yun Chen: "Can I never get better?"

Song Chengbi had a lump in his throat, and the corners of his lips twitched into a smile, and he touched his cheek with his hand: "How come, you will always be fine."

Yun Chen's eyes were sore and he pushed his hand away: "You lied to me, you lied to me again."

"Lied to me……"

"You're all lying to me..."

"You lied to me, my father lied to me, everyone lied to me."

Yun Chen covered himself with a quilt, curled up into a ball, and started to cry.

Yun Chen cried for nearly half an hour, and Song Chengbi's heart was cut out with a knife for half an hour.

In the evening, Song Chengbi brought food over, but Yun Chen said nothing and didn't open his mouth.

The young man closed his eyes, neither spoke nor moved.

At the end of the day, Song Chengbi ignored everything he fed him, and the fresh blood on his face disappeared again.

Song Chengbi called him tremblingly: "Yun Chen, eat some..."

fraud!

They are all liars!

Yun Chen gritted his teeth and waved the bowl away from Song Chengbi's hand.

But the next moment, Yun Chen opened his eyes wide and saw Song Chengbi fell to the ground with a pale face and passed out with weak breath.

[Yun Chen: Are you pretending or is it true? ]

[System 112: Really, he didn’t have time to use his internal strength to protect his heart at that time, and the injury was serious. ]

[Yun Chen: Oh. ]

Yun Chen was stunned for a while, and when he saw blood oozing from his chest, he hurriedly got out of bed and blocked his wound: "Song Chengbi, why are you..."

"Flowing Firefly!"

After shouting this, Yun Chen fell down and fainted, causing his wounds.

[System 112:...] Taking a group photo, me and my little white-cut black host!