Who took away my wealth

"Does it hurt?"

"pain."

The young man's voice was soft and unaggressive, and his appearance was also soft, pitiful and aggrieved.

How can people look at it and not feel pity for it?

"Hey, Xiao Song, the person who beat you is Li Guodong. I can't beat him up, and I can't avenge you."

Song Qinian shook his head and said with a well-behaved and sensible look: "Your Highness, I am very grateful to you for coming to pick me up. I was originally a sin slave, and it is only because of Your Highness's love that I can have a place to live in the Prince's Mansion. Your Highness You have done enough for me..."

The more Song Qinian said this, the guiltier Gu Yu felt.

It's like not taking good care of a child.

He looked at the young man smiling bitterly, stretched out his fingertips and touched the other man's eyebrows.

Song Qinian froze as if his acupoints had been tapped.

A pair of eyes, wide open, staring straight at Gu Yu.

"It won't happen again. Just follow me closely and I will protect you."

Song Qinian grinned and said solemnly: "Thank you, Your Highness."

How can His Highness be so good? You still want to protect him when you are helpless.

Then he must not betray His Highness's kindness, and must follow him closely.

Song Qinian was seriously injured.

His whole body was bruised and bruised by the whip, and the skin and flesh were torn in severe places. The flesh and blood were turned outwards and a long strip protruded, which was frightening to see.

The young man lay on the bed, half-naked, and allowed the doctor to apply medicine on him. The pain was so painful that veins popped out on his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and held on to the quilt without saying a word.

The guard next to him couldn't help but look away, feeling unbearable.

Xu Hai was also a protector. He stood at the door with his hands on his hips and his face was full of dissatisfaction: "Xiao Song is already a member of our Prince's Mansion, why should he take action? Looking at his black face, I feel that he deserves a beating!"

It happened that Yinfeng pushed the door in at this moment. Hearing his words, he couldn't help but frown and remind:

"This is not what you should say, just do your job."

The two of them hadn't had a good conversation during this period. Xu Hai didn't know how to answer Yinfeng when he suddenly spoke to him.

"You are righteous and I am narrow-minded, okay?"

Xu Hai snorted coldly and grabbed the doctor who wrote the medicine list: "Let's go, let me get the medicine with you."

Yinfeng looked at the back of him carrying the doctor out and frowned. Knowing that Xu Hai was avoiding him on purpose, he didn't say anything and turned to see Song Qinian.

"how do you feel?"

Song Qinian's head was nestled in the quilt, with only the top of his hair exposed, but it could be seen from the sweat on the temples next to his face that he was enduring great pain at this time.

"You can actually shout out if it hurts, but we won't laugh at you."

Song Qinian said nothing and remained motionless. Only his heavy breathing could be heard in the quiet room.

Compared to Xu Hai, Yinfeng's thoughts were more delicate. He could sometimes guess what Song Qinian was thinking, so he dragged a stool and sat in front of the bed:

"Do you want to leave all your grievances in front of His Highness?"

Perhaps these words stung the young man, and his hunched body moved slightly while lying on the bed.

Seeing his reaction, Yinfeng smiled and said, "His Royal Highness has entered the palace."

Song Qinian turned his face sideways, his eyes darkened, his cheeks bulging, but he still said nothing.

"Xiao Song, I am different from you."

Yinfeng didn't know why he suddenly said something.

"What I like is Xu Hai, an ordinary person, and what you like is His Highness."

Song Qinian's head suddenly lifted up from the quilt, and the violent movement pulled at the torn muscles in his back, making his lips tighten in pain.

"Be careful. Your back is seriously injured. I'm afraid you won't be able to recover within a month."

Song Qinian's eyes were heavy and boundless. He raised his eyes and stared at the other person, "What do you mean?"

"On the night of the Lantern Festival, I saw you and His Highness. You also know that I like Xu Hai, right?"

The young man pursed his lips and said nothing.

"It doesn't matter. His Highness is worried about our faces and didn't make it clear. But since I have chosen this path, I am definitely not afraid of being known. When I get older, I will no longer be His Highness's bodyguard and become an ordinary person. No one will pay attention to me. What will it be like? But you are different, Xiao Song.

The person you like is too far away from you. He is His Highness, the Crown Prince, and will be the next monarch in the future. Even if you put aside the different identities, do you think it is possible for you and him... ? "

Naturally it is impossible.

So Song Qinian had already made a decision in his mind.

The decision to take care away from you.

Seeing that the young man didn't speak, Yinfeng thought that the other party had heard what he said, so he reached out and patted his shoulder:

"You should have a good rest first, and I will bring it to you after the medicine is ready."

Because Song Qinian was injured, in order to let him have a good rest, the guards who slept with him were arranged to go elsewhere.

After the medicine was boiled, Yinfeng carried him to the low stool in front of him. Seeing that he was squinting and wondering if he was asleep, he reminded him in a low voice:

"Xiao Song, I put the medicine here. It's still very hot. Can you drink it yourself later?"

Song Qinian said weakly "Yeah".

Yinfeng quietly withdrew.

It was very quiet at night.

So quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Although medicine was applied to his back, the burning pain still tortured the boy on the bed. He remained lying on his stomach, motionless.

Of course he didn't fall asleep.

Therefore, there was a very small sound of opening the door, and he heard it.

Someone came over, their steps were very light, as if they were afraid of disturbing him.

The visitor held a small candle and walked to the bedside. He frowned when he saw the already cold medicine bowl placed on the low stool.

"Why doesn't this kid even take the medicine well?"

The person on the bed seemed to murmur because of the pain, and there was a faint hint of sobbing, which shocked Gu Yu.

Did you cry in pain?

"Is it your highness?"

Perhaps the light produced by the candle he held in his hand caused the person lying on the bed to open his eyes slightly, as if he was stabbed by the light.

"Did it wake you up?"

Song Qinian wanted to get up, but was stopped by Gu Yu.

"Don't move!"

He wanted to help him, but he didn't know where to put his hands so as not to touch the other person's wounds.

The thick quilt was placed around the young man's waist, and the wound on his back did not dare to be pressed too hard, so that he could breathe freely.

Gu Yu asked cautiously: "Is it cold or not? Does it still hurt?"

The other party cried and replied: "It hurts a lot, Your Highness."

"I asked you not to even take medicine, how can you not feel pain?"

Song Qinian pursed his lips and did not respond. His nose twitched. The light was dim, but Gu Yu could guess the expression on the young man's face.

"I forgot......"

"Why don't you leave someone to take care of you?"

Seeing that he was silent, Gu Yu took away the cold medicine bowl and sat down next to him.