Who took away my wealth

As he got closer and the firelight shone, Gu Yucai saw the untimely blush on the young man's face.

Why are you still blushing?

A bad feeling arose.

He reached out to touch Song Qinian's forehead, and it was indeed surprisingly hot.

"You little kid, do you know you have a fever?"

Song Qinian was not too surprised. He just pulled the corners of his lips and smiled bitterly: "Yeah, maybe the wound is inflamed. My subordinate said that he felt hot and cold."

Gu Yu: "..."

He suspected that Song Qinian did it on purpose.

He was sent by God to test his compassion and patience.

"You... forget it, I'll give you the hot medicine first, you wait."

After saying that, Gu Yu very gently pulled the quilt off the young man. In order to avoid pressing his wound, he could only put it on the other man's shoulder weakly, and then went out with the medicine bowl.

Song Qinian turned his head and looked in the direction of the door, his eyes sticky and heavy, falling heavily on Gu Yu's back. The latter was probably in a hurry to get out and didn't feel the coveting eyes behind him at all.

Gu Yu came back soon.

He gently opened the door and called the boy softly when he reached the bed.

"Kid, drink the medicine."

Song Qinian's eyes opened slightly, his lips were chapped and his throat was hoarse: "Your Highness, I can't get up."

This was not an act, Song Qinian really couldn't get up.

Gu Yu sat by the bed, stirred the hot soup with a spoon, then put it to his mouth and blew on it:

"It's okay, just raise your chin a little and I'll feed you."

The porcelain-white spoon hit the edge of the bowl from time to time, making a crisp sound, accompanied by the sound of the boy swallowing softly, which was a little obvious in this night.

Song Qinian drank the medicine very slowly, and he didn't know how long the small spoonful of medicine had to stay in his mouth before he could swallow it. Every time he swallowed, he had a painful expression, as if he was taking poison.

Every time he raised his head after taking a sip, he could see Gu Yu helping him blow the medicine, his eyes bright and clear, shining with the light of capture.

"I just entered the palace and helped you go to the Imperial Hospital to get the best medicine for sores."

Song Qinian's eyes moved slightly.

"The old academician of Tai Hospital is really difficult to deal with. I use my identity as the Crown Prince to suppress him, but he won't give me any medicine. He insists on knowing all the Chinese medicine in the cabinet before he gives it to me."

The moonlight outside shone in, and the room was not as dark as before. Song Qinian lay on the bed, staring at Gu Yu's fair face, which glowed like white jade under the moonlight. His throat felt itchy and a little dry. thirsty.

"So, has His Highness got it?"

Gu Yu put down the empty bowl in his hand, then pulled the back corner of the boy's back and said:

"I recognized it, seeing that the grasses all looked the same. In the end, it didn't work out, so I went to beg my father. My father forced me to arrange the spring hunting, and then he was willing to order me to go to the Tai Hospital to get medicine. "

Song Qinian watched Gu Yu take out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, waved it in front of him, and grinned, with dazzling white teeth:

"There is nothing I can't get. I heard that after applying this medicine, the pain will be gone the next day, and it will be completely cured in half a month. However, my father saw that I was almost recovered, and asked me to go to court on time tomorrow. .....”

Song Qinian: "Your Highness...you have been so kind to me, and I really can't repay you in return."

"So, you have to get better quickly, become stronger, and have a big future in order to repay me. You also know that I like money the most. When the time comes, you can become a wealthy businessman and give me money for fun. .”

Hearing Gu Yu's tone carefully, he didn't take it seriously, but Song Qinian kept it firmly in his heart.

He doesn't care about power, he doesn't like power, he only likes money.

Then he will become very rich.

While thinking about it, Gu Yu had already lifted the quilt, squeezed the ointment into his hand, and rubbed it on the wound on the young man's back.

"Sigh~"

"Does it hurt?"

"Well, it hurts."

The young man's eyes were shining, which was in sharp contrast to the man who bit the quilt and said nothing while the doctor applied the medicine.

"Then let me blow it for you, as gently as possible."

The air flow gently blew over the skin on the back, like a spring breeze coming from a dry canyon.

The skin on the boy's back was trembling.

Gu Yu thought he was shaking in pain, and even looked at him with a bit of pity.

The medicine prescribed by the doctor for Song Qinian contained analgesic and tranquilizing ingredients, but the herbal medicine took effect too slowly. Even after an hour, the boy's body temperature had not dropped.

On the contrary, it is sometimes cold and sometimes hot.

"Your Highness..."

Song Qinian's voice was thin and weak.

"It's too late. You can go back and rest. Subordinate... I can do it alone."

The young man said "yes", but he showed that he was as angry as a gossamer and could pass away at any time.

How reassuring this is!

Gu Yu sighed and rested the back of his hand on the boy's forehead for a moment. It was still very hot, but the boy shrank slightly as if he was cold.

That’s all.

Anyway, I won't be able to sleep for two hours before I get up to go to court.

He will stay here tonight to take care of Song Qinian.

Isn't it just an all-nighter? It's not like he has never worked overtime before.

"Stop being brave."

Gu Yu touched the young man's hair and comforted him, "I'll stay and take care of you."

*

When he woke up again, Gu Yu found that he was sleeping in Song Qinian's bed.

The boy was squeezed on the inside of the bed, lying on his side with his eyes closed, his head leaning on the side of his neck, his chin resting on his shoulder, the hot breath from the tip of his nose spraying on his neck, and his hands still clasped him The belt was placed around his waist.

This posture seems ambiguous no matter how you look at it.

Gu Yu subconsciously wanted to push it away, but then he thought that the young man still had wounds on his body, and such a push would definitely hurt him.

Didn't I say I wanted to take care of him? Why did he just sleep on the bed?

He seemed to be very sleepy and almost fell off the stool. The young man couldn't bear it and moved inside with difficulty, letting him lie down on it.

Gu Yu thought it was inappropriate.

Song Qinian pitifully said that he was cold, and asked him if he disliked his low status.

Of course it can't be the case.

I just accidentally thought about the boy's sexual orientation and felt a little uncomfortable.

But then I thought about it, what's wrong with sleeping in the same bed with his brother? Besides, Song Qinian was injured so badly that it was difficult to even turn over, and he didn't mind squeezing him, so why should he be pretentious?

So he lay down on it and moved a little, trying to stay close to the other person without squeezing his wound: "Is it still cold?"

The young man lowered his eyelashes, blocking his eyes with darkness.

He gently sniffed the scent of the person in front of him, his face was hidden in the darkness, and the corner of his mouth opened in a small arc:

"It's not cold anymore, Your Highness."