Bai Yueguang was pissed off [Quick Transmigration]

Worried about hurting the eyes of the sleeping person, after pushing the door open, only a dim yellow light was lit in the room.

The force with which the door was pushed open was firm and unquestionable, but after entering the room, the movement was indeed extremely gentle.

Chu Wangheng, who was used to holding weapons in his hands, had a thin layer of calluses on his palms, and his actions were not gentle, even fierce.

His beautiful lines are always sharp and taut, like a large beast that cannot be provoked.Only when he walked to the bedside and gently pulled up the corner of the person's dangling quilt, did his expression show a little softness.

Then he raised his head and saw the appearance of the sleeping person on the bed.

It was not the peace and tranquility he had imagined, let alone the handsome and gentle in his memory.

It was more like a strange appearance that Chu Heng was completely unfamiliar with, and could easily grab his whole heart tightly.

He was thinking about the cherished treasure, his husband, after many years, pale, weak, lying in front of him dying, unable to say a word.

Immediately afterwards, there was a whole half night of turmoil and cold hands and feet.

Chu Heng has been stationed at the border for many years, and there are naturally skilled doctors among his entourage.

The trembling old imperial doctor has gray hair and is not a stranger. He has watched the king grow up since he was a child, and he is no stranger to Gu Xiang who wholeheartedly supports the king.

Because of this, he treated the drowsy young man very seriously, and after checking the pulse, he made another diagnosis as if he did not give up.

When he stood up, the old imperial doctor's fingers were trembling slightly. He went to lift the medicine box, but he didn't lift it up.

He Jun stood on one side, as if aware of something, his heart tightened, and just about to help, he saw a slender hand stretched out from the side, steadily lifting the medicine box out.

Nothing could be seen on Chu Heng's face, but inexplicably, He Jun looked at him and felt uncomfortable for a moment.

The old imperial doctor probably also saw this, and after deliberation, tried to describe the situation in a calm tone.

But the results were even worse than they imagined.

The lost and recovered prime minister is in unexpectedly bad health.It is not an exaggeration to say that he can appear here now, but he is hanging on his breath.

When the old imperial doctor said these words slowly, even He Jun, who didn't have a deep bond with others, felt a little unbearable, let alone waiting for Chu Heng for many years.

General He couldn't bear to look at His Majesty's appearance, he turned his head away, glanced around, and only saw the king's back stretched into a bowstring, and his eyes that he couldn't move away no matter what.

After that, no matter whether it was decocting medicine or taking care of her, Chu Heng never pretended to be someone else's.

Gu He didn't know that someone was watching him by the bed for a long time, but he only knew that when he was helped to sit up, he was a little dazed.

His cheeks were reddened by the high fever, his hands were hanging down, and he looked at the side in a daze, his eyes were warm light brown with watery eyes, even if he didn't smile, he looked very gentle.

Probably because he had just woken up, his eyes were in a semi-blurred state, and he couldn't see the situation clearly. He looked forward with great effort, but he only saw a vague figure in a trance.

Seeing his bewildered look, Xu Ying paused for a moment, then slowly bent down, as if saying something, then handed over another object, followed by the warm touch of the soup on his lips.

The tip of the nose is instantly lingered with a touch of bitterness from medicinal herbs, which is not very pleasant, even lethal.

Gu Xiang paused, his brows furrowed, and he subconsciously recognized too much.

Although his consciousness is not so clear, and he hasn't understood what's going on, Gu He has already subconsciously felt that he doesn't like the smell. Thinking about it, he even tried to hide behind.

Like a brazen kid.

Chu Heng was half-sitting by the bed, staring at him for a moment, saw his almost childish movements, couldn't help it, and slightly curved his lips.

The eternal ice in His Majesty's heart seemed to be shattered at once, and it became extremely soft.He watched quietly, paused for a while, and then slowly withdrew his fingers holding the soup.

In Chu Heng's impression, his husband has always been a powerful and invincible existence.

Whether it was helping him from the quagmire when he was down, or pushing him against all opinions and sending him to the border to seek a way out when he was in danger, he always smiled.

Appearing in an unusually powerful posture, as if no matter how big the world is, as long as he is there, nothing can hurt his little prince.

Year after year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, Chu Heng is the little prince whom he loves and protects, and has never changed.

They are inseparable beings.

Chu Heng has always believed that when he is strong and strong enough to protect his husband, he will definitely protect him under his wings, and he will not suffer any debts and suffer any hardships.

The young emperor had no doubts that he could do it.He just didn't expect that when that day came, his husband disappeared.

But when he was wandering and searching, and finally found someone, his husband was so pale, he had suffered a huge injury, and he looked like he was struggling to even say a word out loud.

And looking at him like this, for Chu Heng, it was no easier than crushing his heart.

The young emperor's face was icy cold, his hostility was rising every inch of his heart, and his cool eyes almost condensed into ice, like a large beast that had been robbed of a treasure and severely enraged.

If it wasn't for the precious person who was too fragile and needed his care, he would have already shown his ferocious claws, tearing all possible enemies to pieces.

Instead of restraining himself into a nearly harmless appearance for the sake of his husband like now.

It was only a momentary thing, although Gu Xiang was confused, but with many years of living experience, he had an almost keen intuition for dangerous auras.

He felt the emotional changes in the phantom in front of him, but he couldn't understand the complex feelings of ferocity and softness.

Gu Xiang sat blankly, dizzy, and couldn't help hesitating a little.

He seriously thought about the countermeasures he could make at present, but his thoughts were too chaotic, which made him almost uncontrollable, subconsciously making very childish actions.

——With a serious face, he stretched out a pale and cold finger, lifted it up, gently, quietly, with a little fluke, and pushed away the medicine bowl that was staying in the air and only a little distance away from him .

After pushing away, the finger did not leave immediately, but slowly poked on Chu Heng's finger as if to appease.

It seems to be saying: You'd better go, I don't know how to drink.

His Majesty held Meng's breath for an instant.

In fact, this is just a small gesture, which is more meant to drive away than to appease. To the king, it can even be called an offense.

But Chu Heng cherished it very much, his cold gray eyes instantly warmed up and became extremely soft.

He stretched out his arm and moved it, as if he wanted to help Gu Xiang's shaky shoulders, but when he remembered something, he retracted it silently.

It's so important, it's so precious that people don't know what to do.

Although he was a fearsome presence on the battlefield and in the court, Chu Heng at this moment was almost clumsy.

He realized that his husband didn't like bitter medicine, frowned, and thought of a way.

He remembered that in the past, Gu He always fed him candy, probably because he liked it, so he got up and touched the package, but only felt the cold short soldiers.

The desperate Chu Wangheng: "..."

Get up, put the medicine bowl on the table, put it away carefully, then go to the corridor, bow your head and call: "...He Jun, come up."

……

After working for nearly a whole night, I finally gave him medicine, tucked in the corners of the quilt, and wrapped him in the bed.

Chu Heng Momo, after drinking the medicine, still couldn't stop the hot forehead, worried, so he simply sat on the simple wooden chair in the inn, closed his eyes and rested.

The border is bitter and cold, even the king did not allow himself to have too superior conditions, and the war is even more difficult. Therefore, it is not difficult for Chu Heng to just stay up all night.

Gu He was completely dumbfounded.

He woke up early in the morning, and before he had time to get out of bed, he found that the repair progress that had been jumping up and down at Zero Egg was happy to jump to Ten.

This wasn't the most surprising thing, the most surprising thing was that he straightened up rubbing his dizzy head, and found that his extremely noble and inaccessible cub was sleeping on his bed.

The seat in the inn was narrow, and his long legs were pitifully bent, looking extremely aggrieved.

Prime Minister Gu was also stunned.

He was delirious from the fever last night. It cannot be said that he has no memory of what happened, but he has a little impression.

But because it was too unimaginable, he thought it was just an illusion when he was seriously ill.

Who would have thought... In short, Mr. Gu's current emotions are very complicated.

Chu Heng seemed to be extremely tired, sitting with his legs bent, half leaning against the wall, even the creak of Gu He getting up did not disturb him at all.

Gu He put on his coat, walked slowly to his side, squatted down, brushed his broken hair, took the clothes again, and covered his cold hands.

Even though I haven't seen it for many years, even if it's not clear what all this is going on.

Facing this familiar face that had rapidly grown and become sharper in a place that he couldn't see, Gu He still couldn't help feeling sad and proud.

As he used to do many years ago, he ran his fingers through the soft hair of the young king's face that did not match his face, and squeezed his hair ring.

The voice said softly: "Thanks for your hard work, Your Highness."

With his eyes closed tightly, His Majesty, who seemed to be in a deep sleep, finally couldn't hold back when he heard these words, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

The next second, above his head, he heard Mr. Gu's gentle voice holding back his laughter: "...Okay, it's uncomfortable here, go to bed and sleep."