Fragrance in the wind

Chunyu Gurui picked up a memorial on the table, opened it and read a few lines, the servant next to him came in nervously and said: "Your Majesty...something happened in the dungeon!"

After listening to him explain the reason, Chunyu Gurui got up and stopped in front of the prison gate in an ordinary warm sedan chair.

He ignored it, and walked directly to the cell where Zizhou was. When he saw it for the first time, his heartbeat almost stopped.

On the straw mat that was as wide as one person, Zi Zhou clutched his abdomen and curled up in pain, spitting out big mouthfuls of dirty blood continuously.

"What's going on?" Chunyu Gurui hugged Zizhou in panic, the blood was still dripping from his mouth, his whole body was pumping non-stop, and he looked straight at him with unfocused eyes.

"Damn it!" Chunyu Gurui sternly roared, "How do you see people, I see it like this."

"Slaves deserve death, slaves deserve death!" The jailers were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

"The imperial physician! Where is the imperial physician?"

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty." One of the jailers summoned up the courage to raise his head and said, "This... This is a heavenly prison. Without His Majesty's will, the imperial physicians cannot enter."

Unable to take care of other things at the moment, Chunyu Gurui had no choice but to pick up Zizhou and leave the prison, carrying him all the way to Zhaoyang Palace.

The imperial physicians had been waiting here for a long time, waiting for His Majesty to let them go, and immediately rushed up to give needles and pulse diagnosis, and they had a busy meal.

Chunyu Gurui stood aside covered in blood, staring deeply at the person on the couch, with no expression on his face, no smile to decorate his face, which looked unusually stern, even the entire Zhaoyang Palace was covered by him. The air pressure is more dull than ever.

After an unknown period of time, the people on the couch gradually settled down, and the blood spitting out of their mouths was not as deep as before. One of the imperial physicians turned around and walked in front of the emperor, bowing his head and saying, "Your Majesty, don't worry, the Sixth Highness has a different physique. Ordinary people, if the poisoning is not too deep, they can automatically resolve it, and with timely treatment, there is no danger to their lives at present, the minister will prescribe some medicine, and drinking it for a few days can remove the residual toxins in the body."

"I see." Chunyu Gurui waved his hand with a tired face: "Everyone, get back!"

After everyone retreated one after another, he walked slowly to the front of the collapse and sat down.

Looking into the distance, Chunyu Gurui's expression seemed to be recalling, and he said slowly: "I have loved you for as long as my father, but...why you can't see it."

He took a deep breath, tried to relieve the suffocation in his chest, and continued: "Do you remember when you were a child? Once you were sick, lying on the bed hot all over, your blush cheeks were so cute, I lay on your lap I couldn't help kissing you before, but it woke you up, just when I was panicking, and you... actually called the prince." As he said, the corners of his lips curved into a smile: "You mistook me As a prince, should I be happy, or should I get you up and beat me up so you can see who I am?"

After a moment of silence, Chunyu Gurui's eyes fell on Zizhou's face: "Brother with a clear mind, how could he have such a possessive desire for his younger brother!"

He didn't know whether he could hear what he said, maybe it was in this situation that he could confide his heart unscrupulously. The love he had endured for ten years finally saw the light of day one day, but it was not too much. Much excitement, but more despair than imagined.

"What my father did for you, I can do the same. If you want love, I can give it to you. I will give it to you with all my heart. It will definitely not be less than what my father gave." There was a certain certainty in his eyes.

At this time, the servant walked in with brisk steps, and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, the queen is here."

"En." Chunyu Gurui wasn't surprised at all, but gave a faint order: "The medicine is ready? Bring it up!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The servant bowed and agreed.

A moment later, the queen who had not put on makeup took off her layers of fine clothes, and knelt down in front of Chunyu Gurui wearing only an ordinary outer robe.

"What is the queen doing?" Chunyu Gurui asked.

"The concubine is guilty! I came here specially to ask His Majesty to take off her hairpin." The queen raised her beautiful neck and fixed her eyes on the ground.

"What is the Queen's fault?"

"The concubine was appointed to lead the harem, but he didn't want none of the sisters in the harem to satisfy His Majesty, causing His Majesty to indulge in Longyang's obsession; the concubine wanted to get rid of those who seduce the Lord and solve problems for His Majesty, but he didn't want to fail. The concubine unexpectedly It is stupid to act recklessly without knowing it clearly in advance."

While the queen was speaking, the servant delivered the boiled medicine to the emperor. The emperor took it, blew on the hot air a few times, then lowered his head and took a sip. Picking up the sleeping Zizhou, let him lean in his arms.

Chunyu Gurui listened to the queen's words, staring at the clean facial features of the person in his arms, he smiled lightly, "The queen seems to have misunderstood something."

The queen hesitated slightly: "What did the concubine misunderstand?"

"Obviously I'm seducing him! You see he's been sleeping all the time, how can he seduce someone?" After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, and the latter came up again with the medicine, and Chunyu Gurui took a sip of it, He lowered his head and covered Zizhou's lips, and slowly sent the medicine in.

Zizhou twitched his eyebrows indistinctly, and stretched out his hand to push Chunyu Gurui's shoulder, but that strength did not shake him at all, instead it seemed to outsiders that he wanted to refuse and welcome.

The kiss on the lips has changed over time.Kissing and kissing, Chunyu Gurui's mind became a little confused, maybe he used all his life's love for this person on this kiss, which made him appear so passionate and obsessed.

The terrified eyes of the queen kneeling in front of them wandered over the two of them, and the two men kissed each other. The shock brought by this scene was indescribably chilling, even a little disgusting.

A few days later, all the toxins in Zizhou's body were eliminated, and he was arranged to live in the side hall of Zhaoyang Hall.

One night, in a drowsy state, I suddenly heard a familiar call.

He suddenly opened his eyes and heard the voice coming from outside the window, so he slumped down and asked in a trembling voice, "Is it Fu Zhi?"

Only the person outside the window replied immediately: "It's a slave. The servant heard from the people outside that His Majesty brought a man from the dungeon. The servant thought it was His Highness, so I came here to confirm when there was no one else."

Zizhou can no longer express how he feels in his heart. After going through so many things, Fu Zhi has become the closest person to him.

"It's running out of time, Your Highness, listen to me, the Supreme Emperor has already woken up, and now he is imprisoned in Qingluan Palace, his mind is a little unclear, and he doesn't know anyone."

"Father is not dead?" Zizhou exclaimed, suddenly realizing his gaffe, and quickly covered his mouth.

"Yes, Your Highness. You have to take good care of yourself, and this servant will find a chance to rescue Your Highness."

"No!" He had already despaired once, and he was afraid that God would let him bear it again, "Don't act rashly, I'm afraid he will attack Father. I will find a way to get out of here."

"Someone is coming, the servant must leave, Your Highness protect yourself well." Fu Zhi disappeared after finishing speaking.

After Zizhou stabilized his emotions, he lay on the bed again. His father was not dead, but his father woke up. He clutched his beating heart, tossing and turning, fearing that it was a dream, and the tears he had endured for many days finally fell at this moment.

In the next few days, Zizhou seemed to be a different person, without anyone's persuasion, he took the initiative to eat and drink medicine.Within a few days, his body gradually improved and his spirit improved a lot, but he was a little more cautious than before, quietly observing everything here, and secretly preparing his escape plan.

That night, Chunyu Gurui broke in drunk, saw the people on the couch staring at him in horror, and the scenes about the day and morning appeared in front of him.

"Your Majesty! How can you forget the Supreme Emperor's expectations of you? He has entrusted you with thousands of miles of land, how can you ignore it?"

"Your Majesty! Don't stay with such tempters!"

"If your Majesty insists on going his own way and refuses to listen to advice, he will eventually follow the path of the Supreme Emperor and harm the country and the people!"

"The minister is willing to learn from death!"

A tragedy happened above the court hall, and Doctor Jian fell down the steps with his face covered in blood.

"Let go of me, I'm your brother." Along with shouting, Zizhou slapped Chunyu Gurui on the face.

Seeing the tyranny in Chunyu Gurui's eyes ignited, he grabbed Zizhou's throat with his hands, "Don't you want to die? Well, I'll send you to die."

Zi Zhou waved his arms and hit him indiscriminately, but the man did not waver in the slightest.

Gradually his vision became more and more blurred, his eye sockets were covered with bloodshot eyes, the initial strong resistance suddenly stopped, Chunyu Gurui suddenly sobered up, and withdrew his hand as if he had been stung by a bee.

Zizhou lay on the bed for a long time without regaining his breath, Chunyu Gurui caressed his chest like crazy to give him comfort, and said repeatedly: "I don't want you to die, I... I didn't do it on purpose."

It took a long time for Zizhou to catch his breath. He looked at the mad man with mournful eyes, not daring to resist any more.

"You want to leave me, don't you?" Chunyu Gurui understood the begging in his eyes.

Zizhou didn't dare to answer.

"The deal between my father and me, he gave me what I wanted and asked me to let you go, but he missed a step." He leaned into his ear, "What I want is actually you."

He laughed wildly, and felt that the other party froze because of his words, took advantage of the gap to roll over Zi Zhou's body, and pressed his head under the brocade quilt.

"Don't treat me like this, just let me go," Zizhou twisted his body with all his strength, while Chunyu Gurui violently tore his clothes, while whispering coaxingly: "Zhouer, you know I have Do you love you so much? Do you know how much I want to call you Zhou Er intimately every day like my father, and be able to linger with you every night, and now I have it. "

"You're crazy! You're a lunatic!"

"I've gone crazy already, do you still care about me being crazy?"

Finally, he found the dagger with his hand hidden under the mat, and he drew it across his neck: "If you touch me, I will kill myself."

Chunyu Gurui finally stopped what he was doing, and looked at him with red eyes: "I'm just so annoying to you!"

Zizhou didn't say anything, just increased the weight of the dagger in his hand, and the blood rolled down his neck drop by drop until the mat pillow was stained red.

Chunyu Gurui felt distressed and angry at the same time, so he could only force himself to stay away from him. He leaned against the bed and fell into a painful struggle. One side was his true love, and the other side was Jiangshan Sheji. He tore it in two.

In this way, the hellish night passed by, and the maids were all shocked when they came in to clean.

The person on the bed didn't even have a trace of breathing, lying there soundlessly like a delicate snow sculpture.