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His appearance is not like that of the late emperor, and his temperament and appearance are similar to those of the deceased imperial concubine.The imperial concubine was both talented and beautiful back then, but she was dissatisfied with marrying into the royal family.Women in the south of the Yangtze River are usually weaker than those in the north. Liu Fufeng's face is delicate and affectionate. During the late emperor's southern tour, the Ye family pushed the imperial concubine onto the magnificent royal ship. Talents are all buried in this deep palace.When Ci died, the imperial concubine had already been ill for a long time, and she was relieved of her misery when she went.

The long silk-like hair was scattered on the bed, and Yan Zhaohe stroked it for Xun.Xun Zhui's nose felt hot, Yan Zhaohe patted Xun Zhui's shoulder: "Drink some medicine before going to sleep."

Xun Zhui was entangled by Meng and couldn't get out, so Yan Zhaohe helped him up a little bit, and asked Xun Zhui to lean his upper body against him, and he especially avoided the injury.Xun Zhui's head was limply tilted to the side of his face, Yan Zhaohe fed the medicine little by little, Xun Zhui knew the pain even when he fell asleep, so he frowned and refused to drink.People who have been ill for a long time naturally have someone around who knows how to take care of them. Yan Zhaohe never gave Xun Zhui the problem of drinking medicine and honey, and fed him medicine after mouthful. Xun Zhui finally cried out in a painful dream.

According to legend, the tears of the sharks in the deep sea turned into pearls, so they seldom shed tears. The emperor's tears were even harder than the sharks. The late emperor never shed tears.When it came to Xunzhui, the emperor's tears seemed extraordinarily cheap.But the throne also seems to be cheap, so it makes sense to think about it.

Cry when you are sad, cry when you fall, and cry when you don’t get it.

It seems that as long as you cry, you can get anything.

Xun Zhui cried like a weeping man, his thick eyelashes were all soaked, and the teardrops were crystal clear hanging on the eyelashes, which was extraordinarily vivid and beautiful under the candlelight.

His cheeks were flushed from crying, and his skin was already white, but a transparent blush leaked out unexpectedly.

The wetness was all wiped off bit by bit by King Zhao with a silk veil. After a night of tossing the medicine, after a short rest, it was time to go to court again.

The prince brought a refreshing cup of strong tea, and Yan Zhaohe drank one and a half cups without blinking, and he put the remaining half cup on the small table casually.Yan Zhaohe used to not like servants to touch his things. After taking care of the little emperor for a long time, he was regarded as half of the residents in the bedroom. Broken boards.

The little emperor woke up from his sleep, his lips and teeth were full of bitterness, he recalled last night carefully, but thinking about it gave him a headache and he stopped recalling it.The people in the hall were waiting outside, his mouth was so dry, he got off the bed with bare feet and went straight to fetch the teacup not far away.

After Yan Zhaohe came to court, he was surrounded by several ministers for a long time. When he rushed to the bedroom to see the little emperor, he was stopped by the prince standing outside the palace. The prince hesitated to speak, Yan Zhaohe saw The old man's expression became indistinguishable: "Why is Your Majesty angry?"

Wang Gonggong: "Your Majesty is taking a bath, and drove out all the old slaves, but behind your Majesty's back..." He said so hastily, Wang Gonggong suddenly forgot the taboos of the past few days, and quickly changed his words, "Your Majesty had a fever last night, this morning Wake up and take a shower, the old servant is afraid that His Majesty will have a hard time tonight."

This anger was inexplicable, shortly after Yan Zhaohe left, the prince came in with breakfast, and if Xunzui woke up, he could fill his stomach first.Chasing the disease is a disease, no matter how serious it is, you will not get up too late in the morning, and usually you can wake up before the end of the morning and read a book on the couch.

But today Xunzhui was sitting motionless in front of the desk, Wang Gonggong had just brought the breakfast in front of Xunzhui, and Xunzhui wrote: "Go out and prepare the bath soup."

The little emperor's face was so calm, the prince was not sure what it meant, but when he talked about taking a bath, he persuaded him, "Your Majesty, your injury has not healed yet, and the imperial doctor ordered you not to touch the water, if..."

"His."

The snow-white rice paper was torn in half by the young man, crumpled into two balls, and thrown on the ground one after the other.

"Old slave, I'm going to prepare now." Wang Gonggong hurried outside with the breakfast plate, he guessed that King Zhao would come back soon, and waited to send someone to boil hot water.

"Your Majesty has just entered, please persuade Your Majesty quickly!"

Yan Zhaohe pushed open the door of the hall, walked slowly to the bathing pool, and smiled when he saw the missing teacup on the small table as he passed by Xunzhui's sleeping hall.

The boy was sitting by the bathtub, his slender legs soaked in the warm water, and in his hand was a book of poetry that had just turned two or three pages.The little finger and ring finger of his right hand rested on the corner of the book, and the hem of the pajamas was completely soaked in the water, clinging to the inside of his calf, floating on the clear water.

Xun chased after hearing the sound of footsteps and turned around, Yan Zhaohe had just come down from the court hall and hadn't changed his clothes yet. The brocade clothes and crown were bright dark red, and the hem of the clothes was embroidered with a golden python with its teeth and claws.

Yan Zhaohe walked to Xunzhui's side, and Xunzhui handed him the note he had written in advance.

Xun asked Yan Zhaohe what the court officials had said this morning.

"Zhao Chuanzhi's son was involved in a murder case." Yan Zhao said softly.

Xun Zhui thought about it hard, Zhao Chuanzhi seemed to be the minister of the Ministry of Rites, and then Yan Zhaohe said: "Minister of the Ministry of Rites, Zhao Chuanzhi."

The little emperor dipped his finger in some water, and wrote on the ground that was not wet by the water: "Who is it?"

"Singer."

"Then don't care." Xun Zhui has been in the palace since he was a child, and he has never been outside the guards of the imperial army, and because he is weak, he feels out of breath after walking for a while.

Teenagers are like a blank slate, curious about everything in the outside world, but have a natural resistance to a certain type of people.For example, fireworks and willow lanes, such as slaves doing dirty work.

From the young man's point of view, these people are born synonymous with dirty, life or death has nothing to do with him.The lives of these people are born in the hands of others, so it is not worth mentioning.

Yan Zhaohe knelt down and put away his almost wet collection of poems, "Okay."

The monarch and his subjects are in the same room without any communication, the bath is not deep, and it has just reached Xun Zhui's lower abdomen.Xun Zhui leaned slightly and then slid down smoothly, the pajamas on his lower body were completely soaked, the boy's figure was distortedly reflected in the water, producing different shapes with the fluctuation of the water ripples.

Xun Zhui picked up a handful, the water scattered and fled, along his wrist all the way to find the elbow, and then dripped from the elbow back into the clear water.

He unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his back in front of Yan Zhaohe, who looked at his neck motionlessly.Xun Zhui threw his coat to the shore, and when he was about to bury his whole body in it, Yan Zhaohe said, "Your Majesty, I will help you up."

The little emperor continued to sink with his whole body as if he didn't hear it. Yan Zhaohe moved, and he jumped into the water to pick up the little emperor and send him ashore.Unable to give up, Xun jumped down when Yan Zhaohe wasn't paying attention. After tossing and turning a few times, the cloth wrapped around the wound had already leaked water. Yan Zhaohe quickly removed the cloth, and it seemed that he had to bandage it again.

He held down the restless little emperor and comforted him: "Your Majesty has encountered some troubles, and I am willing to share your worries for His Majesty."

Xun chased his head away from looking at Yan Zhaohe's gaze, Yan Zhaohe said again: "Let me guess, I just wanted to drink the strong tea that I didn't finish when I was thirsty, but I couldn't find the teacup no matter how hard I tried."

An angry gaze shot over, Yan Zhaohe smiled: "It seems that His Majesty is worried about this matter."

"The imperial dining room has cooked good porridge, and I serve you to change your clothes for breakfast."

He rested his hands on Xunzui's shoulder blades to prevent the wound from touching the ground.After lifting Xun Zhui up, he reached out to fetch the clean pajamas hanging on the shelf.Xun Zhui was sweating all over last night, but now he was completely washed away.

Yan Zhaohe was about to change clothes for the little emperor, Xun Zhui stood on the spot and looked at him with a pair of clear pupils, and then followed his clothes down the skirt.Yan Zhaohe's clothes were more than half wet just now in order to catch up with Xun, and the clothes that were soaked in water were sticking together layer by layer with a sense of draping.

The little emperor frowned, pointed at Yan Zhaohe's hand, Yan Zhaohe handed it to him, and Xun chased and wrote on his palm: "I will change my clothes myself, the prince will change his court clothes first when he goes to the side hall."

Yan Zhaohe's palm is full of cocoons, Xun Zhui's soft fingertips are writing on the palm of his hand, and the last stroke falls on the cocoon on his tiger's mouth. The thin cocoon is covered with old scars. Although it has healed, it can still be seen How shockingly hurt.The young man's glittering fingertips and King Zhao's old wound from holding the sword all year round, Xun Zhui said again: "Is that the time?"

This injury was also left when Xun Zhui was assassinated. The dancer at the banquet stabbed with a dagger, and King Zhao held the little emperor in his arms without a weapon and received the sword with one hand.

Yan Zhaohe's blood flowed on the spot, bright red flowing into the wide sleeve robe, he calmly commanded the imperial army to clean up the mess, when Xun found that Yan Zhaohe's sleeve robe could no longer contain the spread of blood.

He thought the scar should have healed long ago, it was because he couldn't see it.

Yan Zhaohe replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Xun Zhui subconsciously used his index finger to pick at the edge of his thumbnail, and Yan Zhaohe said: "The prince has already delivered the meal to the palace, Your Majesty will go to eat first."

Meals are nothing more than a small dish of side dishes and a bowl of overcooked porridge.However, this white porridge is made with black-bone chicken soup, and it is delicious with just a little salt.

Xun Zhui didn't have much demand for food, and the growing child ate in a regular manner according to Yan Zhaohe's regulations.He just sat by the bathtub and didn't feel the pain from the wound, and only after eating half a bowl of porridge did he feel the pain in his back, which was burning.

He got up early and drank Yan Zhaohe's cup of strong tea. The bitter taste in his mouth has not been suppressed until now, and it is as bad as the boiled medicine.

When Yan Zhaohe came back after changing his clothes, Xun Zhui was looking at the sun setting by the window, the porridge bowl in front of him was clean, only a lot of side dishes were left.The anger came and went quickly, and the fuss was inexplicable and then stopped.Yan Zhaohe put the memorial he had brought back from the hall in front of Xun Zhui.Xun Zhui only glanced at it and then quickly looked away, Yan Zhaohe said: "This is a memorial picked out by the minister, and His Majesty can take a look at it in his spare time to pass the time."

Xun asked Yan Zhaohe if the concubines in Liu Chongqing Temple were okay.

"Very good." Yan Zhaohe said, "However, it's a bit stuffy in the afternoon. If the supply of ice cubes is based on the amount of previous years, it may not be enough. I asked the Ministry of Internal Affairs to share more."

The imperial physician came to give Xun a diagnosis and treatment again, and the imperial physician said: "Your Majesty's complexion this morning is much better than what I imagined. It is hot weather, Your Majesty must not eat more cooling food."