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"What?" Xun Zhui couldn't hear Yu Niesheng's words clearly, but felt that he couldn't miss it, so he wrote.

After seeing it, Yu Niesheng shook his head, "It's nothing, you should have a good rest."

Just now the two of them rolled in the water together, it was obvious that Yu Niesheng had soaked longer than Xun Zhui, he was the one who needed rest the most, but now he was walking casually like a normal person.Thinking back to this point, Xun couldn't help but feel admiration in Yu Niesheng's eyes.

When Xun chased his eyes, Yu Niesheng felt uncomfortable, and he said softly, "Then I'll go first, see you at dinner."

As soon as Yu Niesheng finished speaking, Xunzhui saw Yan Zhaohe, who had been away for a long time, coming from a distance. Yu Niesheng turned his back to Yan Zhaohe and didn't notice the person behind him. He left in a different direction from the way Yan Zhaohe came over, so the two People did not meet.Yan Zhaohe quietly got closer and closer to Xunzhui, and Xunzhui followed Yu Niesheng until Yan Zhaohe blocked the light in front of his eyes.

Xun Zhui pinched the door frame lightly with his hand, Yan Zhaohe saw the paper he threw on the ground casually, Xun Zhui kicked the paper behind him, not intending to let him see what he and Yu Niesheng were talking about.

Yan Zhaohe didn't really want to watch it either, "Your Majesty doesn't like to eat hot porridge. I put it in ice water to cool it down before taking it out. Eating it now is just a good way to cool off."

There's no need to struggle with the food, Xun chased after the red bean porridge and took it to the small round table in the room to eat.There is no sugar in the porridge, but the red beans are soft and rotten. In the hot summer, light food is more refreshing.

Xun Zhui didn't finish eating, he just ate half of it.

When he came, he was so dizzy in a carriage that he couldn't tell the difference between the south, the north, and the north, and the atmosphere with Yan Zhaohe was delicate along the way, so it was impossible for him to say that he was uncomfortable no matter what.Finally holding back to get out of the car, seeing Bo Yan and inexplicably throwing himself into the water, so that he is quite tired to do anything now.

Xun Zhui covered his face with both hands and rubbed vigorously a few times, and scraped vigorously around the eye sockets with his ring finger to cheer himself up a little.

Yan Zhaohe's concern was never absent, and he was never late. Before Xun Zhui let go, he heard Yan Zhaohe ask him if he wanted to take a rest immediately.

Xunzhui opened his eyes to look at Yan Zhaohe through his fingers, and the two made eye contact.

He put down his hand as if nothing had happened, and with his fingertips sticking to the teacup on the table, he wrote: "I'm going to the back mountain."

"can."

Yan Zhaohe responded too quickly, and when Xun chased back his fingers, he said again: "However, I suggest that Your Majesty should rest for a while. The area behind the mountain is wide, and the ruins have not been sorted out since the fire. Your Majesty can wait until he is refreshed."

This time Xun Zhui didn't go against Yan Zhaohe, and after sitting for a while, he went back to bed and rested.Xun Zhui didn't like wearing sweaty clothes, so Yan Zhaohe found another set of clean sleeping clothes and waited for Xun Zhui to change, Xun Zhui took off his shirt, but Yan Zhaohe didn't immediately put the sleeping clothes on him.

The man stood behind him with burning eyes.

The two of them could hear their breathing, and Xun Zhui even felt Yan Zhaohe's breath hitting his shoulder blades, making him ache.

When he was holding on to his coat and could hardly hold on, Yan Zhaohe stroked his knife wound two or three months ago, his fingers slid from the top to the end.

"It doesn't look good if there are scars."

The voice is very low, but the pity in it can be clearly felt by the listener.

Xun Zhui couldn't speak, pinched his shirt with his thumb, his fingertips turned white.

But if he could speak, he probably wouldn't answer.

I was often injured when I was young, because of my young age, the healing speed is fast and it is not easy to leave scars.Now that he is a little older, and the wound is deep, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no traces.

Xun Zhui didn't care, the scar grew on his back, out of sight and out of mind.

Yan Zhaohe withdrew his finger: "There is a doctor who specializes in treating scars in the villa. Since he is here, please ask the doctor to treat them together. Your majesty has a body of gold, and it is a pity to leave scars."

The boy's stature has not changed much from when Yan Zhaohe left Beijing, and his arms can still completely wrap around his waist.The bones wrapped under the fair skin grow a beautiful arc, until it stops at the more straight waistline.Although Xun Zhui is thin, his shoulders are extraordinarily stable and upright. The shoulders look round, but the bones inside feel extraordinarily sharp through the flesh.

The two haven't seen each other for a long time, but when they saw each other again, they lost the intimacy that Yan Zhaohe had before they left.

Going south was an impulsive move, but Xun Zhui also wanted to see how much medicinal materials Qingteng Villa could produce. He did not forget that Yan Zhaohe intercepted the disaster relief funds privately.

King Zhao valued the Ivy Villa so much, how many bargaining chips did Bo Yan have in his hand to make Yan Zhaohe deceive the king.

I thought that Qingteng Villa was a private villa that was bigger than ordinary Zhuangzi, but Xunzhui didn't expect that its scale was far beyond his imagination.The imperial court has stipulated that private buildings and private villas must not exceed the scope, and Qingteng Villa blatantly uses the back door.

I didn’t see any refugees on the way here. Compared with other places, this place is so peaceful, as if nothing happened.

After changing into pajamas, sleepiness hit like a tide, eroding the nerves, and Xun Zhui fell into a deep sleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Yan Zhaohe went out with the porridge, and the maid outside the door stepped forward to take the porridge away.

The door was open, and Yan Zhaohe was sitting on the chair where Xun Zhui had just eaten porridge, waiting for the owner of Ivy Villa.

Bo Yan entered the door and asked, "Sleeping?"

Yan Zhaohe: "The weight you give is heavy. He just fell into the water. I was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, so I only released half of it."

"Half is fine, with his body, one-third can also sleep." Bo Yan went straight to the bed and sat down, resting his right hand on Xun Zhui's pulse.

After only half a second, Bo Yan's lazy eyes moved suddenly.

He opened his mouth without speaking, pursed his lips and continued to take his pulse.

Mr. Bo's medical skills are good, but it doesn't mean that he can diagnose the pulse quickly, on the contrary, it takes longer than other doctors.

After he withdrew his hand and pressed his left hand in the air, Yan Zhaohe immediately swallowed what he wanted to ask, and the two walked out of the room one after the other.

Bo Yan deliberately closed the door, and then said to Yan Zhaohe, "What do you want to ask?"

"How is he?"

"The doctor brought by the little emperor said a word to Nie Sheng at the waterwheel." Bo Yan didn't answer directly.

Song Nanping told Yu Niesheng that he didn't have many ways to survive.

"You've given him medicine for so many years. You should know that there is a possibility of a cure with a highly poisoned poison, and a cure with a chronic poison that penetrates into the bone marrow?" Bo Yan saw that Yan Zhaohe's expression suddenly became serious, and said again, "But If you feed medicine irregularly, there is still room for the toxins in the little emperor's body to be excreted."

"Do you want to poison him or save him?" Bo Yan said with a playful smile.

"If you want to poison him to death, I will give you a poison to seal your throat right now. The little emperor left the palace privately, and asked the eighth princess to write a letter of death and return to Beijing. Li Chong rebelled, and you used the reason of King Qin to raise troops. The world belongs to you, Yan Zhaohe."

Yan Zhaohe frowned, "Bo Yan."

Bo Yan laughed, "Just kidding."

Before Yan Zhaohe got angry, Bo Yan reminded: "Pay more attention to the little doctor brought by the little emperor. I saw acupuncture marks on the little emperor's acupuncture points. I'm afraid he has discovered something, but he didn't tell the little emperor."

Song Nanping, a half-doctor in everything except orthopedics, was watching the medicine boy picking herbs in a medicine garden somewhere in the villa.

"Also." Bo Yan only made a mouth shape, but the voice didn't come out of his throat.

The sound of the man talking outside the door disappeared with the footsteps, and the boy on the bed suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were empty and he didn't know where to look. Finally, the gauze was the focus of his pupils.

Xun Zhui propped himself up on the edge of the bed, rubbed his wrists lightly, and thought, "It would be great if I could hear the conversation outside the door."

There are books in the room, and Xun chased one to pass the time. The book tells anecdotes about the author's travels in mountains and rivers. Showa coaxed him to get up.

Yan Zhaohe's voice was soft, and he crawled down the pole. He closed his eyes and grabbed Yan Zhaohe's hand, and buried himself in Yan Zhaohe's arms. Yan Zhaohe said, "How is your Majesty sleeping?"

Xun Zhui nodded.

"Master Bo invites His Majesty to have a meal in the front hall, all of which are His Majesty's favorite tastes."

Xun Zhui wrote on Yan Zhaohe's palm: "I don't want to eat."

"When you are a guest for the first time, always let him do his best to be a landlord."

Xun Zhui: "The people in the plague have no food to eat."

"The alms shed in the mountain villa is in the city. If your majesty wants to see it, I will take your majesty down."

Xun Zhui was taken aback for a moment, then asked again: "Isn't the villa in the city?"

When he came here, he saw street shops and the like near the villa, and thought that the villa was built in the city.

"The villa is built in the outskirts, but the management of the villa is special. People come here to open shops and go to the market, making this a special city outside the city."

Once Yan Zhaohe explained, Xun Zhui's doubts about the refugees were completely dispelled.

When it comes to refugees, the topic of the capital is naturally cited.

Yan Zhaohe asked Xunzhui: "Your Majesty, have you ever thought that Kang Qing's army in the capital will pose a threat to the palace?"

The tone is gentle, not accusatory.

If it was harsher, Xun Chase would still be full of anger, but it was so gentle and soft, like hitting cotton, he didn't know how to answer at once, and even felt quite embarrassed for no reason.

Xun Zhui answered honestly: I don’t know.

"Your Majesty hated King Chong in every possible way before, why did the minister leave and call him brother Chong?"

Xun Zhui was even more embarrassed, too frightened to write a single word.Yan Zhaohe still didn't let him go, and put his fingers in the palm of his hand.

Yan Zhaohe: "Kang Qing's army has never been on the battlefield. In terms of strength alone, it is not as powerful as Qingcheng's army. They can imprison all the members of the royal family. The lifeline of the world is in their hands, and the throne cannot be guaranteed."

Xun chased and scratched Yan Zhaohe's chest, Yan Zhaohe said with a smile: "Your Majesty wants to say everything, write it down, I must listen carefully."

The little emperor bit the bullet and wrote——I was wrong.

"Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, so you must consider everything you do, and you will support every decision your Majesty makes." Yan Zhaohe obviously did not intend to let go of this opportunity to ridicule.

Gentle as a knife.

Xun Zhui took a deep breath of the tea fragrance from Yan Zhaohe's body, and Yan Zhaohe put his hand on the back of Xun Zhui's neck and rubbed it like a dog.

"I have no choice. If the world changes hands, I can only kneel in front of King Chong and beg for mercy, and see if I can barely make a living." The man said briskly, "Your Majesty is hard to raise, and when the time comes, throw your Majesty wherever you like." Every corner lives and dies on its own.”

"Is it something people do!" Xun Zhui was sad and indignant.

Yan Zhaohe slowly pressed Xun Zhui's slender fingers: "Your Majesty, be careful."