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The man's palms were warm, but there was no trace of moisture. Xun Zhui Ruan Ruan lay in Yan Zhaohe's arms for a while, struggling to get up.Yan Zhaohe had already prepared his coat, and waited for Xun Zhui to put it on. After tossing and tossing for a while, all his hair fell apart, and the hairpin was hidden in the quilt, and he fumbled for a while before finding it from the corner.

"The hairpin is not a rare thing. If Your Majesty likes it, I will present it to Your Majesty." Yan Zhaohe gently smoothed Xun's long hair.

Xun Zhui lowered his head and scratched his nails, while Yan Zhaohe held a strand of his hair and said, "The last time Your Majesty cut his hair was three years ago."

The implication is that it's time to trim the ends of the hair again.

"You arrange." Xun wrote.

Xunzhui's hair is soft, if you don't pay attention when you sleep, you wake up in a mess and need to tidy up for a long time, pressing the curled ends with water.

He was already lethargic, and after Yan Zhaohe left, all the things were on him, disturbing him so much that he couldn't live a day.The distance between the north and the south is far away, and I have been on the road all night to keep vigilant in case of accidents. My nerves are tense and I am not too sleepy, but from the moment I saw Yan Zhaohe, all the sleepiness disappeared with the time Yan Zhaohe was with me. become more and more obvious.

The environment in the Ivy Villa is quiet, and the corridor panes are made of trapezoidal shapes. Looking from the inside of the panes, every place looks like a fresh scenery.Sometimes it is a delicate and charming flower, and sometimes it is a strong green bamboo that goes deep into the clouds.Medium-sized potted plants are placed under the panes at the corner of the corridor, and the most vigorous part of the potted plants is just in the middle of the panes, forming a vivid painting.

Only rich and noble families can afford to build gardens, and the only person who can build such a large villa is Bo Yan.

When Xun chased him to the guest room, he was unconscious and was carried by someone, so he didn't know how far it was from the front hall. Yan Zhaohe took him all the way there, and before entering the front hall, Xun Zhui felt his back sweating a little.

Before the meal was served, the owner of the Bo village was sitting in the owner's seat, and Xun Zhui wanted to say hello to him, but as soon as he put his eyes on this person, he immediately dismissed the idea.

Bo Yan patted Yu Niesheng who was sitting on his lap reading, and Yu Niesheng jumped off his lap.The moment he jumped off, Yu Niesheng met Xunzhui's eyes, his eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, not at all the luster he had when he communicated with Xunzhui before.

Bo Yan saluted and said: "The grassroots refer to Your Majesty, and all blessings to Your Majesty."

Xun Zhui raised his hand, Yan Zhaohe said, "Please get up."

During the meal, Yu Niesheng didn't serve the table, and when the food was served, he quietly left from the other side. Xun asked Yan Zhaohe why Yu Niesheng didn't stay.

He lowered his head and wrote on Yan Zhaohe's left hand. After hearing this, Yan Zhaohe explained, "He has his own place to eat."

"Master Bo, Your Majesty wants to have a meal with Young Master Yu." Yan Zhaohe said.

"He has eaten, does the food in the villa still suit His Majesty's taste?" Bo Yan asked him left and right.

Xun Zhui put down his chopsticks, "It's not tasty."

Then he drank the warm water in the teacup in front of him, got up and left.

Bo Yan is a man with a high-mindedness in his bones, and what he shows is that his eyes are above his head, and his salute to Xun Zhui is just because of the difference in status between the two parties.Maybe while kneeling, he scolded him for being unworthy.

The meal was very depressing at the beginning, and the timely stop of the loss made him feel instantly relieved.It's just that the scene of Yu Niesheng leaving before the meal kept playing in his mind, which made him subconsciously think that Yu Niesheng was even more vulnerable than him.

Bo Yan used to have a wife who died in a fire, and this lady hadn't been dead for a few days, so he just let Yu Niesheng hang around in front of everyone.

Subconsciously, Xunzhui felt that Yu Niesheng was unwilling.

He wandered around alone, and a small path branched out into many forks, and he lost his way as he walked, and couldn't tell the north, south, east, and west.Xun Zhui became more and more tired from walking, and was about to jump to some high place to have a look, but he heard the sound of reciting medicinal materials not far away.

"They are students studying in the villa, and later they will serve as doctors scattered in various medical centers in the villa."

A voice came from behind Leng Buding, Xun Zhui slipped and nearly fell, but was supported from behind.

"Why did Your Majesty come here alone?" Yu Niesheng asked with the medicine roll in his hand.

Xunzhui shook his head, Yu Niesheng smiled slightly: "The villa is so big, I often get lost too."

"At this time, everyone is going out to treat the victims. I'm going to return the books in the Medicine Pavilion, which is not far from here. Why don't you take it as a tour, and I'll take you back to the guest room after delivering the books."

Yu Niesheng saw that it was inconvenient for Xun Zhui to speak, so he said immediately.

Both of them are about the same size and age, and they are more comfortable getting along than those mature men.

"Your Majesty, are you still getting used to it? This summer is very humid, so you need to eat more food to dispel dampness." Yu Niesheng said, "Many northerners are not acclimatized to the south, and it's normal that they can't eat much in the past few days. A little adaptation It will ease over time."

Xun Zhui took advantage of Yu Niesheng's introduction to observe Yu Niesheng, and it didn't look like he was looking for death.

Yu Niesheng bent his eyes: "Your Majesty seems to want to ask me something."

The two stopped together, Xun Zhui picked up a branch at random and wrote on the ground: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Yu Niesheng put his arms on his knees and squatted like Xun Zhui.

"I heard that His Majesty is very young. Before I came here, I calculated that His Majesty seems to be about the same age as me. I was a little scared at first. People living in the palace are very honorable, especially Your Majesty."

"But when Your Majesty and I fell into the water together and were rescued ashore but jumped back." Yu Niesheng smiled embarrassedly, "I think His Majesty is no different from ordinary people of our age except that he is His Majesty."

Yu Niesheng took the initiative to mention it, saving Xun from chasing the topic, "Why do you want to die?"

It's hard to say, but straightforward.

Yu Niesheng blinked and laughed, "I just want to die."

I have no other thoughts, just want to die.

The branch in Xun Zhui's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and Gu Lulu rolled down the slope of the path.

"But I don't want to die." Yu Niesheng said again, and then said in a low voice: "If the funeral is rushed like Madam, wouldn't it be a loss?"

"Madam Bo?" Xun Zhui was taken aback.

Yu Niesheng stopped talking, and pouted the piece of grass near him on the side of the road. Xun Zhui didn't know whether he should remind him to continue walking, so he pouted along with him.

Both of them had a lot of green grass juice on their hands, and Yu Niesheng yelled, "I forgot to return the book!"

Yu Niesheng lived here, and Xunzhui was a guest. After he was on the road again, he kept introducing various parts of the villa to Xunzhui. Even though Xunzhui couldn't speak, the atmosphere between the two was quite harmonious.

The Medicine Pavilion is the place where the pharmacopoeias are kept in the Ivy Villa. An old man with silver hair was sitting at the door. When he saw Yu Niesheng coming, he smiled and said, "Young master is here to return the book again? I just borrowed it the day before yesterday, and I can still finish reading it today?"

Yu Niesheng pointed to his reddened eye sockets, "I didn't sleep."

"I heard from the women in the back kitchen that the young master took a bath in the water tanker today. Could it be that he didn't close his eyes for two nights and worked so hard that he fell asleep while walking?"

Yu Niesheng had that light and weak Liu Fufeng smile again: "Yes."

"Who is this?" the old man asked while recording the book.

Yu Niesheng opened his mouth and didn't speak. He couldn't find any good identity for Xunzhui, so Xunzhui took a pen from the old man and wrote: "I am a relative of the owner's friend, and no one cares about my family, so I came to hang out with my relatives. "

Seeing that Xun Zhui was writing and not talking, the old man looked at his face regretfully and said, "It's not a good time to come here, but the scenery is also beautiful, you have to be careful, don't go to the city to play."

"why?"

"Many people died of the plague in the city, and the burial has not yet been completed. The servants in the village are also sent out to cremate and bury them every day. They are too busy."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Niesheng tapped the table, "Keep these words in your stomach, don't scare the guests."

"Okay, okay, what did the young master say. I got a new can of good wine. If you want to drink it, you can bring a small jug to my place to decorate. Don't let the owner find out."

Yu Niesheng nodded, "Thank you."

Speaking of the plague, Xun Zhui finally remembered Song Nanping.

"Where is Doctor Song?" Xun asked Yu Niesheng on the way back.

"The doctor who came with you? He's in the medicine garden now." Yu Niesheng said, "There is a wide range of medicinal herbs planted in the villa. Those that can be found in the market or specially paid for the royal family are planted here. Dr. Song may have to stay in the medicine garden for several more hours."

It is not convenient to always write and walk, so the two simply sat on a large stable rock and chatted.

Xunzui wanted to ask, but Yu Niesheng was also willing to ask.

"As far as I know, the villa was burnt down, how much medicinal material did King Zhao buy back?"

Yu Niesheng pondered: "A lot."

"South enough?"

"Yes." Yu Niesheng nodded, "If you want to know, you can ask the owner directly."

Compared with the Tai Hospital, the overall atmosphere in the villa made Xun Zhui believe that the plague prescription would first come from this place.One of the advantages of private doctors over imperial hospitals is that they diagnose and treat more patients, and they can see all kinds of difficult and miscellaneous diseases. Although imperial hospitals have rich experience and superb medical skills, they are conservative in their medication and are not as bold as private doctors.

For example, a certain bruise doctor.

Xun Zhui doesn't really want to communicate with Bo Yan, Yan Zhaohe is enough to communicate.

Back in the guest room, Yan Zhaohe was already waiting in the room. Yan Zhaohe smiled and asked Xunzhui Villa if it was fun.

Xun Zhui shook his head: "No shopping."

"It seems that His Majesty likes Young Master Yu very much. The villa is boring, so being with Young Master Yu is also a good choice."

Xun Zhui cut to the chase and asked the question he was always curious about: "What's the relationship between Yu Niesheng and Bo Zhuangzhu?"

Yan Zhaohe said with His Majesty's knowing smile, "Lover."

"Yu Niesheng is a good man."

Yan Zhaohe nodded, "But Bo Yan is not necessarily a bad person."

"Yu Niesheng has lived in the villa for four or five years, and the old man in the Medicine Pavilion calls him Young Master."

What does young master mean?Lower than the wife, higher than the concubine, but no status.At best, it sounds like a young master, but at worst, it's just a plaything that can be thrown away at any time without a title.

It is impossible for Yu Niesheng to come from a humble background with his upright air of a son.The topic of suicide is so natural to communicate with people, it must not be the first time to seek death.

Xun Zhui sneered in his heart, sure enough this Bo Yan is not a good thing.

He took up a pen and wrote, "Stay away from that owner Bo!"