The emperor always wants to give me marriage

That night.

Dingguohou Mansion.

The candles that had been extinguished early were relit, and the servant, who was in the middle of a good dream, put on his clothes and got up, bowed his waist and lowered his eyebrows, and walked cautiously in the empty Hou's mansion.

This small voice didn't want to disturb Ding Guohou's purity, he got up from his concubine impatiently, and asked angrily, "Who is making noise in the middle of the night?"

The servant who kept watch at night replied: "My son just returned to the mansion and summoned Mr. Bai Da, and all the servants are waiting."

The anger on Dingguohou's face was rigidly fixed on his face when he heard the word "Shizi", which was really embarrassing. He "hummed" angrily, retracted into the bed, and cursed in a low voice: "This little bastard, one day I will be able to rest my heart when I die."

The concubine babbled, but didn't dare to answer, hooked his neck, and both fell into a dream.

In the prince's room.

Mr. Bai Da held the ruler in one hand, put the other on Lin Fang's wrist, stared straight at him, and hummed for a long time: "I was still alive and kicking when I went out, and I will be there before half an hour." You have become a living dead, and you really value the old man's medical skills."

"Sir, you have excellent medical skills, so you don't need to be humble." Lin Fang consciously restrained his hostility while leaning on a soft pillow, for fear that Mr. Bai Da would attack him if he said something wrong.

But he rested for a while, couldn't sit still, and called out: "Qinglan, tell the hidden guards in the palace to keep an eye on Lama Temple and report every move, and..."

"Snapped!"

Before he could finish speaking, the ruler slapped down on his palm.

"You can't stay idle," Mr. Bai Da slammed down with a ruler, blew his beard and stared, "what if you continue to waste like this, and cause old diseases? Let's see if you dare to mess around..."

"Sir, don't hit me!" Lin Fang withdrew his hand suddenly, but was held down by Mr. Bai Da and couldn't move. After all, you are also a prince, so you always save some face for me."

"Face?" Mr. Bai Da raised his goatee angrily, "What about the prince? This old man is still the prince's husband!"

"Alas... What the teacher taught me is..." Lin Fangqiang held his breath and talked a lot with Mr. Bai Da, but in the end his energy was low and his mind was dizzy.

Mr. Bai Da: "..."

Yongqing Palace.

For several days, Lin Fang did not enter the palace. The cloak was placed on the chaise longue, and the blood on it had already dried up, revealing a rusty reddish brown.

The "Doctrine of the Mean" was wrapped in the cloak, and he didn't have time to throw this book on Lin Fang's face that day. Thinking about it now, he was still a little angry.

"You are lucky boy."

Xia Zhi muttered, grabbed the book and stuffed it back into the drawer, thinking that it would be fine this time, and next time Lin Fang made a move, he would definitely tear off the book one by one and paste it on his face.

Jing Lin Fang reminded Xia Zhi to pay special attention to eating and drinking utensils in the past few days. He only has one life, and he hasn't seen enough of the colorful world, so he must not leave it here.

Fuxiu went out to inquire about the news, but there was no news for a long time, Xia Zhi was so anxious that he wandered around the hall.

"Your Majesty—" Fuxiu trotted all the way into the hall, with a relaxed expression and joy on his face, and leaned in front of Xia Zhi with a smile on his face, "Your Majesty, the slave has heard about it. The imperial concubine is in good health, the empress has passed on the imperial physician, and will stay outside the Lama Temple all night to ensure that there will be no mistakes, the emperor can rest assured."

Xia Zhi had already strained his ears, and didn't hear the news he wanted to hear for a long time, so he couldn't help but cast a glance at Fuxiu: "It's gone?"

Fuxiu shook his head, and said extravagantly: "Your slave is on alert, I will not let the empress find out about it secretly."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Xia Zhi flatteringly, and waited for him to praise "smart", but he just rolled his eyes.

Xia Zhi coughed lightly, and said uncomfortably, "I'm asking Mr. Lin!"

"Shizi Lin?"

"You didn't ask, did you?" Xia Zhi anxiously pointed to his nose, "Which ear did you hear what I said?"

Fuxiu sniffed aggrievedly, and muttered in a low voice: "Didn't the former emperor say that he was not allowed to mention Lin Shizi in front of you in the future?"

"you……"

Xia Zhi made a gesture to beat him, Fuxiu hurriedly begged for mercy, and finally said cautiously: "My servant heard that Lin Shizi was seriously injured, and he didn't leave the door of Dingguohou's mansion for several days. For this reason, the empress rewarded him with a hundred-year-old plant. Old ginseng."

Xia Zhi was surprised: "So sick?"

Fuxiu glanced at the emperor's expression, and asked tentatively: "Does the emperor want to visit once or twice?"

"Let's go," Xia Zhi immediately caught the steps, "Come out of the palace with me, by the way, ask Tai Hospital to send an old ginseng plant, it will take a thousand years."

Fuxiu's face immediately turned into a bitter gourd, he just said it casually, how could the emperor take it seriously and actually go to Dingguohou's mansion-could it be that the emperor's heart softened and he wanted to break ties with Lin Shizi?

……

Lin Fang deliberately took the case of Concubine Mei's assassination into his own hands, and quickly settled the matter to avoid complications. However, Mr. Baida watched closely and forced him to spend five days on the couch before warming his cold body. some.

This day, he was doing nothing, lying on the couch, reading idle books, and then heard Qinglan report that the emperor had come.

His heart trembled violently, he threw the book away, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed to greet the saint, but he kicked his shoes away after the shoes were put on his feet.The eyeballs rolled around twice, then decisively pushed open the window, rushed to the back of the house, and stood in the ice and snow with open arms.

"My lord!" Qing Lan was so frightened that she paled anxiously, "My lord must not."

Lin Fang didn't listen to her dissuasion, feeling the heat from his body dissipated, he quickly got back on the bed and wrapped himself in the quilt, waved to Qing Lan, and whispered something in his ear.

Qing Lan stamped her feet anxiously, but Mr. Bai Da was not in the mansion today, she had nothing to do, she could only sigh, and hurried to the back kitchen to bring a bowl to Lin Fang, and then Xia Zhi entered the house.

Qinglan was quite nervous, and bowed on her knees, Xia Zhi stared straight at the girl kneeling in front of her.

This girl is really beautiful and has a good figure. When he entered the room just now, he could see clearly that half of her body was lying on the bed, and she hurriedly got up when she saw him coming in.

Xia Zhi thought to himself, could it be that this is Lin Fangxiang's good friend?

Lin Fang hid the white porcelain bowl inside the pillow, tilted his head slightly, and saw Xia Zhi staring at Qinglan's hair, his eyes were dull and out of his mind.

He secretly felt sulky, and almost fell ill again—it is not enough to have a concubine Mei in the palace, and now he is paying attention to his maid, it is really irritating!

"Cough cough..."

A suppressed cough came, interrupting Xia Zhi's thoughts immediately, he dodged his eyes in embarrassment, took a wooden box from Fuxiu's hand, and said in a harmonious voice, "You all go down."

There was a square stool next to the bed, Xia Zhi never looked at Lin Fang, he went straight to the square stool and sat down upright, put the wooden box on the small table next to him, and said: "I heard You are sick, and I brought you a thousand-year-old ginseng."

Lin Fang didn't answer, as if he was exhausted, he just coughed vaguely under the quilt, and time passed slowly in this stiff silence.

Xia Zhi turned his neck uncomfortably, but didn't know what to do for a while.

He's not that rigid, Lin Fang cuts off his sleeves as soon as he loves them, what the fuck?

But he happened to be interested in himself—to be precise, the original owner—how could he have fun after this?

But it can't be completely ignored, there is still a terrible queen in the palace, he can't cut himself off.

Xia Zhi sat silently, moved the tip of his nose anxiously, and vaguely smelled a faint smell of blood in the room. His eyeballs rolled around, and the tip of his nose took a deep breath, feeling that the smell came from the other side of the pillow. , I couldn't help but thumped in my heart—could it be that Lin Fang vomited blood again?

Lin Fang lay on the bed with his head facing inward, his body wrapped tightly except for one arm outside the quilt, and the pajamas hung loosely on his arm, from the wrist down to the fingertips, the skin was translucent The blue and white blood vessels on the back of the hand are clearly visible, as if they will pierce the skin and stretch out at any time, which makes one's heart chill.

"Lin Fang?" Xia Zhi patted him lightly on the shoulder, but the person under the quilt did not move. He was a little nervous, and tentatively touched the back of Lin Fang's hand with his fingertips, but was caught by the severe cold like a dead man's bone. I shivered from the cold.

"Someone-"

Xia Zhi stood up abruptly and was about to call for a doctor when someone grabbed his sleeve suddenly. He turned around and saw that Lin Fang had already got out of the quilt, his face had an abnormal bluish-gray color that complemented his pair of eyes. Scary eyes.

"I'm fine." Lin Fang's body was probably too weak, his voice was hoarse and low, and his eyes moved to the side.

Xia Zhi understood, and quickly took the cushion and stuffed it behind his waist.

Lin Fang coughed lightly, opened the box and glanced at it, he was not very interested in the thousand-year-old ginseng, and asked in dismay, "Why is the emperor here?"

"This..." Xia Zhi wanted to liven up the atmosphere, he laughed dryly to himself, rubbed his hands together and said, "You are the minister of my humerus, why shouldn't I visit you personally?"

"The emperor is concerned about this humble minister?"

"I care, of course I care," Xia Zhi nodded, and hastily added, "But don't get me wrong, I treat you as a brother, brother!"

Lin Fang closed his eyes slightly, as if a little tired.

Xia Zhi scratched his ears and cheeks, feeling that such stalemate was not a problem, so he dragged the square stool to the side of the bed, and said earnestly, "I want to have a good talk with you."

Lin Fang half-opened one eye: "Say."

Xia Zhi was helpless, feeling that the emperor had no majesty at all. Lin Fang was obviously two years older than him, why did he feel that his mind was completely immature?

"I know what you want for me, but I can't accept it," Xia Zhi thought for a while, and tried to be reasonable. To be honest, he felt that people with broken sleeves should be more sensitive. If they accidentally said the wrong thing, it would probably hurt you. Other people's feelings, "I just saw it, your maid is really beautiful, maybe you can find a woman to try? Maybe you..."

"Cough cough..."

Before the words were finished, Lin Fang suddenly let out an earth-shattering coughing sound, and his body fell short, and he fell straight into the bed, his head hanging on the inside of the pillow.

Xia Zhi was startled, and quickly reached out to hook his shoulders to help him up, and saw bright blood slowly flowing from his mouth.