I don't want to play anymore

Later, Gu Jingyuan lost consciousness, and when he woke up, he was awakened by a loud noise.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy.

At this moment, a big cool hand was covering his forehead, and Gu Jingyuan heard a familiar voice from above: "Don't move, Yuan, you are sick, I have sent an imperial doctor to diagnose your pulse."

Gu Jingyuan struggled subconsciously when he heard that he wanted to check the pulse.

But now his body is extremely weak, his limbs are sore and heavy, and he can't even feel his own arms, let alone hide.

The slender wrist was still grabbed, and Gu Jingyuan was forced to feel the pulse under the control of the emperor.

Fortunately, the old doctor did not find anything, but only diagnosed: "Master Gu is overworked, and he has caught a cold, the emperor does not need to worry, the old minister here prescribed two prescriptions, Mr. Gu takes it on time, pay more attention to rest and recuperation, soon will recover."

"That's fine."

Gu Jingyuan heard this conversation, and immediately after, the hand on his forehead was taken away.

He probably has a fever, the emperor is a dragon and a tiger is sharp, and his body temperature is usually high.Now he actually felt that the emperor's hands were cold, probably because he was seriously ill.

Gu Jingyuan thought in a daze, opened his eyes reluctantly, and found that the sky outside was dark, and he didn't know what time it was.

He is still lying in his home.

But I don't know why the emperor suddenly came here again...

After seeing off the imperial doctor, Long Yanzhao turned around and came back to sit by the bed, and ordered someone to bring up the soup that had just been cooked.

While helping him up, the Ninth Five Lord complained: "Since you are not feeling well, why didn't you tell me?"

"It's fine if you don't tell me. Are the servants in your mansion just for show? The master is almost fainted in the room, and no one knows yet!"

Everyone in Gu Jingyuan's house, including the steward, knelt down on the ground, tremblingly begging the emperor for forgiveness.

Gu Jingyuan, who was being helped up, was a little dizzy, and his face was rosier than before because of the fever. He said, "This minister just wants to be alone... It's none of their business not to like people entering the yard... Your Majesty, forgive me."

"Ah Yuan, stop talking."

Facing him, the emperor's attitude could no longer be hardened.

He was just cursing to vent his emotions.

God knows when he entered the room just now and saw the picture of Gu Jingyuan lying on the ground...

It's an exaggeration to say that all five are burned, but it's true that my heart is about to pop out of my throat.

Being so frightened suddenly, the Ninth Five Lord is still angry at the moment.

But on second thought, as long as Master Gu is fine.

Facing him, the emperor couldn't vent his anger.

He asked Gu Jingyuan to sit down with his pillows, and surrounded them with quilts. Finally, he took the soup brought by the servants and held it in his hands to cool it down.

The soup was the shredded ginger and radish soup that he ordered Gu's servants to cook just now. Fearing that Gu Jingyuan wouldn't be able to drink the greasy soup, he only added a little bit of meat soup as an auxiliary ingredient.

"This soup dispels wind and cold, Ah Yuan will drink some to fill his stomach first. I have already ordered people to cook the medicine, and I will drink the medicine later."

"En." Gu Jingyuan responded in a low voice, Master Gu who was feverish was still very obedient.

He didn't have any strength in his limbs, but he also asked for his own drink, so he just drank the soup that was brought to his mouth spoon by spoon.

Ginger tastes terrible.

But Gu Jingyuan didn't want to fall ill at this time, and he didn't allow himself to fall like this, so he forced himself to swallow hard.

What's more, his head is very heavy at the moment, compared with the physical discomfort, the sense of taste is not important, and he doesn't find it unbearable.

He hasn't eaten all day today, and now his stomach is growling with hunger, and the warm broth is a good comfort to his stomach.

Long Yanzhao asked in a bad tone: "How long has it been since you ate?"

"?" Gu Jingyuan looked up at him in puzzlement.

If his hands were empty at this moment, the emperor would probably touch Master Gu's shriveled belly, but at this moment, he is holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, so he can only show Gu Jingyuan with his eyes.

"Master Gu's stomach growling, I can hear it from so far away."

Gu Jingyuan: "..."

The surrounding area was indeed so quiet that a needle could be heard.

But it wasn't just the two of them in the room.

After eating some food, he regained his strength. Only then did Gu Jingyuan notice that all the servants in the mansion were kneeling outside the screen, plus the people that Long Yanzhao transferred from the palace were full, almost occupying his entire bedroom... …

The blush on Master Gu's face instantly spread to the base of his ears, and he said in a little embarrassment: "Your Majesty, I'm fine, don't blame them, let them all go down, okay?"

Knowing that Gu Jingyuan was being fed soup by himself in front of his servants, Long Yanzhao felt ashamed.

Mr. Gu has a thin skin. When they are alone in the palace, they have nothing to do. If there is another person outside, they will feel uncomfortable...

Satisfied with the fact that he is different from others in Mr. Gu's heart, the emperor Long Yan was very happy, ready to pardon the world, and said: "You all go down, do what you should do, if you are so careless next time, be careful I won't forgive you !"

Along with the palace people whom he urgently summoned from the palace to cook the soup, they drove out together, and Long Yanzhao personally fed Gu Jingyuan again until he drank the whole bowl of soup.

"Your majesty, go back to the palace and rest, I'm fine." Gu Jingyuan said as he lay back on the bed.

"I won't go back tonight, I'll just sleep here with you."

Long Yanzhao's tall figure was perched on the edge of the bed, and the shadow under the light was stretched out, towering and motionless. It seemed that he really didn't intend to go back.

"How can I do that?" Gu Jingyuan let him tuck himself in the quilt, and said, "I'm sick, maybe it will infect you."

"I'm still afraid of you getting infected?" Long Yanzhao raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Leave me alone, didn't you hear the imperial doctor say that Mr. Gu is overthinking? Come, close your eyes and rest."

As he spoke, he touched Gu Jingyuan's forehead again, "Ah Yuan is too hot, I'm going to ask someone to bring a basin of water to cool you down."

"..."

Although he didn't want the emperor to stay here, but Gu Jingyuan is really uncomfortable now.

It was as if his head was about to explode, and his whole body was in severe pain.

I don't mind bearing this kind of pain mentally, but my body can't bear it.

Gu Jingyuan lying on the bed couldn't move at all, it was difficult to speak, and his mind was much slower than usual.

He could only close his eyes and doze off, and when he fell asleep again, he didn't bother to take care of Long Yanzhao.

Later, a wet and slightly cool towel was placed on his forehead, and the icy feeling of the coolness temporarily suppressed the headache, and Gu Jingyuan felt less uncomfortable.

Dimly, he opened his eyes, and saw Long Yanzhao's majestic face facing him, the image of the monarch with sword eyebrows and starry eyes interspersed with the image of the childish and stubborn child from before. Suddenly, Gu Jingyuan couldn't tell whether he was in the capital or...

It seemed that he was in such pain that time a long time ago.

…probably hurt a lot more than that, but it was too long ago for him to remember.

At that time, he was injured on the head, and it was very likely that he would be disfigured... Worry and fear wrapped around him tightly, making him unable to react.

At that time, he was also lying there motionless.

On the contrary, that child cried more heart-piercingly than him, and the other party also looked down at him from above, big and big tears fell on him, turning into a tearful man.

At that time, he thought that a child who had never been beaten, scolded and bullied by his peers, or abused wantonly by his servants, had never cried. It turned out that the tears were not normal.

The crying statement obviously made people very irritable, but somehow it made people feel happy, and a little bit like laughing.

So he really smiled: "Okay, it's all like this anyway."

"...Don't cry anymore!"

"...Hey, Long Si, you...you want to cry and cry away, the snot is about to fall on me!"

……

Memories are not a good thing.

Every time his thoughts are pulled back to the frozen place, Gu Jingyuan seems to have fallen into an ice hole that cannot be climbed out, and he can't climb out even if he wants to. He dreams back at midnight, full of dim silhouettes of the past.

Especially funny memories are always few and short.

When those memories are all over, what is left is endless cold and darkness.

Gu Jingyuan struggled in the darkness for a long time.

Silently.

He's the one who doesn't cry even in nightmares.

But just like that, in the endless darkness, he seemed to hear an intermittent, soft humming.

There are no words, no established tunes.

But it can be vaguely distinguished that the tune is a popular lullaby in their hometown.

……

A long, long time ago, my mother hummed such a tune to coax him and his younger brother to sleep.

After feeding the half-awake Gu Jingyuan to drink the medicine, Long Yanzhao hugged him and fell asleep for a while.

The emperor had also been busy all day, so he should have been tired.But sleeping until midnight, for some reason, Long Yanzhao woke up suddenly again.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to check on Gu Jingyuan.

With the candle light deliberately left in the room, it is easy to see two lines of tears in the corners of Gu Jingyuan's eyes, slowly falling down.

Those eyes that are normally opened with watery pupils and bright and bright, are not only closed tightly at this moment, but also shed tears...

Long Yanzhao suddenly panicked again.

Gu Jingyuan has always slept peacefully and peacefully.

He hadn't seen him cry yet.

Thinking that Ah Yuan must be in a lot of pain at this time, Long Yanzhao was at a loss for a while, and suddenly he couldn't believe what the old imperial doctor said just now, so he had to call someone to the imperial hospital late at night, and asked everyone to come over to check Gu Jingyuan's pulse.

This tossing lasted for more than half an hour, and Gu Jingyuan didn't wake up the whole time.

Except for the occasional quiet tear, he didn't move at all.

Fortunately, all the imperial doctors said that Mr. Gu was just too tired and weak, that's why he slept so deeply and restlessly.

There is no other way, it is better to let him rest like this and recover slowly.

Only then did Long Yanzhao feel relieved.

After sending away the imperial doctors, Long Yanzhao climbed back on the bed again.

The imperial doctors said that there was no other way but to wait.But if one can't sleep well, how can one rest?

Long Yanzhao tried to pat him gently to lull him to sleep.

But it seems to have little effect.

Gu Jingyuan's eyelashes trembled violently, but she still shed tears.

Long Yanzhao couldn't help it, so he changed to humming to him while patting him.

The Ninth Five-Year Master has never heard a few tunes, and no one has ever coaxed him to sleep.But he heard a little bit about it when he lived among the people.

... I don't remember the words, and I almost forget the tune.

What I remember is only two short tunes, and it may be out of tune.

It doesn't matter though.

Long Yanzhao still hummed cheekily.

He stood sideways, with one arm supporting half of his upper body, and one hand patting Gu Jingyuan.

He couldn't stop staring at Mr. Gu's delicate and handsome face stained with a hint of blush, and yawned occasionally.

After humming it over and over for an unknown number of times, Gu Jingyuan seemed to have finally entered a peaceful dreamland.

Long Yanzhao looked at him like this again for a while, and suddenly remembered his purpose of leaving the palace this time, and couldn't help being angrily laughed again.

"It's okay to run out of the city, and when you get sick, I have to serve you. Gu Jing wishes you...you are worthy of it."

Long Yanzhao was obviously angry with himself this time, and he didn't dare to vent his anger on the person he had managed to coax, so he could only sulk by himself.

He asked someone to follow the driver back to the place where they parked in the morning.

That place... the Yang Family Ancestral Hall is nearby.

"That's you."

Long Yanzhao sighed softly, touched his face again, and murmured: "If it's someone else, I might as well just think about how to kill him, so as to avoid such suspicion and trouble."

As he spoke, Long Yanzhao brushed away the messy hair between his brows, and kissed him lightly on his clean forehead naturally.

After the kiss, the Ninth Five Lord was the first to be stunned.

It was strange that he had never kissed Gu Jingyuan like this before.

The scar on the brow bone was kissed.

But never on the cheek, or on the lips.

Perhaps because of the fever, Gu Jingyuan's light-colored lips are now much brighter, bright red, not like the sense of abstinence given by a pair of thin lips in the past, but it seems a bit too ostentatious.

……

Long Yanzhao couldn't help it, leaned over and pecked lightly on those two thin lips.