[Quick Transmigration] Your feelings

Zhang Ye touched his forehead and said, "I heard that you are sick, so I came to see you."

It is said that?Where did he, the great prince, hear about the illness of such a small person like himself?Zhuang Yan couldn't figure it out, and suddenly thought about the Qingshan Temple incident that day, then hardened his face, and replied: "Zhuang Yan is just a little prostitute, don't worry about it, my lord, please go back."

Zhang Ye held his hand, leaned close to his face and said with a low smile, "What? Are you angry? Even 'Wang Ye' yelled."

Zhuang Yan turned away from looking at him, and said in a firm voice, "Don't dare, Zhuang Yan is not feeling well today, and I'm afraid he won't be able to serve the prince anymore, so please don't get too close to him, lest you get sick and hurt him The jade body, in the end, will be punished by Zhuang Yan."

Zhang Ye heard this, turned over and pressed gently on Zhuang Yan's body. Zhuang Yan was caught off guard and looked at the man above him in shock and anger. Zhang Ye pressed his hands against his own, leaned over his ear, and said : "It's not that I want to get so close to Xiao Yan'er, just now it was Xiao Yan'er who was holding on to my hand. I've been with Xiao Yan'er for an hour, and my hands are numb. You still treat me so coldly." He is obviously a heroic man. The extraordinary general, speaking to himself in a low and soft voice like a baby, made Zhuang Yan feel uneasy, but he was also a little bit happy.

Zhang Ye said again: "I'm not afraid that you will get sick with me. If I can be sick with you and share your pain, I will be happier." As he spoke, he kissed his lips and entangled .Zhuang Yan couldn't be more angry, being pestered by him for a while, he had to say angrily: "Hasn't the prince always gathered together in the barracks? Where did you learn such love words!"

Zhang Ye poked his hand in from outside the quilt, and said with a smile, "Maybe he learned without a teacher?"

Zhuang Yan got sick, and his body was more sensitive and soft than usual. His face was flushed and he was panting again and again, so he had to beg for mercy: "My good son! Seriously, really, it can't be done!"

Zhang Ye just wanted to tease him, so when he saw him like this, he smiled evilly and said, "Do you dare to treat me so coldly in the future?"

"Don't dare, dare not!" Zhuang Yan bit his lip and said hastily.

When Zhang Ye touched him just now, he felt a thin layer of sweat on his body, so he summoned the servants, prepared the toiletries, carried him to the bathtub, watched several servants carefully serve Zhuang Yan to take a bath, and then came out of the bathtub. backed out.

Sitting at the table waiting for Zhuang Yan to take a bath, after a while, a waiter came in with medicine. Zhang Ye picked up the medicine bowl and smelled it, and asked, "Is this the medicine I just gave?"

Qingming lowered her head and said respectfully, "Exactly."

Zhuang Yan nodded, seeing the pitch-black bowl of traditional Chinese medicine soup, smelling strong bitterness, thinking that Zhuang Yan was going to suffer again, and according to his squeamish temper, he might have to give up the pick, so he said to Qing Ming: "Go and prepare some Honey fruit, I will drink the medicine and give it to your master Tiantianzui later."

Qingming said yes, so she withdrew, and at the same time secretly felt ashamed—Master Zhang sent someone to deliver the medicine half a day ago, and the medicine had been boiled for several hours. Guo - he clearly knows that the young master is the one who suffers the most!It's good now, it seems that my personal servant is not as careful as that Mr. Zhang.

After a while, Zhuang Yan came out from behind the screen, Zhang Ye immediately went up to meet him, picked him up and quickly put him on the couch, wrapped him up carefully with a quilt, and said strangely: " Why don't you ask me to hug you when you come out."

His nervous appearance made Zhuang Yan's face blush, and his voice softened involuntarily: "How can I be so delicate..."

"Aren't you delicate?" Zhang Ye smiled, "If you're not delicate, how can you catch the cold so easily? I haven't had such a disease for many years."

Zhuang Yan curled her lips and said angrily, "How can I compare with you?" One fought on the battlefield, but the other was pampered in the cabinet.

Zhang Ye coaxed him very patiently: "Okay, okay, come and drink this bowl of medicine. This is the good medicine in the palace that I specially asked for you."

Zhuang Yan frowned tightly when he saw the bowl of thick to dark soup medicine, and reluctantly said: "This medicine looks really bad."

Zhang Ye smiled: "How can anyone say 'it's unpalatable to drink'? Besides, good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. After drinking this medicine, the disease will recover quickly." He winked at the waiter who was holding the medicine, and the soup was flat. When he came up, Zhang Ye took it, and fed him with his own hands. Zhuang Yan frowned, and after taking a sip, he cried out: "It's so bitter!" I don't know what was added to this medicine, it was better than drinking ten bowls of Coptis chinensis soup in one go. It's still bitter!

Zhang Ye hastily put a candied fruit into his mouth, persuading him, "It's neither bitter nor bitter, finish it."

Zhuang Yan's temper also came up, and he pushed the medicine bowl towards him, "You can taste the pain yourself!"

Zhang Ye took a big gulp without changing his face, and when Zhuang Yan was dumbfounded, he suddenly leaned over to cover his lips, and the thick, bitter soup entered his mouth.

The little servants who were waiting on the side hurriedly lowered their heads, not to look at evil.

Zhang Ye let go of him, and asked with a smile, "Is it bitter?"

Zhuang Yan's face was full of bright red, whether it was restrained or ashamed.Zhang Ye fed him the rest of the decoction - this time he drank it obediently by himself, he was afraid that Zhang Ye would do it again like this!

After drinking the medicine, all the servants left, leaving the two of them alone in the room.Zhuang Yan was half lying on the bed, held in Zhang Ye's arms, and Zhang Ye opened his mouth to talk about the events of that day: "It's just a joke, Xiao Yaner, don't take it to heart."

Zhuang Yan snorted coldly, "It's true that you had a private meeting with Mr. Rong Yue." Sadness appeared on his face, "It is often said that men are fickle, and princes are not immune."

Zhang Ye just laughed: "It was Rong Yue who took the initiative to ask me out, but I didn't find him. Besides, we just talked and didn't do anything."

Zhuang Yan got up slightly and turned to stare at him, "Is there anything else you want to do, Young Master?"

Zhang Ye said no, Zhuang Yan pinched the corner of the quilt and said, "If you are interested in that Rong, you can just go, but you still don't want to enter my Nuan Pavilion in the future. Although I am a prostitute, I have a big temper, and I don't want to be with you." Others share a guest at the same time!"

Zhang Ye said: "My little Yan'er is so good, how could I abandon you and go find someone else?"

Zhuang Yan bit her lip, knowing that the man's words could not be trusted, but she still had a little hope in her heart.He buried his face in Zhang Ye's arms, and let him stroke his smooth long hair docilely, like a well-behaved cat.

This is considered a reconciliation with Zhang Ye.

After talking, Zhuang Yan felt drowsy again. Seeing this, Zhang Ye asked him to close his eyes and fall asleep. Zhuang Yan grabbed his warm and strong hand and said, "Don't go."

Seeing that he was so dependent on him, Zhang Ye smiled and agreed.Zhuang Yan fell into a drowsy sleep, this time there was no water in the dream, only gentle and deep blackness.

When he woke up again, Zhuang Yan felt much better, but his hands were empty——Zhang Ye left quietly while he was asleep.

After Zhuang Yan recovered, he began to receive guests again.Since then, his life has been on the right track as a famous prostitute. Every day, many people spend a lot of money just to see him. He also talks to those people with smiles or cold faces. Tasting vermilion lips and pillowing jade arms, but there is no chance - now that the capital is undercurrents, at some point, Zhang Ye may become the top ten thousand people, and no one dares to touch his inverse scales or the person he likes.

When Zhang Ye came sometimes, it wasn't every time to do things with him, maybe he just talked and joked with him, which gave Zhuang Yan a feeling of being sincere, as if he was a sweetheart who was temporarily placed outside.

Father Liu said to Zhuang Yan: "You are not someone like him who can be admired by others, so take your heart back quickly."

Zhuang Yan's mouth was stiff, but it was obvious to all that he cared about Zhang Ye.However, no one could guess what Zhang Ye was thinking.

Zhang Ye naturally didn't care about these things. For him now, what was more serious was the confrontation with his brother, the current emperor.

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