[Qing Chuan] Mu Emperor's Grace

He Shen frowned and tried his best to ignore the secret happiness in his heart. He really couldn't believe that the emperor could do such a great job for himself.

He stretched out his arms from the quilt, looked at the pimples on his head, and suddenly realized: Hongli is probably not for him now, but for the person in his memory.

He Shen got off the bed softly, squatted down in front of the table, and tried to make his eyes level with Hongli's profile.Hongli, who was sleeping soundly, was like a dozing leopard, restraining his usual aura of not getting close to strangers, and he looked like an ordinary person.

He Shen took the cloak lying aside and carefully covered it for Hongli.Standing behind the angle, he didn't notice the faint smile on the corner of the emperor's lips.

At the moment when the cloak was about to be covered, the man who was lying on the desk suddenly moved and opened his eyes.

He Shen felt a guilty conscience of being caught, but he didn't know what to do while holding the cloak.

"The servant...is arguing with the emperor." He Shen said anxiously.

"Why are you up? You're still wearing such thin clothes. If you have a rash, you need to protect yourself from the wind. Go back and lie down." Hongli flipped a page without any trace.

An attendant's voice just happened to come from outside the house: "Your Majesty, the medicine you asked for is ready."

Hongli opened the door slightly, and reached out to take the tray of medicine.

Seeing the pitch-black concoction made He Shen feel nauseated. He has always hated drinking Chinese medicine, and in the past he tried his best to rely on Western medicine for healing.

Seeing that Hongli was about to feed him with the medicine bowl, He Shen forced a smile with flickering eyes: "Your Majesty...how can this happen, you should give the medicine bowl to the servant."

Hongli glanced at him, then handed him the medicine bowl.

Holding the medicine bowl, He Shen hesitated for a long time staring at the exquisite porcelain spoon, but still poured it in.

The peculiar smell of traditional Chinese medicine filled his nostrils. Perhaps it was because he drank it too quickly. He Shen felt sore in his throat after drinking half of it, and he was about to spit it out.

Hongli hurriedly stroked his back, and waited for He Shen to recover his breath, then took a handkerchief to wipe off the medicine stains on his lips: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

With a bitter face, He Shen took a cup of tea to rinse his mouth: "That medicine is so hard to drink."

Hongli laughed: "Let's see if you dare to take your own body seriously in the future." Then he took the empty bowl, handed it to the attendant and said: "Mix the decocted medicinal soup into cold water Here, you and your lord will take a bath."

He Shen, who was leaning on the bed, was stunned when he heard the words, and looked at the calm and composed emperor in surprise: "Your Majesty...you can go to work, this slave can do it by himself."

Hongli glanced at him, and said in a deep voice, "Can you wipe the affected part on your back yourself?"

He Shen was silent, waited for a while and then said: "You can... call a servant in... Your Majesty, you don't have to..."

Under Hongli's stern gaze, He Shen's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally kept quiet.

Once he calmed down, He Shen felt an itch on his body.He took a deep breath and tried to divert his attention, but he still unconsciously wanted to scratch the affected area.

Although Hongli was reading, he was always paying attention to He Shen's movements, and when he saw that he rolled up his sleeves, he kept his eyes open.

He Shen scratched his ears and heart with itchiness, wishing to scratch a layer of skin on his body, but still had to take care of his image in front of the emperor.

After enduring it for a while, He Shen finally gave in to the illness in the silence.At first he just scratched his arm lightly, but the movement gradually increased.

The young man who was focused on fighting the itching didn't realize that Hongli had put down the scroll in his hand, and approached him in three steps.It wasn't until both hands were firmly grasped that He Shen gave a sudden meal.

I only heard Hongli say: "Don't scratch, scratches will leave scars, after soaking in the medicinal bath, it will be relieved."

He Shen tried his best to make a move, but Hongli's hands were so strong that he couldn't get away at all.

"Your majesty, you can let go, I promise I won't scratch you again."

Hongli looked at his arm that was flushed red from scratching, and said in a muffled voice, "Since I don't scratch it, what's the difference between holding it and letting go."

He Shen was choked by this fallacy, and couldn't think of a rebuttal for a while, so he had to go with Hongli.

In the end, Hongli simply sat by the bed.The two got very close, with handsome eyes and sculpted eyebrows close in front of them, He Shen didn't have time to think about the rash on his body, but his cheeks were scalded uncomfortably.

After a while, the soaked medicinal soup was ready, Hongli led Heshen to the back of the screen, rolled up his sleeves and tested the water temperature.

Even with the freshly decocted medicinal juice, the medicinal soup made of cold water is still cold, Hongli frowned and said: "The water is a bit cold, bear with it."

He Shen nodded, and said in a low voice: "Please wait a moment outside the screen, the servant is not feeling well, so as not to..."

Hongli stirred the tub with his hands, and said with a normal face: "Undress, you and I are both men, there is nothing to hide."

Hongli's eyes were too magnanimous, which made He Shen speechless for a while.He had no choice but to turn his back and take off his clothes as quickly as possible.

He eagerly wanted to immerse his whole body under the water, but slipped when entering the bucket, but fortunately, Hongli supported him with quick eyesight and hands.He Shen clawed at Hongli like an octopus, a little bewildered in his terrified eyes.

"Emperor... Your Majesty!" He Shen looked at Hongli's coat getting wet, and struggled to wipe it for him.

But Hongli held him in his arms and couldn't move: "Don't move, the whole bucket of medicinal soup will be spilled."

After a while, Hongli saw that He Shen had calmed down, and slowly released him.He Shen just breathed a sigh of relief, but was shivered by the cold water in the bucket.

Hongli patiently explained: "If soaked in hot water, although it can relieve the itching for a while, it will be more itchy afterwards. Just bear with it, and it will be fine soon."

Hongli took a sweat towel, wet it with medicine soup, and gently scrubbed the affected area for Heshen.His movements are a little rusty, probably because only others have served him.

Knowing that it will take some time for the medicated bath to take effect, He Shen still feels that the annoying itching on his body has eased a little.At first, the reserved and awkward idea was completely destroyed by that fall. Anyway, in front of Hongli, he has made a lot of fools and has no image at all.It's tiring to carry it all day, so it's better to indulge once.

Thinking of this, He Shen's originally tense back gradually relaxed.

Hongli also obviously felt the relaxation of the person in front of him. If He Shen was flustered, then he was worried.

If such a matter was left in the previous life, He Shen would definitely use the set of arguments that violated the etiquette of the ancestors to refuse, how could he let go of his guard like he is now.

There are too many coincidences and clues, so Hongli had to imagine a possibility: "Although the skin looks exactly the same, has the core inside been changed?"

When he was young, Hongli, like most boys, liked to listen to strange stories.The nanny was so entangled by the little master, she told him that there is a disguise technique in this world, which can be used to change a person's face.

Did the young man in front of him use this kind of strange technique, pretending to be He Shen, and hiding by his side?

The handkerchief in Hongli's hand stopped at He Shen's neck, and he said slowly, "Look up."

He Shen raised his head obediently, and specially turned his head to make Hongli more comfortable.

The white neck was exposed in front of Hongli's eyes. As long as he exerted a little force, the young man in front of him would not be able to escape his grip.

Hongli carefully wiped the pimple on Heshen's neck, but found nothing wrong.The face is still the same face, as it is, as if it were fake.

He Shen sensitively sensed Hongli's abnormality: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with the servant's neck?"

Hongli's men paused, and put away the handkerchief without any trace: "It's nothing, the medicine is wiped off, let's get up."

He Shen stood up with his back to Hongli, but as soon as he came out of the water, he was wrapped in a big scarf by Hongli and resisted to his shoulders.

The sudden change of perspective made He Shen a little dizzy, and he struggled twice: "Your Majesty... let the slave down."

The next moment, Hongli stopped him and said, "Stay still."

Hongli put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and just now had time to deal with his soaked outer shirt.

The attendant quickly fetched the clothes, and Hongli untied the outer shirt in front of He Shen.He Shen thought that he would make further moves, so he hurriedly closed his eyes.

While feeling apprehensive, he suddenly heard Hongli's voice from above his head: "Take a good rest, I'm leaving."

He Shen quietly opened his eyes a slit, caught a glimpse of Hongli's white round-neck shirt, and heaved a sigh of relief.

It wasn't until Hongli closed the door that He Shen opened his eyes, looked at the brand new tent roof, and let out a long sigh.

Although the water in the medicated bath is cold, but the thick quilt is covering the body, and the whole body is warm.But He Shen felt that this kind of warmth was stolen.Now whenever Hongli looks at him seriously and intently, he feels that the emperor is looking for the shadow of another person through him.

He Shen closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep amidst all kinds of complicated thoughts.

Because of Heshen's illness, Yongzheng and others sent people to visit him one after another.On this day, Ji Xiaolan came to see him and saw him sitting in the room concentrating on reading a book, she immediately smiled and said: "Your Excellency is really leisurely."

He Shen got up to greet him: "Scholar, don't you need to accompany the emperor to compose and write poems today, why don't you come to visit me when you have time?"

Ji Xiaolan sat down and took a sip of tea, and waved her hands with a wry smile: "Don't mention it, Mr. and I have nothing to do these days. Poor Mr. Hai, who works in front of the emperor, was scolded by the emperor earlier. He is strong and firm. Man, you just got humiliated in front of so many guards."

He Shen sat up straight after hearing the words: "What's the matter? Why is the emperor angry?"

Ji Xiaolan spread her hands: "Who knows, the emperor didn't say anything. I only vaguely know that the scriptures came from the capital, and the emperor was furious after reading it."

He Shen tapped his fingers slowly on the coffee table, frowned and said, "Could it be... Eighth Brother? It shouldn't be, with Liu Zhongtang and Gui Zhongtang around, there shouldn't be any troubles?"

He Shen wanted to guess the reason for the emperor's anger based on modern memory, but because of the butterfly effect of historical changes, He Shen couldn't guess the reason even if he was familiar with Qing history.