Lock Xin

There was a mess of cups and plates on the table, and only a lonely figure remained by the table. He lowered his head slightly, the hair on his forehead covered his thick eyebrows, his cheeks were a little pale, and he looked quite gentle and handsome under the candlelight.

Han Jun picked up the wine glass and drank it with his head up. Spicy reverberated in his mouth. He dropped the glass heavily and sat down on the chair.He looked sideways at the one next to the table, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.Han Jun wanted to get up and walk over, but he was unable to get up while holding onto the edge of the chair. The distance between them seemed so close, but he couldn't walk to him no matter what.

Han Jun picked up the wine jar at the side and drank it. The cold wine entered his mouth, and there was a faint pain in his stomach. He tried his best to push the wine jar to the ground, making a crisp sound. He seemed to want to attract the man's attention. But the man sat quietly by the side without looking at him.

Han Jun turned around slowly with a bit of bitterness on his face, he looked up at the night sky, it was getting late, he should go back.Han Jun lifted his foot and accidentally stepped on the broken porcelain on the ground, and fell heavily.There was a tingling pain between the palms, and the warm liquid flowed down.

"My lord, are you okay?" Han Jun heard a familiar voice, he slightly raised his head to see Gao Lin's beautiful face, a gleam of hope lit up in his dark eyes, he stretched out his hand to hold Gao Lin's white wrist, and a little blood fell on the onto Gao Lin's sleeve.

"Your hand was cut, I'll help you up first." Gao Lin supported Han Jun's shoulders vigorously. He smelled the strong smell of strong alcohol from Han Jun's clothes, and couldn't help frowning. He didn't know How much did Han Jun drink?But in his impression, Han Jun is not that kind of person who relaxes himself.

Gao Lin stood up and looked around, many of the officials were collapsed at the table, which one of them had a cold face and a dignified appearance, or this was originally the custom of the Xiongnu's palace banquet.

Gao Lin looked at the long wound on the back of Han Jun's hand. He reached out to dig into the skirt of his clothes, but he didn't find anything. The wound was soon soaked with blood.Gao Lin held Han Jun's arm and raised it slightly.

"My lord is getting married today, you are very sad." Han Jun held Gao Lin's hand tightly because he was concerned about the wound on the back of his hand. He had followed the lord for so many years, and suddenly saw that the lord married the princess. Can bear it.

Gao Lin froze for a moment, he was still by the Lord's side as before, so there was nothing to be sad about.What's more, seeing the lord married the prince of Da Chu as the concubine, it should be the ladies of the princely family who feel jealous, so what has he to do with it.

"You don't need to run away, I know you care about the lord very much." There was a trace of pain in Han Jun's eyes, and the lord never cared about Han Jun, he only had the throne that he gave up everything in his heart.Gao Lin's many years of hard work will not be rewarded at all, it's just waiting in vain.

"My lord, you're drunk." Gao Lin frowned, the lord had saved his life, and he had to stay by the lord's side out of reason.

"But the lord has a concubine, it's impossible for you." Han Jun leaned on Gao Lin's shoulder, how he wished Gao Lin could see his figure, but Gao Lin finally stood beside the lord with his head bowed, even Never complained about anything.

"I'm willing to stay by your side forever." Han Jun's voice was extremely low. He is not the master, and he can't even be a substitute for the master. Gao Lin saw such a lofty master, how could he see him again? into a mediocre person like myself.

"My lord." Gao Lin stopped in his tracks. He couldn't understand what Han Jun was saying. He felt more and more that the lord was so drunk that he even started talking nonsense.

Han Jun felt his stomach churning, he pushed away the people beside him, leaned over and vomited, Gao Lin sighed, stepped forward and gently stroked Han Jun's back.

Han Jun got up slowly, feeling a little dizzy, but luckily the people beside him supported him.

"Is your lord feeling better now?" Gao Lin supported Han Jun, walking more slowly.

Han Jun nodded, the chaos in his mind gradually dissipated, recalling the nonsense he said just now, he looked at Gao Lin's fair side face, not knowing what to say.

"My lord can't drink, so don't drink so much at the palace banquet in the future, it's easy to hurt your stomach." Gao Lin sighed, he didn't know why the Huns like to drink like water, but everyone can't drink like that .

"What I just said was just nonsense, don't take it to heart." Han Jun looked at Gao Lin cautiously, he was afraid that Gao Lin would avoid him because of this.And he didn't have much contact with Gao Lin during the day, so he could only chat with Gao Lin while discussing matters with the Lord.

Han Jun knew that his unrequited love would not have any results, but he still couldn't bear to let it go. Perhaps for him, being able to see Gao Lin once in a while was already enough.

Gao Lin smiled and nodded, "I won't talk nonsense." If he was drunk, he wouldn't necessarily utter nonsense.Gao Lin was afraid that the Lord would find out the hatred he buried in his heart, and he was even more cautious in everything he said and did not dare to say a word.

"It's fine, as long as you don't mind." Han Jun was slightly relieved.

The night wind was blowing on his body, and there was a bit of biting chill. Gao Lin felt a little cold. He saw that the white cloth on Hanjun's hand was soaked in blood, so he walked faster, "My lord, it's a bit cold at night. Let's go quickly."

The faint moonlight fell on the two of them, and Han Jun couldn't help leaning closer. Perhaps he would no longer have the opportunity to be alone with Gao Lin in the future.

Gao Lin stepped forward and opened the door, and the maid beside him hurriedly lit the candle on the table. Gao Lin helped Han Jun sit by the bed, and he leaned over and opened the drawer to search for the golden sore medicine.

Gao Lin took out a familiar small porcelain bottle, opened the cap and sniffed it. He held the porcelain bottle in his hand and unwrapped the white cloth with one hand. Under the bright candlelight, the long wound was still bleeding. Turned out slightly, stuck to the white cloth, it was a bit horrible.

Gao Lin carefully tore off the white cloth bit by bit, scooped out some light green ointment and applied it to the wound, he took out clean gauze and quickly wrapped it up.

Han Jun looked at Gao Lin's face, and Gao Lin would leave after bandaging his wound, but he was not willing to let Gao Lin leave, he was worried that they would never have such a chance to get close in the future.

"It's getting late, the prince should go to bed earlier." Gao Lin got up and tidied up the messy desktop.

Han Jun opened his mouth, he wanted Gao Lin to stay, but he didn't know how to speak.What is the relationship between Gao Lin and him, and why can he stay with him? After Han Jun worried that he told him, Gao Lin was unwilling to face him again.

Han Jun stretched out his hand and pulled Gao Lin's sleeve, Gao Lin turned around and looked at Han Jun's pale face, "Is the prince hurt?"

Han Jun shook his head and bit his lower lip hard. If he had complied just now, would Gao Lin have stayed with him? Certainly not.It was just a minor injury, and Han Jun couldn't bear to admit it.

"You drank too much wine just now, you must have hurt your stomach." Gao Lin saw Han Jun curled up slightly leaning against the bed, and he walked over to put his hand on Han Jun's shoulders, "My lord, maybe you can sleep on the bed." Take it easy."

"I'll call the doctor." Gao Lin pulled the quilt aside and covered Han Jun, and he got up and walked towards the door.

"Don't go." Han Jun's eyes tightened, he watched Gao Lin look into his own eyes, and was speechless for a moment, "I don't want to see a doctor, it's just a minor problem, just rest overnight."

"Small ailments can lead to serious illnesses if not treated." Seeing the determined expression in Han Jun's eyes, Gao Lin had no choice but to give up. He whispered to the maid beside him to order the kitchen to make a bowl of hot soup.

"My lord, maybe you'll feel better if you drink some hot soup." Gao Lin covered Han Jun with a quilt, and leaned over to sit at the side table.

Han Jun held the corner of the quilt and looked at Gao Lin's face silently, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"Does the prince often suffer from stomach pain?" Gao Lin didn't hear Han Jun's response for a long time, and mistakenly thought that he was in severe pain. "I advise you to ask the doctor to have a look tomorrow. It's not good for your health if you keep procrastinating."

Gao Lin heard that Han Jun was weak and sick since he was a child, and now he saw that Han Jun's complexion was not as dark as that of ordinary Huns, but instead pale with a hint of paleness, and he gradually believed it.

"My lord, pay more attention to your health." Gao Lin heard the footsteps behind him, turned around and took the bowl from the maid's hand. He really thought it was just a bowl of hot water, but he didn't expect it to be thick millet porridge , Gao Lin shook it gently with the spoon.

He stretched out his hand to help Han Jun lean against the bed, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew it lightly, and fed it to Han Jun, "It's hot, be careful."

Han Jun took a sip, he was worried that Gao Lin would see the affection in his eyes, so he lowered his head slightly.

It took Gao Lin a long time to feed him a spoonful, and he ate half a bowl of porridge very slowly.He was worried that the prince's stomach was a little weak and he couldn't eat too much for a while, so he put the porridge bowl aside.

Gao Lin turned around and saw that Han Jun had collapsed on the side of the bed. He called softly, but the people beside him didn't respond. Gao Lin didn't expect Han Jun to fall asleep so fast.The prince might have endured it at the banquet just now, but after walking all the way back for so long, he also has no strength left.

Gao Lin supported Han Jun to lie on the bed steadily. He wanted to get up and leave but found that Han Jun was holding his clothes tightly.

Gao Lin was worried that Han Jun's stomachache would make it difficult to fall asleep, so he couldn't bear to wake him up, so he sat on the edge of the bed, leaned sideways on the bed rail, and slightly closed his eyes.

Han Jun opened his eyes and saw Gao Lin's figure, with a faint smile on his face, he really hoped to keep Gao Lin by his side forever, but this is not his delusion.

Han Jun took advantage of Gao Lin's deep sleep and reached out to caress his fingertips. They could only get close to this night. After tonight, he was still the prince of the Huns, in the court, and Gao Lin would accompany him. There will be no intersection between them anymore.

Chapter 12