Dingjiangshan

"...Uncle Emperor?" Ning Yan asked softly.

Ning Huaijin didn't write to him a few days ago, and Ning Yan only thought it was because Xinyang Mansion was busy with affairs, and didn't think much about it.

He used to think about the day of "Dongyue 26" every day, and subconsciously set Ning Huaijin's return date on that day in his heart, but he never expected that such a living person would appear in front of him without warning.

The young Emperor Chonghua had never shown such a bright and dazed expression since he was ten years old. Ning Huaijin looked at it amusedly, but also found it novel. For a while, his heart was itchy, and he couldn't help but "rebelliously" walked up, stretched out his hand gently He lightly pinched Ning Yan's face.

——Because of his light and light movements, perhaps "twisting" is more appropriate.

"Your Majesty." Ning Huaijin said with a smile, "Did you not wake up after taking a nap?"

When Ning Huaijin spoke like this, Ning Yanren subconsciously grabbed his hand before he could recover.

Prince Gong, who has always been pampered and pampered, seems to have endured some hardships outside these days. He has lost a lot of weight, and even the knuckles of his fingers have become more distinct than before.Ning Yan rubbed his hands subconsciously, feeling many small wounds that had never been seen before.

Ning Yan felt a pain in his heart, quickly opened his hand, and looked around carefully.

It seems that these days are always using knives and guns. Ning Huaijin's right hand has a thin callus on the tiger's mouth, and a white cloth is wrapped around the second knuckles of the index finger and middle finger. There is faint blood seeping out of it. It is because of too much archery and excessive wear and tear.

Ning Huaijin's body was full of traces of battlefield smoke, the cloak and armor were covered with a thin layer of dust, and there were two shocking knife marks on the armor at the waist.

"Why..." Ning Yan's voice became hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth. He choked up a bit, and then continued, "Why did you come back in such a hurry? It's still ten days before our appointment."

He finished speaking in a hurry, then turned his face away as if hiding his emotions, and called Shili in a hasty tone.

"Bring the medicine." Ning Yan ordered, "I want the bottle in my bag."

"Wait." Ning Huaijin called to stop Shili: "After taking the medicine, order the kitchen to order a bowl of noodles, roll them harder, and lay down two eggs."

"Hungry?" Ning Yan hurriedly said, "There are..."

"There are still ten days." Ning Huaijin interrupted him, and said with a smile, "Why did you forget, today is your birthday."

Ning Yan was puzzled at first, but then he was taken aback, and suddenly realized something.

——Indeed, Chonghua Emperor Ning Yan was born on Dongyue 26, not Dongyue [-].

In the past ten years, because of making concessions to Ning Zongyuan's death anniversary, Ning Yan has not celebrated the sixteenth day of Dongyue for a long time.

Even he himself got used to the new "birthday" during the extremely lively Longevity Festival every year, so when Ning Huaijin suddenly mentioned the sixteenth day of the winter moon, he felt at a loss.

"I..." Ning Yan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.

Ning Huaijin saw his rare helplessness, squeezed his hand gently, then let go, took out a small cloth bag wrapped in soft leather from the interlayer of her wrist armor, and handed it to him. Ning Yan.

"Hold it." Ning Huaijin said, "Your birthday gift."

Ning Yan squeezed the small bag subconsciously. There was a thin layer inside, and it looked like nothing when pinched, only a slight rubbing sound could be heard.

Seems like a page.

"It's just a pity." Ning Huaijin said regretfully, "After all, today is the anniversary of the late emperor's death, so it's not good to hold a banquet for you... When night falls, close the door, and I will secretly pass it to you."

Ning Yan didn't need to open it to know that what was inside must be the city deed of Xinyang Mansion, it was - it was the "birthday gift" that Ning Huaijin promised him.

Ning Yan squeezed the cloth bag and didn't speak for a long time.

This kind of surprise came so quickly that Ning Yan was already immersed in a dazed and dull state before Ning Yan could mobilize his emotions and make some preparations.

——Is this true or not, Ning Yan suddenly thought without warning.

Since the last time he and Ning Huaijin expressed their feelings to each other, Ning Huaijin seemed to have changed his whole appearance in the past month or so, becoming frank and proactive, unlike when he was in the capital and avoided talking to him , also began to think about his heart all the time.

This was originally what Ning Yan had been thinking about, but Ning Huaijin's transformation was too rapid, and while Ning Yan was overjoyed, it was inevitable that he felt some unspeakable uneasiness.

When the cold poison broke out before, he received letters from Ning Huaijin's family several times in a daze, wondering if this was a dream he had been obsessed with for many years.

Although Ning Yan can distinguish between reality and dreams every time he wakes up, and also understands the reason for Ning Huaijin's previous scruples and his current frankness, but Ning Yan can't help but sometimes wonder why Ning Huaijin suddenly wanted to go.

Is it because he can no longer hide his mind like him, or because of something else.

Ning Huaijin originally thought that Ning Yan would at least be a little happier to see him if he didn't say he was ecstatic.Seeing that Ning Yan didn't respond for a long time, he pressed his palm to his forehead worriedly.

"I heard about it when I was outside." Ning Huaijin said, "Are you not feeling well recently?"

Ning Huaijin has been running around outside recently, her heart is full of fire, and her body temperature is higher than Ning Yan's. Even if she just came in from outside, her hands are still warm.

Ning Yan was comforted by the warmth, tilted his head and rubbed against his palm, feeling more at ease inexplicably.

——Never mind him, Ning Yan thought, Ning Huaijin is not someone who can open his eyes and talk nonsense. If he said that he is interested in him, then it must not be used to coax him.

If nothing else, just saying that Ning Huaijin has never been married for so many years is not enough to explain the problem.

As for himself, as long as Ning Huaijin had intentions, all other external factors would not be a problem.

"It's a little bit." Ning Yan's heart settled down, and his tone became much more relaxed. He took Ning Huaijin's hand and held it in his palm, caressing the thin calluses on his tiger's mouth, and said in a low voice: "It's nothing more than the cold weather. That's all."

Ning Huaijin is not afraid of anything now, only afraid of hearing the word "cold" in Ning Yan's mouth.He still remembers the sick Ning Yan he saw when he hurried back to Beijing from the border town.

In his impression, the noble and proud young man was lying there haggard and weak, as if most of the vitality in his body had flowed out of his body along with the two bowls of cold blood.

That scene is still engraved in Ning Huaijin's mind until now—it was also from that time that Ning Huaijin gradually began to realize that Ning Yan is actually just like ordinary children, a flesh-and-blood child who suffers from headaches, brain fever, and sadness. child.

Ning Huaijin thought about it these days, maybe he was so easily "swayed" by Cheng Yuan back then, maybe it was because of this incident.

——Ning Yan's situation is more difficult than he imagined, and he doesn't want or want to make him worry any more.

"Is it important?" Ning Huaijin hesitated for a moment, then said, "Do you want to write to Xinyang and ask Doctor Cheng to come back?"

"What's the matter, it doesn't matter." Ning Yan smiled, approached Ning Huaijin, put his arms around his shoulders, and hugged him very briefly.

"I just miss you so much." Ning Yan whispered in his ear, "It's very important."

Ning Huaijin stopped breathing.

Ning Yan's clear and shallow breath sprayed in his ears, carrying a very subtle aroma of herbs, Ning Huaijin's ears were itchy, and he felt a little fever even on his cheeks.

Ning Huaijin was a little overwhelmed by such words, he hesitated for a while, and even the roots of her ears turned red.

Ning Yan accepted it as soon as he saw it, and didn't embarrass him too much. He let go of his hand after hugging him, and took Ning Huaijin's hand to walk to the couch.

"It's still early to talk, there's plenty of time to chat." Ning Yan said: "Take off your armor first, let me see your injuries."

Previously, when Ning Huaijin sent him a letter home, from time to time, she would mention something that she accidentally scratched on the battlefield. After several times, this matter almost became Ning Yan's concern.

Ning Yan's room was smoked with several charcoal basins, and the room was as warm as spring. Ning Huaijin stood there for a while and sweat broke out on his forehead. Hearing this, he didn't refuse much, so he took off the light armor on his body by himself. Go down and throw it on the stool beside the couch.

Ning Huaijin must have come back in a hurry, and she hasn't washed and washed properly in the past few days. The edges of her snow-white underwear are a little wrinkled and curled, but overall she looks clean.

Ning Yan's eyes subconsciously fell on his arms and back - this was where Ning Huaijin had been injured in the previous slander.

But separated by a thin layer of underwear, it is hard to see what it looks like inside. Ning Yan inspected it visually, and it doesn't look like it is wrapped in gauze.

Shili appeared at the right time, and put a palm-sized medicine bottle to Ning Yan's hand. He saw that Ning Yan was absent-minded, so he quietly retreated out like when he entered the door, and took it with him before leaving. the door of the outhouse.

After walking for ten miles, Ning Huaijin was obviously much more at ease. He brushed his long hair aside, untied his belt, and took off the last layer of underwear.

"Everything is almost fine." Ning Huaijin turned her back to Ning Yan, and said in a gentle voice, "Nothing is particularly serious."

As Ning Huaijin said, except for a fresh knife wound on his shoulder that was still scabbing, the few minor knife wounds and abrasions on his body were almost healed.All that's left are some bruises that don't look very serious, and I don't know where the injury happened.

Ning Yan felt distressed when he saw it, he sighed, bent down and held the medicine bottle in his hand, stepped forward and gave Ning Huaijin a gentle push.

"Huaijin." Ning Yan lowered his voice, sounding a bit bewitching: "Lie down on the bed, I'll give you some medicine, the bruise on your back is too big, if you don't rub it Knead, I won’t be able to get up tomorrow.”

How could Ning Huaijin get Ning Yan to serve him? Even if he wanted to refuse, just as soon as he turned around, before he could say anything, Ning Yan had already bullied him, and complained in a very aggrieved tone: "Why, Huai Jin doesn't want me to come, maybe it's because he wants to find someone young and beautiful to serve."