Dingjiangshan

Ning Huaijin had always had nothing to do with Ning Yan.

When Ning Yan was born, Ning Zongyuan was already old, and the palace was fighting for the position of the crown prince. There was a turbulent undercurrent in the palace. Under the quiet water, there were all shady and secret means.

That's why when Ning Huaijin took over Ning Yan from Ning Zongyuan, she thought that his imperial brother wanted to protect the youngest son who lost his mother after birth, and keep him away from these dirty things.

And later, when Ning Huaijin discovered Ning Zongyuan's plan, it was already too late.He himself was not very old at the time, and he had been with that child day and night for three years, so he couldn't calm down and regard Ning Yan as an emperor who had nothing to do with him.

So Ning Huaijin was forced to board this "thief ship", guarding Ning Yan carefully every day until today.

Ten years have passed in a flash, and it is not an exaggeration to say that we depend on each other for life.

"Where is this?" Ning Huaijin stroked his hair and said in a soft voice, "Even if you are not Your Majesty, I am also worried."

"The emperor uncle didn't know to come to see me a few days ago. A few days ago, fresh venison came in from the hunting ground outside. I sent someone to invite the emperor uncle to the palace to eat hot pot, and the emperor uncle did not come." Ning Yan was not stingy. Showing his childish side to Ning Huaijin, he shook Ning Huaijin's sleeves and said dissatisfiedly, "Uncle Huang dressed himself so old-fashioned again, and gave him a bunch of brightly colored satin , I don’t even see the emperor’s uncle wearing it.”

From the moment Ning Huaijin entered the door, some of the young maids in the house voluntarily withdrew, leaving only He Wenting waiting for Ning Yan's orders at any time.

He stood in the corner of the room farthest from the throne, hugged his fly in his arms, stood in the corner with lowered eyebrows, and turned a deaf ear to the relationship between Ning Yan and Ning Huaijin.

Ning Yan knew very well how he should get along with Ning Huaijin. Ning Huaijin seemed a little indifferent on the outside, but in fact he was gentle and soft-hearted towards him.As long as you understand his character, it's really easy to decide on him.

Sure enough, Ning Huaijin comforted him with a good temper: "That's because I'm sick, and I'm afraid I'll give His Majesty the anger of my illness, so..."

Ning Yan accepted it as soon as he saw it, and kept his mouth shut. He lowered his head and leaned against him and hummed twice.

Ning Huaijin sighed, and raised her voice to call for someone.The imperial doctor quickly opened the door and came in. Ning Huaijin pushed Ning Yan's shoulder, but the little guy didn't know what medicine he took wrongly today, but he was determined not to let go. Carefully rubbing his nose to the desk, he lifted his robe and knelt down.

Ning Huaijin had no choice but to break off his hand and place it on her wrist, and call the imperial doctor to get a pulse first.

"Perhaps it's snowing too much this morning." The imperial physician carefully said: "Your Majesty just got a little bit of wind and cold, so drink some medicine and you'll be fine."

Very well, pretend to be whatever you want——The little emperor thought sadly, and by the way, he spurned the stupid excuse he made up in his heart.

He really wanted to see Ning Huaijin, ever since those courtiers pointed fingers at his harem, he had been holding his breath.Although this matter is barely coming to an end, when Ning Yan thinks of Yingying Yanyan who was almost given to him, he feels extremely tired.

"Your Majesty." Ning Huaijin tentatively called him.

"I don't take medicine." The boy turned his head angrily, and rarely used a formal self-proclaimed name.

Ning Huaijin thought it was a little funny, Ning Yan never regarded himself as an emperor in front of him, and now he has learned to use his status to suppress him.

It's just that he also knows how much Ning Yan has hated taking bitter medicines in his life. Even if it is the medicinal materials that the Tai Hospital racked his brains to add sweetness to the medicine, Ning Yan is not sensitive to that thing.

Ning Huaijin sighed, knowing that it would be impossible to rely on Ning Yan herself, so she waved at the imperial physician, signaling him to boil the medicine first.

Seeing his attitude, the imperial doctor immediately resigned as if he had received amnesty.

After everyone in the room retreated, Ning Huaijin raised her hand to touch the boy's head, and called softly and tentatively, "Xiao Yan?"

Ning Huaijin seldom calls him by his name, because there is a layer of rules between the monarch and his ministers. No matter how coquettish and shameless Ning Yan tries to blur that layer of boundaries, Ning Huaijin is always defending him with an almost old-fashioned attitude. The so-called "etiquette".

It was only at this time, when Ning Huaijin really had no choice but to take on him, that she would finally take on the identity of "Uncle Emperor" and secretly call him like this behind the scenes.

Perhaps it was because of his illness, Ning Yan felt his heart and eye sockets sour when he heard him call himself that, so he could only rub Ning Huaijin's clothes with his head tilting, and put his expression together hid.

The little emperor's illness was not serious at all, and if he said it, he had caught a cold.It's just that drinking medicine is a bit sad, Ning Huaijin coaxed and lied for half an hour before coaxing the little emperor to drink a large bowl of bitter brown medicinal juice with red eyes.

There were one or two ingredients for sleeping in the medicine. The little emperor was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting, but he still grabbed Ning Huaijin's clothes and refused to close his eyes. Like ran away.

"Go to sleep on the couch." Ning Huaijin saw that his eyes were always on the table, thinking that he was thinking about the few unfinished papers, so he persuaded: "I don't have any important matters in court recently. Please An Zhezi, there is no need to rush today."

Ning Yan responded vaguely, didn't speak, but didn't sleep, but still grabbed Ning Huaijin's clothes and refused to let go.

Ning Huaijin couldn't help it for a while, so she could only let him lean on like this.

It's just that Ning Huaijin was standing on the side of the dragon chair, separated from Ning Yan by an armrest half a person's height, so he had to bend slightly to accommodate Ning Yan.

He stood awkwardly in this posture, and Ning Yan was uncomfortable leaning on it.Ning Huaijin didn't have the guts to sit on the dragon chair, after thinking about it, she had to settle for the next best thing, and asked He Wenting to move a chair over, sat next to the dragon chair and pulled Ning Yan into her arms.

The boy's stature has not yet grown, and he is half a head shorter than Ning Huaijin sitting on the chair. At this time, he is held in his arms, and he looks like a child.

Ning Huaijin loves plum blossoms, and always goes to the plum garden when winter comes, her body is always covered with a faint fragrance of plum blossoms, mixed with the icy snow, which makes her feel cool.As soon as Ning Yan smelled this smell, he felt at ease, and subconsciously moved closer.

Ning Huaijin only thought that he was uncomfortable and that people like to act like a baby, so she smiled, patted him on the back, and coaxed him in a low voice.

Ning Yan was still thinking about the booklet from Anqing Mansion on his desk, and deliberately raised his spirits to mention Ning Zheng's matter to Ning Huaijin.Just being coaxed by him like this, the whole person suddenly didn't know what night it was, but fell asleep uncontrollably after a while.

Ning Huaijin waited for a while, and seeing that he was completely asleep, she motioned to He Wenting to help him put away all the memorials on the table, then picked up his black cloak from the hanger at the side, and put it on Ning Yan's shoulder , Wrap him up tightly.

He Wenting quickly packed up his things, saw him standing up with Ning Yan in his arms, hurriedly called the sedan chair in the inner courtyard first, and led Ning Huaijin all the way to Ning Yan's bedroom.

Ning Yan slept soundly, and the bumps along the way didn't wake him up.

The ground dragon in the Zichen Palace was burning warmly. Ning Huaijin put Ning Yan on the bed, pulled down the curtain beside her, stood up and hesitated for a while, then sat back on the bedside, not feeling relieved to leave.

I don't know if it was a fever or a heat, but Ning Yan's face was flushed, and he frowned slightly, looking uncomfortable.

Ning Huaijin moved forward, sat a little closer to him, reached out and touched his forehead, and then touched his exposed hand - it seemed that it was not as hot as before.

Ning Yan slept for several hours, and when the palace door was locked, Ning Huaijin still did not leave the palace.The imperial physician has been waiting in the Zichen Palace, and after that he checked his pulse twice, only saying that nothing happened, His Majesty may be too tired recently, it would be good to have some sleep.

In the middle of the night, the servants of Zichen Palace were all on standby outside, and the inner room was quiet, only the sound of candles crackling.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ning Huaijin looked at Ning Yan's sleeping face, and suddenly felt a little distressed.

Back then when the emperor handed over Ning Yan to him solemnly, Ning Yan was still a small glutinous rice dumpling, said to be three years old, but in fact he hadn't passed his full birthday yet, and he was still not very good at speaking.He didn't even know how to say his father, but he learned to call him Uncle Huang first.

He watched the small glutinous rice dumpling grow up little by little, and when it grew into a big glutinous rice dumpling, the emperor's brother went, and Ning Yan walked up to the high altar alone, becoming the new king of the world. Owner.He was standing under the stage at that time, looking at the young figure at the place closest to the altar, and suddenly felt that he might not be able to keep up with him.

Fortunately, the memorials accumulated over the years on the imperial platform of the upper study, and the stability of the court in the past ten years have proved that Ning Yan is not a child who cannot do without him.

——Those things accompanied him day after day, until the little glutinous rice dumpling turned into the handsome and gentle boy he is now.

He sat steadily on this dragon chair until he grew up, and he did not disappoint his father.

Ning Yan is a good boy. No matter when and where he sees him, he can always smile and bend his eyes, and call him Emperor Uncle in a soft voice. He doesn't have the airs of a young emperor at all—he himself is not a warm-hearted person. , didn't care much about anything, and didn't know how to raise such a gentle and smiling boy as Ning Yan.

Ning Huaijin didn't dare to close her eyes all night, but the little emperor had rough skin and thick flesh, this time he slept without knowing what the world was like, and the fever subsided in the middle of the night.Ning Huaijin stayed with him for most of the night, and then she finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the corner pillar of the bed and sleeping for a while.

Ning Yan fell into a dark sleep this time, and when he woke up, he felt his whole body was sticky as hell. The sky was bright outside, and it seemed that it was already past the morning.

"Your Majesty is awake?" Ning Huaijin asked softly.

Ning Yan blinked his eyes and scanned Ning Huaijin's body. Seeing that he was still wearing yesterday's clothes, he knew that the other party had probably stayed here all night.His heart was twisting sourly, but there was an indescribable sweetness secreted from the tip of his heart.

"Uncle Huang didn't sleep all night." Ning Yan said softly, his voice was still a little hoarse, not as refreshing as before, and he lowered his voice slightly, sounding a little serious.

"Took some time to take a nap." Ning Huaijin touched his forehead: "Is it still uncomfortable? Do you want to call the imperial physician?"

Ning Yan shook his head, took Ning Huaijin's hand, held it and stroked it.Ning Huaijin was stunned for a moment, always feeling that Ning Yan's fingers brushed across his palm.But the feeling was too subtle, so subtle that it disappeared in a flash and could not be distinguished, Ning Huaijin didn't care, just thought it was accidentally touched.

"I'm fine." Ning Yan blinked, a dimple looming on his cheek, a pair of eyes sparkling brightly, as if filled with thick peach blossom honey: "Uncle Huang has been up all night, hurry back Let the mansion rest for a while, if you get tired and thin, you won't dare to work for the emperor's uncle in the future."

Ning Huaijin didn't know why he suddenly changed his sex. Yesterday he was still acting like a coquettish child, but today he became so sensible.

It's just that Ning Yan was always good at dealing with Ning Huaijin, although Ning Huaijin was still a little worried about him, but under the series of ingenious tricks of the little emperor's coquetry and guarantee, he was sent back to the carriage in a daze.

As soon as Ning Huaijin stepped out, Ning Yan's expression immediately sank, and he called out in a deep voice, "He Wenting—"

"The slave is here." The chief servant who had been waiting at the side came out and said in a low voice.

Ning Yan sat up from the bed, tugged at the collar stuck around his neck, and stretched out his hand to pull up the curtain on one side.

He Wenting raised his eyes and glanced at him, only to see Ning Yan with a sullen face, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the quilt - when Ning Yan was not smiling, he was quite similar to Ning Huaijin, but not the same .Ning Huaijin's indifference is because she doesn't care about others, but Ning Yan's eyes are dark, as if she can always see people's hearts.

"Is there any news when I was sick?" Ning Yan asked.

"Go back to Your Majesty, nothing else." He Wenting hurriedly lowered his head, "It's just that the Empress Dowager sent someone here once, saying that she wanted to bring you some medicinal food for your body. At that time, the prince was in your palace, so it was not convenient for others to see him. So the servant stopped you for you. As for the others... The prince’s carriage stopped early last night at Linhua Palace, and he drove over again this morning. He only said that the prince stayed in the palace and came to visit him before leaving the palace early in the morning. Once again, Your Majesty."

"En." Ning Yan responded, He Wenting was relieved to handle the matter, and he didn't need to order too much.

"However, the Queen Mother's news is quite well-informed." Ning Yan's hand knocking on the quilt suddenly stopped: "I remember that there is a sapphire incense table in my small storeroom, you can find it and give me that box of tribute from the Western Regions." I sent Chen Ningxiang to the Queen Mother together, saying that it is my filial piety."