Si Tian Guan

Liu Chongming went out with the Eight Treasures Linglong Box.

A few days ago, he lost that gamble with Danlang and conceded the bet.

500 taels of silver was nothing to him, but Qu Shenzhou always relied on himself to be calm, and when he got the bank note, he was extremely happy, like a child who had never seen anything in the world.

Out of curiosity, Liu Chongming followed to the East Wing, and saw him dig out an old paper box containing cakes from the cabinet, solemnly wrapped the bank note in paper, and carefully placed it at the bottom of the box.

The things he gave - a few red strings, a small sachet to repel mosquitoes, a piece of handkerchief, and two lake pens, were all put in a paper box, not too much, and the paper box was mostly empty, which made him feel mixed feelings , the taste is uncomfortable.

I don't know if it's because there are too few things sent, or because these things were properly put away.

The identity of this person is even more confusing. Since he has lived in the palace for a long time and has never seen anything good, why is he so excited about a mere few hundred taels of silver?

Seeing that he was watching seriously, Qu Chenzhou became vigilant and covered his treasure box.

"My son, I am willing to bet and admit defeat."

Liu Chongming couldn't help laughing, what is a money obsessed with, this life has turned a very smart person into a fool, is it possible that he can still go back on his word for a mere 500 taels of silver?

But the more Qu Shenzhou cared, the more he wanted to play tricks.

"I heard from Manager Lin that you used to have a rule that it was forbidden to hide..."

He regretted it before he finished speaking.

Realizing that he was about to take back the banknote, the face that was still smiling just now clearly showed a hurt expression, which made him panic for a moment.

Although he didn't know why Qu Chenzhou regarded money as so important, before he could figure it out, the words in his mouth quickly turned a corner.

"Even if you keep it privately, don't use such a broken box to store things from my son."

Afterwards, he got busy and forgot to find a decent box for someone. Today, he found the right one by mistake.

Liu Chongming came to the east wing with ease, the door was closed, and before he reached the window, he heard Lin Guanshi's slightly anxious voice from inside.

"Shen Zhou, bear with it, don't move, it will be fine in a while."

Afterwards, Doctor Qin's voice sounded like he was panting from exhaustion.

"Brother Xiaoqu, bite tighter, if it is crooked again, this face will be really disfigured."

Liu Chongming knocked open the door with a bang.

There was a chair sandwiched between Steward Lin and the government doctor, Qu Chenzhou leaned on the chair, with his face up, biting the sweat towel tightly, the blood from his face dyed the sides of the sweat towel bright red.

"What's going on!" Liu Chongming threw the box on the table, walked over in three steps at a time, and saw that the scar on Qu Shenzhou's face was cut from the middle again.

He didn't need any further explanation from the government doctor, but he could understand it - along with the blood, there was also yellowish-white pus.

"Your Majesty." Doctor Qin wiped his sweat and hurriedly saluted him.

"I've always just treated it as medicine, but looking at it today, Brother Xiao Qu was seriously injured before. Last time, only a layer of pus was left on the surface. After it healed, the inside surface came up again."

"I said, why didn't it disappear after it came, but swelled instead."

"This way, I'm afraid it will take some time. I guess it will be the Chinese New Year before we can see if it's good or not."

Liu Chongming saw that Qu Chenzhou's face was pale, and he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes to see him. Steward Lin kept wiping his sweat with a wet towel, his heart tightened, and he even lowered his voice, for fear that one more breath would hurt humanlike.

"Can it be cured?"

"Let me give it a try. If the scar can't get rid of it this time, then I can only..."

"No need." Liu Chongming dragged a chair from the side and put his hands on Qu Shenzhou's hand: "I'll do my best this time, take as much Yulin ointment as you can use, don't be stingy, this time remove the pus , don’t leave the root of the disease. If the scar is not good, there is no need to treat it.”

He leaned over and asked softly: "Shen Zhou, hold on to my hand."

Qu Chenzhou bit his sweat towel and hummed vaguely.

This is the second time Liu Chongming has seen the government doctor use a knife on this face, and he can't remember how he could look at it calmly the first time.

His complexion was no better than Qu Shenzhou's.

The knife soaked in the liquid medicine made a piercing sound when it was roasted on the fire, and the moment the blade fell on the scar, his hand was suddenly clenched.

"It will be fine soon, don't be afraid." He also squeezed back hard, staring intently.

"It's coming to an end soon, well, come out."

"Take a breath, there are three more, not long."

"Take a breath and endure, the knife is about to drop."

He didn't know when he became so talkative, but after reading it like this, Qu Chenzhou would obediently cooperate with him to breathe and relax, and for the next few cuts, he just insisted on not moving, and it was done in one go.

"Okay, it's over, it's over." He touched Qu Shenzhou's forehead and found that his hands were also covered with sweat: "Don't be afraid."

With the last knife raised, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The pain was not over, and he was tense for too long, Qu Chenzhou froze on the chair for a moment, but when Liu Chongming wanted to hug him up, he stretched out his hand and pushed him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was pulled away by the clasped hands just now.

Liu Chongming stared blankly at the empty palm, the tip of his nose suddenly felt a little sore, he felt uncomfortable.

——Actually, yes, this person's true identity may be on par with him, or even better than him. Now that he is committed to being a lowly person, it is only an expedient measure to ask him for help.

Why can't he help himself to be passionate again and again, which only adds to his troubles.

The doctor warmed up the plaster, and spread it on Qu Chenzhou's face one by one, while saying: "My lord, please be kind, next time I will mix Yulin ointment into the plaster for you, and I will give it to you every five days. Change your medicine."

"Don't wash your face every day, try not to get wet, and don't get exposed to the wind. You should wear the mask before. It's scary to walk around with plaster on your face."

It was inconvenient for Qu Chenzhou to speak, so he asked vaguely, "I want to take a bath, is that okay?"

His clothes were drenched with cold sweat.

The government doctor thought for a moment and said, "It's okay not to touch your face. Remember to take the medicine in the bottle every day."

He babblingly asked, and Lin Guanshi was at the side to help answer, while looking at the silent Liu Chongming, he hurriedly pushed the boat and reminded him in a low voice.

"Shen Zhou, hurry up and thank the eldest son."

Liu Chongming waved his hands, stopping Guanshi Lin's movements: "You all go down, Shen Zhou stays."

Qu Shenzhouyuan had already been pushed to stand up, and after hearing what he said, he closed his eyes and sat down again.This time the blade penetrated deeply, and it hurt even more than last time, he really didn't want to move.

There was a knock at the door, the light in the room dimmed, and it became quiet.

"Does it hurt badly?"

Liu Chongming tried to slow down his tone as much as possible, feeling a little irritable in his heart. He thought that he had comforted Qu Shenzhou before, they were so close to each other, and their relationship was closer than before, but they were avoided again.

Every movement of Qu Chenzhou clearly reminded him - it was just a shaved head and a head full of heat.

"My lord, do you know what I was thinking just now?"

It was like this again so that he couldn't get up and down, but with the indifference of pulling his hand away, Liu Chongming felt that the teasing was not so hateful, but saw that Qu Shenzhou's face was tightly covered with plaster, and he couldn't speak clearly, so he still held on Talking to him, the depression just now is not so strong.

This person is not as silent as when he first came, isn't it... he has changed because of him?

Why on earth is so worrying about gain and loss.

He persuaded himself in his heart, barely getting interested: "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking, the appearance of the son just now, it doesn't look like he is watching me heal my wounds, but rather..."

"like what?"

Qu Shenzhou crossed his arms on his chest, relaxed, and leaned against the back of the chair with his eyes closed.

"It's more like an official guarding before the collapse when my wife is giving birth."

Liu Chongming laughed out loud, no matter what the other party thought, a little playfulness and intimacy in these words was enough to dissipate the boredom, and that bit of worry became a little unnecessary - people like Qu Chenzhou don't need his pity and sympathy.

"Did you give birth?"

"Let the prince down, no." Qu Chenzhou asked him: "Is there something wrong with the prince? Why did you come here suddenly?"

"..."

Qu Chenzhou didn't hear the answer, so he opened his eyes and looked over, but his gaze passed him and landed on the table behind.

Liu Chongming couldn't avoid it, so he looked at it together, and smiled teasingly: "It's just a coincidence, I found a broken box, and I thought it would fit your broken things, so I brought it here for you."

Qu Chenzhou didn't seem to hear what he said, his eyes were glued to the box, he walked over step by step, and slowly stroked the pattern on the box cover.

Eight treasures exquisite box.

Every line on it has been touched countless times by him, every day and every night.

There is no lock in the box, and it can be opened lightly. Although the colored brocade lining inside is a bit old, it is not the rotten and yellowed appearance in memory.

He tried his best to keep his eyes open, scanned the room, and made sure that it was not in the Xingxing Pavilion, and then lightly touched the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.

Just now I forgot to ask Dr. Qin if I could cry when applying the medicine.

"What's wrong?" Seeing his shoulders trembling slightly, Liu Chongming sensed something was wrong.

Qu Shenzhou's breathing quickly calmed down, he touched the brocade in Caiku, and asked, "Where's the key?"

"I lost it, so it's a broken box." Liu Chongming caught up a few steps: "Why are your eyes red?"

"I'm touched," Qu Chenzhou sat on the bed with the Eight Treasures Box in his arms, and then took out the paper box from the cabinet, and put it in one by one, his words were so cold and frivolous.

"This Eight Treasures Exquisite Box is so precious, I am so touched that your son is willing to give it to me."

Liu Chongming couldn't see his expression blocked by the ointment, but no matter how he thought about it, it didn't feel right, it sounded like he was mocking him for saving money and being stingy.

"Qu Chenzhou," he was sitting at the table, looking at the other side packing things, feeling resentful in his heart: "You..."

"It's really annoying." Qu Chenzhou helped him complete the words, and said humbly: "Many people say that."

Liu Chongming didn't want to be guessed at what he wanted to say, so he turned a corner full of selfishness: "Is there really anyone who would like you?"

Qu Chenzhou's hand stopped for a moment, propped in the eight-treasure box, his thumb lightly rubbing the brocade.

Perhaps there was a ghost in his heart, Liu Chongming was afraid that the question would be too deliberate, so he looked away and pricked up his ears, but what he waited for was a long period of silence, which made him uneasy, but he didn't want to interrupt it with other topics.

After a while, Qu Shenzhou spoke slowly.

"He... is the best person in the world who treats me well. If that's not liking, I don't know what liking is."

He was quiet for a while, then asked with a slight smile, "Which answer do you want to hear, Shizi? Do you like it or not?"

The author has something to say: Shen Zhou will be fine this time, and he won't suffer again. The son is starting to worry about gains and losses, yooooo, I am very happy to write this!

Ah, 499 is accepted, I don’t know if I can make up [-] this year