His Majesty And Ministers

The lights in the hall were flickering, and the two were quietly embracing by the table. At first glance, they really looked like married couples who loved each other deeply.

Lin Xiaosheng lowered his eyes and was thinking about something. The breathing in his ears was long and peaceful. He glanced lightly, and saw the young man's fine long eyelashes and the soft corners of his eyes.

The emperor suddenly moved his brows, rubbed his shoulders, and muttered: "I... really like..."

"En?" Lin Xiaosheng tilted his ears unconsciously.

"...Ham and Bamboo Shoot Soup..."

"..."

Lin Xiaosheng couldn't help chuckling, and simply supported the man's back with his right hand, put his left hand through his knees, and hugged him horizontally.However, as soon as he got up, he staggered and almost fell.

Although His Majesty the Emperor is tired these days, he hasn't lost any of his food and drink.And go to bed at five o'clock and get up at nine o'clock every day, life is quite regular, so it is shameful... to grow fat.

Lin Xiaosheng barely steadied himself, and carried him back to the dragon bed.The emperor put his palms against the side of his neck and was still in a deep sleep.

The heavy rain had just passed, but the hall was a bit stuffy.Lin Xiaosheng was in a daze for a moment, but still gently pressed the hand of the person in his arms back on the quilt, walked to the bedside and opened a few doors.The harsh night wind blows in, refreshing people's spirits.

He looked up at the dark night outside, and couldn't help laughing at his actions.

Although he didn't hate the emperor as much as others expected, but he wasn't as peaceful as ordinary strangers.

He has always been contemptuous and indifferent to him.

Such an emperor who was in a daze all day and didn't know what to do, let alone an emperor, even ordinary people would be despised by others.But he still lived safely in the palace, living in a place where money and power can be controlled at any time, as long as he skips some things that make him uncomfortable, he is the most at ease.

Don't handle useless things, don't do useless things, this is the rule.

But today seems to be a bit rebellious.Lin Xiaosheng looked at his palm and smiled.

Maybe it's because that person has become too many.

Lin Xiaosheng is the son of Jiangning Weaving and Mingji.

Ming Ji was the most famous prostitute in the south of the Yangtze River back then. Not only did she sing a song about lovesickness, but she could also recite Wu Nong's soft words, and her sleeves fluttered lightly, making countless talented men and relatives bow down.Later, the No. [-] beauty chose the master of Jiangning Weaving Mansion, and was carried into the door by a bright red soft sedan chair.

Two years later, she swallowed gold and died in her embroidery room, leaving behind Lin Xiaosheng who was only one year old.The woman went to the underworld without any worries, leaving behind a son who is still suffering in the world.

Lin Xiaosheng still remembered that when he was six years old, the eldest son in the mansion forced him to swallow a pill, and that night he felt cold all over his body, and when the chill came out from his bone marrow bit by bit, he almost thought he was a dead body.

It was cold in the middle of the night, and suddenly something jumped up and got into his thin quilt.The little thing was warm, and he was already out of his mind. As soon as his fingertips touched it, he hugged it desperately. It suddenly panicked, waving its paws and struggling non-stop.

Don't move, don't move, don't go.

After struggling for a long time, it gradually calmed down.

Are you tired?Or... dead?

After a long, long time, the warm little thing started to move again, this time it burrowed into his arms, and when it got to a certain place on his chest, it gently rubbed against him.

kindness?

Rub again.

Then I started rubbing and rubbing non-stop until my chest became hot...

Lin Xiaosheng opened his eyes suddenly.

What he saw in front of him was a head of jet black long hair, with his chin propped on top of his head, trembling slightly.He lowered his head slightly, and stroked the messy hair with his hands, feeling cool and smooth.

Touching the man's cheek with his fingertips, he felt hot.

The emperor was still rubbing the skirt of his chest, the snow-white inner garment had been rubbed into a wrinkle, and his hands were tightly hugging his waist.

Lin Xiaosheng frowned, as if something was wrong, he fumbled to hold the emperor's hands, which were cold.After being silent for a while, he got up and opened the curtain and called out, "Eunuch Ye."

Ye Mao, who was guarding outside the curtain, woke up with a jolt: "What's the matter, young master?"

"Your Majesty..." Lin Xiaosheng stretched out his hand and touched the forehead of the person in front of him, "It seems to be sick."

"What?" Ye Mao was startled, and quickly lifted the curtain and ran in with small steps.The emperor was still lying in Young Master Lin's arms, Ye Mao moved a floor lamp to shine it on, saw that his face was red but his lips were pale, so he quickly put down the lamp to touch his forehead, it was really hot.

"It's obvious that he caught a cold." Eunuch Ye hurriedly lifted up the thin quilt and pressed it on the emperor's neck, and glanced at the open windows beside the bed, "Hey, why are these windows wide open?"

Lin Xiaosheng frowned slightly: "I drove it."

"My lord is too careless." Ye Mao was anxious, and he could not help but blame him, "Your Majesty will get hot after drinking alcohol. You open the window, and the night is chilly. How can these layers of tulle stop it? As the saying goes If you warm up your body, you can't bear the cold wind, which will make you sick."

In the past, he played songs every night, but he was not so sick.Lin Xiaosheng looked down at the emperor, seeing that he seemed to dislike the quilt for being too hot, and raised his hand to knock off the quilt, so he couldn't help but hold his wrist.

Ye Mao has already rushed outside in a hurry to tell the little eunuchs to pass on the imperial doctor.Lin Xiaosheng was silent for a while, then got up and got out of bed, and closed the windows beside the bed.

The imperial doctor was in a daze in the middle of the night and was afraid of being woken up. After hearing the message clearly, he put on his official uniform and carried a medicine box and entered the palace tremblingly. He was afraid that the little emperor would get excited again and wanted to make something new.

When I got to the bed, I felt my pulse, and I was really sick, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

Eunuch Ye was so anxious that he shook his whisk: "Your Majesty, why are you so relieved! Your Majesty is sick!"

The imperial doctor was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak out: "Your Majesty, your majesty's illness is caused by external factors and internal stagnation, and he drank alcohol before the illness, so it is actually a little typhoid..."

Ye Mao took a step forward: "Then please quickly draw up the prescription, my servant will order the medicine to be decocted."

"Yes, yes, the next official will go to draw up."

The medical officer was led by the little maid to the main hall, and Eunuch Ye stamped his feet and turned around in front of the bed.

The eyelashes of the person lying on the bed trembled, and they opened slowly: "...Ye Mao?"

Lin Xiaosheng lowered his head.

"Hey." Ye Gonggong immediately moved to the bed, "Your Majesty, you are awake."

Jing Ye tried to sit up with his hands, but Ye Mao hurriedly stepped forward to push the pillow forward and helped him up.

"I just fell asleep, and I was woken up by you."

Jing Ye actually woke up early, he just thought carefully about his drunken behavior while closing his eyes.

My Virgin Mary, I am ashamed and thrown to my grandmother's house.

The emperor coughed lightly, looked up at Young Master Lin who was standing aside: "Lin Qing..."

When he was drunk, he could not see clearly. Now that he is sober, he looks at this person again. His eyebrows are long and narrow and the corners of his eyes are slightly hooked. His nose is straight, his lips are thin, and his long hair is loose. The color of his lips and his skin color make Jing Ye think of a classic description in vain. .

White like snow, red like blood, black like ebony.

Jing Ye shook his head, temporarily threw out the strange thoughts that were occupying his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "...Lao Qing took care of me last night. I must be tired. I'm afraid I won't be able to calm down here for a while. Rest in the hall." While speaking, he raised his hand, and the little eunuch beside him stepped forward and bowed to invite him.

Lin Xiaosheng looked down at him: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

On the second day, the emperor did not go to court due to illness, and the ministers couldn't help talking about it.

"Okay, why are you sick again?"

"You still don't know? His Majesty summoned Mr. Lin last night..."

"So that's the case, it's no wonder..."

Several ministers exchanged winks, thinking they knew the reason, and smiled intriguingly.

Feng Ling walked past them, paused, and left with her sleeves waved.