I became the apex of my nemesis by acting

Xue Beiwang reluctantly left.

After decocting the medicine, Bai Chengjue sent the medicine to the bedroom.

Bai Chengjue sat beside Xue Beiwang's bed, scooped up the soup and blew on it, and brought the porcelain spoon to Xue Beiwang's lips.

He gulped down the soup and looked at Bai Chengjue with crooked eyes, but he couldn't feel the bitterness of the medicine.

Xue Beiwang asked, "Have you ever taken care of others like this?"

Under Xue Beiwang's questioning, the porcelain spoon in his hand was stirring the soup, and half of Bai Chengjue's face was reflected in the light brown soup bottom.

is taken care of.

The little emperor had occasional illnesses when he was young, and he had to be accompanied by his uncle, even so, the bad boy who took the bitter medicine would vomit himself all over.

Later, when Yanqiu grew up, he was not the kid who needed to be coaxed by his little uncle before he would take medicine.

Seeing Xue Beiwang obediently drinking the medicine, he hadn't taken care of anyone like this in years.

Bai Chengjue raised his eyes, met his eyes, and smiled softly: "No."

Hearing this, Xue Bei looked at the face that couldn't hide his thoughts and said with a smile: "Ang."

The last mouthful of medicine was fed to Xue Beiwang's lips, and Bai Chengjue gently tapped Xue Beiwang's forehead with his slightly curved index finger and said, "Sleep, you will be fine when you wake up."

"it is good."

Bai Chengjue helped Xue Beiwang to lie down, covered the bedding for him, and left with the medicine bowl.

Taking advantage of Xue Beiwang drinking the medicine and falling asleep, he secretly went back to the palace to ask Ye Gui to take a look at Xiao Muzi's recent situation.

After all, Xiao Muzi was caught and put in the cell as soon as he left the house. Presumably, the kid was very anxious about Xue Beiwang's situation when the news was blocked.

In the evening, Bai Chengjue returned to the new house with some soup.

Putting down the food cage, he patted Xue Beiwang's arms lightly twice to see that he was still awake.

Then he probed his forehead and realized that Xue Beiwang had a severe burn.

Her lips were flushed, as if someone had bitten her hard, and her cheeks were also slightly reddened.

Bai Chengjue's knuckles gently brushed Xue Beiwang's cheeks, Xue Beiwang's eyes opened a slit, blinked twice in a daze, and the eyelashes were stained with moisture.

The little boy who is carefree on weekdays, once he fell ill, he would feel pity for him.

The back of Bai Chengjue's index finger ran across Xue Beiwang's lower eyelids, the sick young man frowned, and turned his face slightly to avoid Bai Chengjue's cold fingers.

"I told you to lie down on the bed, but I didn't listen." Bai Chengjue chuckled, and touched Xue Beiwang's forehead with his knuckles again, "I'm so tired that I worry about you."

Lying on the bed, Xue Beiwang could only respond to Bai Chengjue's rough breathing.

It was already late at night, and Bai Chengjue sat by the bed and soaked the white handkerchief in cold water again, wrung it dry and covered Xue Beiwang's forehead again.

"It's stupid enough, if the brain burns out, I don't know what will happen."

After another white handkerchief was wrung out, it wiped Xue Beiwang's neck and underarms.

The fever was so severe, he didn't make trouble, and lay quietly on the bed, allowing Bai Chengjue to swing.

Looking at the well-proportioned bones, this body of tendons is not thick-backed, but it took a lot of effort for Bai Chengjue to cool down and change the dressing.

He just lay there comfortably, unconscious.

Bai Chengjue replaced the white handkerchief again, stood up and hammered his sore, numb and painful lower back.

"Next time you get sick again, I'll throw you out." He complained softly, and went to the well to change the water with the basin.

It was the first time that she took care of others like this.

There are no servants in the new house to serve.

The lamps in the night house will not be turned on by themselves.

Even in the Baihua Pavilion back then, I had never experienced such a quiet and desolate time.

Bai Chengjue put down the basin, took out the torch in his arms, and lit the lamps in the corridors he had to pass.

He seemed to hear the cooing of pigeons in his ears, and he took the torch, walked slowly down the wooden platform, and walked towards the source of the sound.

Near the courtyard wall, a pigeon walked back and forth by the tree, screaming, waiting for someone to respond.

Bai Chengjue built the fire-fighting manual, stepped forward and grabbed the dumb-headed pigeon that could only walk back and forth, groped along its wings and ankles with his fingers, and finally found a bamboo slip in the dark that was as thick and thin as a middle finger.

He held the bamboo slips in his palm, and walked towards the study with the dumb-headed pigeon in his arms.

In the study, candles were lit.

Against the candlelight, Bai Chengjue checked around the bamboo tube. There was no special treatment, and he pried off the wax seal on the bamboo tube with a dagger.

The letter inside was spread out to the size of a palm, and the beautiful regular script on it was very familiar.

Zhao Wang usually writes good handwriting, and the strokes and strokes are especially beautiful. When Bai Chengjue was still young, the first emperor often boasted of Zhao Wang's handwriting. In Bai Chengjue's opinion, it was mediocre. It's a pity that he No matter what his status and status are, he is still an existence that the first emperor despises.

The letter said:

I heard the bad news from the envoy. If you are well today, I will meet you in the old place in three days.

If the person who broke the letter wasn't the messenger himself, the bad news might come true. King Min brutally killed him, and his body sank to the bottom of the lake. The king has sent people to look for it. No matter what, the messenger will be able to return to his hometown.

The person who was sent to the door by King Zhao himself, the assassin arranged by him.

When something happened, he, Bai Chengjue, was the only one to blame.

However, the news of Xue Beiwang's death has made King Zhao anxious this time. After all, he is the seventh prince of the Chen Kingdom.

Bai Chengjue picked up the brush, imitating King Zhao's handwriting and copied the contents of the letter.

After the bamboo slips were soaked with water, the sticky wax marks on the side came off cleanly. Bai Chengjue sniffed the wax that had fallen off and did not have a unique waxy fragrance. He turned the bamboo slips over with bamboo clips and dried them under the candlelight. Put the letter back on the bamboo slip, seal it, and tie it where the pigeon was.

But the text message actually written by King Zhao was accepted by him.

Looking at the pigeon standing stupidly on the table, Bai Chengjue stroked the top of the pigeon's head with his fingertips. The bird stretched its neck, staring at Bai Chengjue with dull eyes, not knowing what happened to it just now.

Bai Chengjue chuckled, and patted the top of the pigeon's head twice with his fingers: "It really is a pigeon raised by King Zhao, and he is just as stupid as he is."

Pigeon cocked its head and blinked its dull eyes.

The letter in his hand is too light, taking it out now can only shake the tree with a gnat, it cannot completely shake the foundation of King Zhao.

Staying by Xue Beiwang's side, while getting along with him, can gradually get more evidence about King Zhao's liaison with other countries, why not do it...

Bai Chengjue returned to the room with the copper basin in his hand, Xue Beiwang seemed to be talking in a daze on the bed.

Hearing the sound, Bai Chengjue put down the copper basin and approached Xue Beiwang, and put his palms on Xue Beiwang's forehead, the temperature was no longer as hot as before.

But his lips opened and closed, and he murmured something in his hoarse and dry throat.

Seeing this, Bai Chengjue leaned close to Xue Beiwang's lips, and his ears were close to those soft lips.

The hot lips opened and closed and grazed his small ears, and the hot wind blowing made the ears itchy.

Xue Beiwang murmured, "I'm cold, mother concubine."

Bai Chengjue's body froze, and he couldn't help fastening the quilt tightly.

Many years ago, he said the same thing as Xue Beiwang in a room without a fire.

"I'm cold." Xue Beiwang said with tears in his tone.

Bai Chengjue took a deep breath, took off his outer robe and covered Xue Beiwang's quilt, Xue Beiwang still looked like a child of seven or eight years old, calling for his concubine mother aggrievedly.

Listening to the faltering at the base of his tongue, Bai Chengjue gently hugged Xue Beiwang into his arms.

The body was looking for warmth, his head was buried in Bai Chengjue's chest, and he whispered to his mother and concubine.

Bai Chengjue patted Xue Beiwang's forearm with his hand.

Feeling comfortable and at ease, Xue Beiwang rubbed the top of his furry head against Bai Chengjue's chest.

Bai Chengjue felt itching on his chest, and gently pushed Xue Beiwang's head a distance away: "You're so delicate when you're sick."

Xue Beiwang answered in a daze, "Ang."

For a moment, Bai Chengjue couldn't help but laugh, and finally let out a long sigh: "Tonight is up to you..."

"It's uncomfortable, but the concubine mother hums a song and looks at her son, so it won't be uncomfortable."

"Humming?"

Xue Bei was so sick that he couldn't see who the person in front of him was, and his head was probably burnt out, so he listened to the man's voice and happily called his mother and concubine.

He is also rarely knowledgeable.

Squeezing his throat, it turned into a woman's voice, humming the song that Bai Qingli often hums in his ear.

Listening to Bai Chengjue's humming, Xue Beiwang relaxed, and fell asleep peacefully in Bai Chengjue's arms.

Bai Chengjue looked at Xue Beiwang's defenseless sleeping face, and the humming sound became smaller and smaller, until the last note as thin as a mosquito came down in this silent room.

The next morning.

Xue Beiwang opened his eyes and saw the little oiran sleeping beside him.

Due to his repeated illness, Xiao Huakui didn't close his eyes for two days because of the hard work. Under the delicate skin, the black and blue eyes were more clearly visible.

Xue Beiwang brushed Bai Chengjue's eyes with distress.

The memory still vaguely remembers what happened last night, the gentle humming, the surrounding mess due to busyness.

"No one has ever treated me better than you."

Bai Chengjue opened his eyes, Xue Beiwang was so frightened that he froze and couldn't even breathe.

He only felt Bai Chengjue's hand wrap around the back of his neck, and Xue Beiwang's breathing became short of breath.

Before he could speak, Bai Chengjue stretched out his head to touch his forehead, and his warm breath patted his cheeks so that it felt very comfortable.

"The fever is gone."

After all, Bai Chengjue really wanted to get up, but was pulled back into his arms by Xue Beiwang.

As if possessed by a demon, he held Bai Chengjuan tightly in his arms, and the rapid heartbeat beat Bai Chengjue's eardrums.

"You have been working hard for me for two days without sleep, sleep again."

Bai Chengjue chuckled: "A bed? Just hug me and sleep?"

Xue Beiwang blushed, and instead of letting go, he hugged him even tighter, but he sounded stammered when he spoke: "You...you...didn't you...hug me last night?"

"That's why you pestered me because of your serious illness."

"Now...the illness is not cured...you can still pester...don't let go!"

He can't speak well, but he actually plays a rogue.

Bai Chengjue leaned forward, so close that he almost touched Xue Beiwang's lips, his breathing stopped again.

"Bei Wang's behavior really doesn't look like a chick."

Xue Beiwang tried his best to adjust his breathing. He didn't know how to pant, and his face turned red: "How to say?"

"Is there a girl as good-looking as me in Chen Guo's Firework Lane?"

Hearing Bai Chengjue's joke, Xue Beiwang buried his head on Bai Chengjue's chest, his face must have turned redder, and he said in a low voice, "I don't do anything, I just want to hug you and sleep for a while, just for a while."

"it is good."

Bai Chengjue closed his eyes, breathing gently.

For the past two days, Xue Beiwang, this idiot, had hardly slept, and soon fell asleep.

Xue Beiwang fell asleep holding Bai Chengjue for a while, and woke up again. Afraid of waking up Bai Chengjue who had finally rested, he tiptoed out from Bai Chengjue's side.

After two tiring days, I saw him sleeping soundly.

Under Xue Beiwang's movement, his body turned over naturally, his light pink lips were pursed lightly, his breathing was so soft that he couldn't hear it clearly.

Xue Bei got out of bed and looked at Bai Chengjue who was sleeping soundly.

It was agreed not to go beyond, but still couldn't help kissing those soft lips lightly.

His little oiran is not like ordinary people, his body is as cold as a piece of beautiful jade, and even his lips seem to be colder than ordinary people.

He got up and left the room.

As he expected, there was a carrier pigeon sent by that person in the courtyard.

The white pigeon that delivered the letter closed its eyes tiredly not far away.

Xue Beiwang took off the bamboo slips from the pigeon, and carried the pigeon to the study.

On the letter, the collaborators said that King Min sent someone to kill him. Xue Beiwang knew what happened at that time. If the person who received this letter was Xiao Muzi, seeing this short letter, he would also have the desire to enter King Min's mansion to find him. Hatred.

The door was pushed open, Xue Beiwang suddenly raised his head, saw Bai Chengjue, and hurriedly handed the short note to the candlestick to light it.

Under the firelight, the letter was reduced to ashes.

Bai Chengjue stood outside the door, stepping on the cold marble with bare feet.

Knowing that Xue Beiwang must be nervous and cautious about cooperating with King Zhao on the letter, watching the candlestick burn the letter into ashes, and looking at the flying ash on the table, his eyes could not hide his indifference.

Xue Beiwang suddenly picked him up by the waist, and Bai Chengjue nervously grabbed Xue Beiwang's neckline, looking suspiciously at those smiling eyes.

"What should I do if I come here barefoot and catch a cold?"

Bai Chengjue showed the weakness he usually used when deceiving people, and squeezed Xue Beiwang's neckline even tighter, and said softly, "I'm afraid, you will disappear when I wake up."