Mingyue is ruthless

As the snow fell, Lu Zhongshu looked at the hand and said softly, "Ah Ning..."

Gu Mohuai's fingertips trembled, he withdrew his hand, and walked into the room without saying a word.

Lu Zhongshu followed quickly, took off his cloak and wrapped him around him.

The body under his hands is thin and thin, which is frightening for no reason.

Gu Mohuai froze, but he did not refuse. After putting down the gesture, he seemed to take off the cloak naturally, and turned to him and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

He asked quickly and softly, Lu Zhongshu almost thought he had misheard, until he noticed his eyes, Fang said: "Ah, still, not yet."

Gu Mohuai nodded and went to the kitchen.

He barely touched the breakfast, now it was hot and brought it together, and placed it in front of Lu Zhongshu: "Eat."

Lu Zhongshu was flattered: "Ah, Ah Ning, you are for me, you are for me..."

"I did a lot this morning, so don't be too sentimental."

"Yes, yes." Lu Zhongshu replied sweetly, and asked again: "You don't want to eat?"

"I've eaten." Gu Mohuai replied.

Zhaodi didn't say a word, just covered her mouth and snickered, asking Lu Zhongshu to catch him straight, "Zhaodi, what are you laughing at?"

"Brother Lu's face is so red, just like my elder sister's." Zhaodi said, "Brother Lu also puts on rouge?"

"Huh?" Lu Zhongshu said in a little embarrassment, "I never put on rouge, it's just, just..."

In front of Gu Mohuai, if he directly said that it was blood, he might be thrown out with the latch, but other than that, he really couldn't think of any other excuses.

Lu Zhongshu hesitated for a while, but he was speechless.

Gu Mohuai gave him a secret look, and said, "Zhaodi, your snowball seems to have melted, do you want to go and have a look?"

"Ah! Snowball!" Zhaodi jumped up, rushing towards the courtyard like the wind.

Gu Mohuai smiled silently, got up and followed.

Seeing this, Lu Zhongshu hurriedly put down his chopsticks and took two steps forward.

Gu Mohuai stopped, looked him up and down: "What are you doing?"

"I will go with you to..."

"You won't eat?"

"I……"

Lu Zhongshu was speechless: "I..."

"You can have breakfast." Gu Mohuai said: "You have to be taken care of by someone, I..."

He stopped talking suddenly.

What does it matter to me whether he uses it or not, and why should I explain it to him?

No, more than that.

It started when he prepared breakfast for Lu Zhongshu, and when he brushed the snow off Lu Zhongshu's shoulders.

Or even earlier.

He suddenly realized that he had retreated step by step under Lu Zhongshu's gentle offensive, and almost disarmed all his weapons.

Gu Mohuai suddenly became flustered, made a hasty confession, and fled away.

Lu Zhongshu sat down short, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth. The rice grains were soft and sweet.

He went down the mountain for a few days, thinking about Chu Yuning endlessly, and when it became unbearable, he asked the attendant to cook a bowl of white porridge to talk about the pain of lovesickness.

But the porridge was probably undercooked, and it never tasted right in the mouth. He reluctantly took a few mouthfuls, then waved someone to take it away.

The majestic Prince Mu, who grew up rich and well-clothed, was obsessed with dreams because of a mouthful of white porridge, how ridiculous.

But he just planted on the porridge.

Lu Zhongshu smiled, suddenly short of breath, turned his face away and coughed lowly.

Unable to stop coughing, he let go of the spoon, leaned on the edge of the table with one hand and bent down, trying his best to suppress the movement, wishing to cough until the sky was dark.

In the courtyard, Gu Mohuai absent-mindedly helped Zhaodi gather a handful of snow, and cast his eyes on the half-opened window sash for the fourth time.

But this time, there was no one by the window, only a pair of bowls and chopsticks and a spoon on the table.

He couldn't help standing up straight.

"What's wrong with Brother Ah Huai?" Zhao Di was puzzled, followed his gaze, and asked doubtfully, "Where is Brother Lu?"

Gu Mohuai's eyes moved slightly, he retracted his half-stepped foot without a trace, and sat back holding the snow ball.

"Xu is picking things up." He replied, "Do you want more snow balls?"

"Yes." With such an interruption, Zhao Di left "Brother Lu" behind her, took the snow ball and said happily, "Thank you, Brother Ahuai!"

Gu Mohuai smiled at her lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

☆, deterred

The severe cough affected the lungs, and Lu Zhongshu held his chest impatiently—he only knew that this poor recuperation would inevitably leave sequelae, but he never thought that an attack would be so painful, and there were bursts of buzzing in his ears for a while, He didn't even notice the movement in the courtyard until someone pushed the door open and walked up to caress his back.

Lu Zhongshu's whole body froze, and the next cough was suppressed, he straightened his clothes quickly, straightened up and smiled at the visitor: "Ah Ning."

The blush on his cheeks has not faded, making his face paler, just now he was coughing and panting excessively, at this moment, cold sweat is seeping from his forehead, but he is still smiling at him, looking at him, he is indescribably embarrassed.

Gu Mohuai's heart trembled suddenly, he looked away, lowered his head and poured a glass of water and sent it over, seeing that Lu Zhongshu drank it slowly, he pretended not to care and asked, "But are you feeling well?"

Lu Zhongshu paused for a moment, put down the pottery cup, and replied: "It's not that I'm sick, it's just that I ate porridge in a hurry and accidentally choked on it."

After all, she raised her head and gave him an embarrassed smile.

Gu Mohuai looked at him calmly, but this person has always been good at acting, any expression on his face is like a docile mask, and no one can find a gap.

Lu Zhongshu saw that he was doubtful, and knew that he should not be allowed to investigate further, so he took his hands and held them in his palms, saying: "Why is it so cold, you are weak, don't touch this ice in the future. Ah Xue, let the servants do the work, I brought the imperial doctor with me on this trip, and I will ask him to show you later and prescribe a prescription, so we can recuperate..."

Gu Mohuai searched for a flaw, and immediately said, "Why do you want to bring the imperial physician?"

Lu Zhongshu was stunned, and said: "...the village, although there are doctors in the village, after all, they were born in the mountains, and they can still deal with ordinary diseases. If it is difficult and miscellaneous diseases... anyway, they are not as good as palace doctors."

Although his rhetoric stumbled, it was so logical that no one could find fault.Gu Mohuai just looked at him when he heard the words, without saying a word.

He didn't dodge his gaze, he looked straight into Lu Zhongshu's eyes, and made Lu Zhongshu wish he could run away, only to feel that what was in his heart had been seen clearly, and there was nowhere to hide under those gazes.

He quietly looked away, still smiling, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Fortunately, Gu Mohuai looked at it for a while, then lowered his eyes and nodded slightly, as if he didn't want to ask more questions.

Lu Zhongshu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled even more, as if trying to cover up.

After reuniting with his sweetheart after a long absence, Lu Zhongshu naturally stayed by Gu Mohuai's side for a whole day, until nightfall, Gu Mohuai couldn't bear it anymore, and took the initiative to drive people away, and then reluctantly left.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, Gu Mohuai tidied up and washed, wrapped himself in a quilt early and lay down on the side couch.

The room is dark, except for a candle in front of the window, and the warmth melts into the moonlight.

The low stool that the man had used was placed right next to the table, covered with soft moonlight, as if the warmth was still there.

During the daytime, he was in front of that stool, asking Lu Zhongshu to hold hands, lightly cupping them in the palm of his hand, and listening to him bluntly tell the lies he made up.

There is a law in this dynasty, if the servants in the palace are not approved by the sage, they are not allowed to leave the capital for nothing, just because the son said, "A doctor in the mountains is no better than a medical officer", they can go out of the palace and accompany them as far as Oubei-is it not child's play to spread the word?

He could expose such an obvious flaw immediately and force Lu Zhongshu to confess the truth.

But he dared not.

"The past is the past" is just a nonsense rumor made by others. How many people who were really hurt by the past have not been deeply trapped in the nightmare of the past, and it has been endless for years?

The little prince Lu has exquisite seven-spirited organs, and he has many tricks to manipulate people's hearts. He has never been an opponent.Now that it is like this, how do you know that it is not a new situation set up by him, and he just waits for him to relax his vigilance and join in it?

One wrong step, one wrong step.Five years ago, Gu Mohuai had already paid a high price for his stupidity.

Five years later, he will be alone. If he does it all over again, all he can give is this humble life.

☆, letter from home

However, Gu Mohuai is not hard-hearted after all, even if he secretly made up his mind to be prepared to guard against unnecessary traps at all times, when he really faced Lu Zhongshu, he couldn't help but turn his eyes to Lu Zhongshu.

His complexion was often pale, and Gu Mohuai recalled the day when he went up the mountain to hold his palm—Lu Zhongshu's hand was always warm, even scalding hot in the bedside couch, why was it so cold?

Not to mention the looming taste of bitter medicine on his body.

He was thinking to himself, when Lu Zhongshu on the other side coughed softly again.

Gu Mohuai didn't dare to drink tea casually, so he just poured a cup of warm water and handed it over.

Lu Zhongshu reluctantly let go, and smiled at him, "Thank you, Ah Ning."

Gu Mohuai's lips moved slightly, but he couldn't hold back, and said, "You...what disease are you suffering from?"

Lu Zhongshu looked at the stick in his hand, and said with a dry smile, "I'm strong and strong, so I don't talk about getting sick. It's just that the sky is dry and the things are dry, and the furnace smoke..."

The copper stove is close to the wall below the window, so all the soot is drawn out of the window, and the interior is almost unaffected.Gu Mohuai quietly watched him talking nonsense, as if he was in a shoddy and poorly crafted Nuo opera.

"If this is also part of the trap," Gu Mohuai thought, "What is he asking for?"

Even if it's a bitter trick, it's too embarrassing. I'm afraid only those who wish will take the bait with this sloppy appearance.

There were bursts of pain in his chest with his breathing. Lu Zhongshu had been unable to rest for several days because of his cough, and his eyes were black and blue.And Gu Mohuai has always been meticulous in his thoughts, and if he is careful now, he can easily see the flaws.

He didn't dare to wait any longer, so he could only suppress his reluctance, stood up by the corner of the table, and said his goodbyes slowly: "I...cough cough! Cough..."

Gu Mohuai's breathing was a little stagnant, his fingers holding the table were slightly bent, and he repeatedly scratched the edge of the table lightly.

Lu Zhongshu took a breath, smiled big and melted, and continued: "I actually forgot, yesterday's letter from Beijing, the emperor's uncle has proclaimed the eldest brother as the king of Guangling, and he will go south in a few days. My brother, although he is with you He doesn't have much friendship, but Yu Li agrees to write a book to congratulate him. It's not too late, can you wait for me for a while? I..."

"You go." Gu Mohuai cut off his words.

What are you talking about "being sensible and reasonable" and "doing things without delay", he, little prince Lu, has acted recklessly, when has he ever cared about the face of others?At this time, he was eager to get away, but he used it as an excuse to announce it.

Lu Zhongshu got the permission, so naturally he bid farewell and left immediately.

Gu Mohuai sent people out and closed the courtyard door, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of something lying at his feet, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be a thin letter.Presumably it was the "Letter from Central Beijing", the general Lu Zhongshu was in a hurry, and accidentally left it behind.

He bent over to pick it up, but saw that there were four big characters on it, the strokes were immature, the ink was uneven, but very neat - "Father Wang Anqi".

Gu Mohuai's heart skipped a beat, and the call he was about to say stopped between his teeth.

He raised his hand lightly, his fingertips trembling slightly, and slowly stroked the paper.

His slave, who was clearly not a foot long when he left, is now able to write well...

It seemed as if a tall building had risen on the ground in front of my eyes, and a young child carved in pink and jade was sitting under the window with a pen, frowning slightly, writing ink on the paper solemnly.

That was his slave.

There was a sudden sourness in his nose, Gu Mohuai lightly twisted the envelope, pursed his lips in a strange way, and went straight to the inner room.

"I have no intention of prying into your son's family affairs." He thought so, "I just want to see my son's handwriting...just one glance. After one glance, I will return it as it is."

Closing the door and closing the window, Gu Mohuai sat down at the table, took a deep breath, and gently pulled out the paper inside.

"Er Huanchuan respectfully, I respectfully ask Father Wang Fu'an..."

He read word by word silently in his heart, almost crying.

The wording in the book is immature, and every line is full of yearning for the father and king, and occasionally mentions miscellaneous matters in the family, ranging from "Uncle received the imperial edict of King Guangling" to "Brother Yi gave Cuju yesterday".

Gu Mohuai had mixed feelings at first, and he couldn't help laughing, but at the end of the reading, he gradually felt something strange.

Jinu said: "...the disease of bitter cold has been eliminated. I ask my father to take care of himself and take the soup. Don't worry about your children."

In an instant, the heat from Gu Mohuai's body faded away, and it was like falling into an ice cellar.