Your Majesty, I am not worthy

When Chu Yuheng came, he was full of anger.

His secret guards sent him news every day that Rong Mu had taken sick leave to rest at home, but Rong Mu put aside the matter of the court and picked it up again. Those court officials came to see Rong Mu, and Rong Mu returned one by one. Please enter the study and sit for an afternoon.

Is this what Rong Mu said about being bedridden due to serious illness?

Maybe Rong Mu just found an excuse at random and didn't want to go to the palace to meet him.

But when the door was closed, the displeasure that had been overflowing in Chu Yuheng's chest subsided a lot in an instant.

There was indeed a thick, bitter taste of concoction in the room.

Maybe Rong Mu didn't lie to him.

Chu Yuheng thought silently in his heart, and he still wanted to see Rong Mu.

He has already sent Wen Li to the court, if Rong Mu doesn't like it, then he can also let Wen Li come out of his harem and go to another place in the court.

Closing a door cuts off the howling wind and snow outside, except for the sound of him stepping away in a low voice, Chu Yuheng's ears whispered quietly.

It was still early, the man was already quietly lying on the bed, and a stove not far from him was burning gently, constantly releasing the warmth of winter.

As Chu Yuheng walked, Huang Liang's fireworks swayed from side to side, constantly pulling his figure, and at the same time reflecting the jade-like face of the person on the couch.

Chu Yuheng's voice wasn't too low, but the person on the bed still didn't wake up, only the curled black eyelashes like cattail leaf fans trembled slightly, as if the wind blew across the lake in spring and created layers of ripples.

Xu Shi dreamed of something beautiful, Rong Musu's lips were slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth were curved like a crescent moon.

The moment Chu Yuheng saw the person on the couch, Chu Yuheng's displeasure and restlessness for many days suddenly dissipated.

"Ah Mu."

Chu Yuheng called softly, but Rong Mu still didn't respond, and lay quietly on the bed.

It seems that they are still the same as before.

Every year in winter, Rong Mu would fall asleep, and sometimes in the hall, Chu Yuheng could see him yawning while covering his lips.

When he was struggling, Rong Mu would hang his head in embarrassment.Chu Yuheng knew that at that time, Rong Mu's translucent glazed eyes would be slightly tear-stained, and even the end of the eyes would be smeared with red.

Chu Yuheng stood on the head of the bed, his heart softened a little.

Called a few words softly, before waiting for Rong Mu to respond, Chu Yuheng took off the wet robe left by the snow melting, rubbed his hands hard against the stove a few times, and waited until his body was hot, this time Only then gently lifted Rong Mu's quilt and slowly leaned forward.

Holding the person in his arms, Chu Yuheng stared fiercely at his prey like an eagle.

Chu Yuheng hugged the person, and couldn't help pinching the face of the person in his arms.

This person has really lost a lot of weight, and his body that was just right is now a bit knocked out.

Touching the waist that had lost a lot of weight, Chu Yuheng pressed his face and wanted to lean on him, but Rong Mu turned his head away.

Rong Mu, who had finally fallen asleep, was disturbed by someone and had a dream, his brows slightly raised, and a slight irritation appeared on his usually calm face: "Ah Heng, don't move."

Chu Yuheng's heart hangs in his throat at the sound of "Aheng".

Holding his breath, Chu Yuheng quietly looked at the person in his arms, but his face as resolute as a knife was full of surprise and joy that couldn't be concealed.

Rong Mu hasn't called him "Aheng" for a long time.

Chu Yuheng was puzzled before and asked Rong Mu about it.

But Rong Mu only saluted respectfully, the reply at that time was that it was not suitable for etiquette.

The arms of the hugging people were tightened even more tightly, and Chu Yuheng's forehead touched Rong Mu's Bai Jie's forehead.

Chu Yuheng knew that Rong Mu hadn't woken up yet, so he lowered his voice at this moment, coaxing/coaxing gently: "Ah Mu, call again?"

Rong Mu's body was already chilled, but now half of his arms are gathered in the heat, following the heat, he instinctively climbed towards the heat source, and at the same time, he disliked the constant noise in his ears.

"Aheng, I'm sleepy."

After finishing speaking, Rong Mu turned his body angrily, trying to escape, but he didn't want to embed himself tightly into that person's arms in a half-bent posture.

Rong Mu's initiative made Chu Yuheng even more delighted.

Regarding Rong Mu's inactivity these days, Chu Yuheng's uneasiness had completely dissipated, he lowered his head to find the tip of Rong Mu's nose, and the coldness of Rong Mu's nose relieved him a bit from the heat.

Ever since he planned to send Wen Li to the court, he had never touched Wen Li again, and the seven or eight days of inactivity made Chu Yuheng have other desires/thoughts at this moment.

But the person in his arms hadn't woken up yet, Chu Yuheng held Rong Mu's legs, and kept the person in his arms intact, and at the same time gave Rong Mu his whole body and mind to the extreme.Time passed slowly, and the originally flickering candle had stabilized and was burning upwards.

With the dim sparks, Chu Yuheng hugged him in his arms, and slowly closed his eyes.

Rong Mu opened his eyes, only to feel the absurdity.

Chu Yuheng didn't know when he came out of the palace, so he hugged him tightly at this moment.

Looking at the powerful arm stretched across his chest, Rong Mu reached out to try to remove it, but in exchange the man held him even harder.

His whole figure was burned on a ball of fire, scorching hot from head to toe.

Chu Yuheng's hair hit the tip of his nose, causing his nose to itch. Rong Mu couldn't break free, so he just stretched out his hand to brush the strand of hair, and then turned his head sideways.

He didn't expect Chu Yuheng to come out to look for him. Today when it was getting late, he went to bed and dreamed of the time he and Chu Yuheng were together a few years ago.

In a daze, he heard Chu Yuheng ask him to call him "Aheng" again, and he also thought it was a dream.

But last night's dream was indeed extremely wonderful. In the dream, it was all about himself when he was a young Mu Ai, and Chu Yuheng, who was never so gentle and loving in this life.

After all, tenderness belonged to Chu Yuheng in his youth, when did Chu Yuheng talk to him so softly now.

It was still early at this moment, Rong Mu stared straight at the people beside him, using the dim light to recall Chu Yuheng from before, while thinking wildly, Rong Mu's fingers had already wrapped around Chu Yuheng's hair.

Chu Yuheng's silent appearance now is quite similar to Chu Yuheng's a few years ago, with a complete youthful spirit, joy and anger all appearing on his face.

Rong Mu seemed to have fallen into some beautiful illusion, his fingertips were slightly sluggish, and Chu Yuheng's hair was knotted in his fingertips.

At this moment, most of his body was held in his arms, unable to move, and even the half of his body that touched Chu Yuheng's limbs was numb.

Fortunately, Chu Yuheng was about to wake up, and a man's muffled hum came from his ear. Rong Mu put away the hand that had been fiddling with Chu Yuheng's hair, and slowly placed it on the bedding, while closing his eyes.