Shaodi Chunxin

After these two days of tossing, Fu Yuanqing blew a cold wind again.

It was finally sick.

After drinking the bowl of wine, Fang Jing sealed up the rest, and when he got off the Luoxue Pavilion, he became feverish, his pale cheeks were flushed, and even his fingertips were turning red.

"Palmprint, you have a fever."

"Fever?" Fu Yuanqing drank a bowl of wine, already half drunk, pushed him away, touched his forehead, "It's not hot."

Chen Jing was helpless: "You can't feel that you have a fever by touching your forehead."

He raised his hand to support Fu Yuanqing.

Fu Yuanqing was burning hot all over.

He stared at Chen Jing blankly.

Chen Jing looked gentle: "What is the old ancestor looking at?"

Fu Yuanqing suddenly smiled and said, "It's Brother Xinxian."

Chen Jing froze.

Fu Yuanqing's eyes were red, and he said sadly: "Zhao Jin, how dare you come to see me."

The dead man's eyes became a little dangerous. He stared at Fu Yuanqing and asked in a low voice, "Do you hate me?"

"Hate, how can I not hate." Fu Yuanqing said, "When I couldn't sleep at night and tossed and turned, I still didn't understand why you forced me here, forced me to be fettered, forced me to live... I can't break free in this body. There is At that time, I really wanted to leave. Ke Xuer... how can a child who is not weak face the wolf and the tiger alone."

"You worry too much about other people." Chen Jing relaxed his hand, and the fierce light in his eyes dissipated. He sighed, "The emperor has grown up, and he governs his own world. How much should you do?" Feel sorry for yourself."

This is not Zhao Jin's tone, or even what Zhao Jin should say.

Fu Yuanqing looked at Chen Jing in confusion: "You, you are not brother Xinxian, who are you?"

"I'm Chen Jing."

"Chen...Jing..." Fu Yuanqing read these two words with difficulty, "Chen Jing?"

"Yes."

Fu Yuanqing shook his head: "No."

"How is it wrong?"

"Xuan is like the morning light in spring, the breeze in summer, the nectar in autumn, and the warm sun in winter. You can embrace the scenery of heaven and earth, and soak in the shade of the universe." Fu Yuanqing, who was drunk, said dimly, "Chengjing is Xu... Chengjing is Xu .You are not Chen Jing, you are Zhao Xu, you are Xu Er..."

He was getting more drunk.

He was hugged by Chen Jing.

The old ancestor fell into his arms, carefully looked at his face, and said in a drunken voice: "Xu'er, I gave you your name. My father gave you... such expectations, you may understand?"

"you are tired."

He kissed his ancestor's forehead.

"Sleep, father." The young emperor said.

Fu Yuanqing looked at him, slowly closed his eyes, and finally fell asleep in the emperor's arms.

Fang Jing, who packed the two jars of wine into the cellar, stood blankly at the other end of the corridor, watching Chen Jing hold Fu Yuanqing in his arms, and walked towards him.When he got close, Chen Jing's eyes swept over like sharp arrows.

Fang Jing was startled, knelt down on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Damn this slave! Look straight at the sky!"

Chen Jing ignored him and went straight into Tingtao Residence.

Fang Jing was still trembling with fear, when he heard the voice of Tingtao Juli and Chen Jing: "Go to Miyun and get Bailishi back to see a doctor for your ancestors."

"Yes!"