My white moonlight, he pretends to be sick again

In the year when Zhuang Hexuan took over the throne, Shen Rui passed away.

He seemed to be rushing to a long-promised reunion. A man who had always been slovenly, he cleaned his face, shaved his beard, and dyed his gray sideburns back with potion before drinking the cup of poisoned wine. He was black, and changed into clothes that had been scented.

Then with a serene smile, he fell into a dark dream.

As his only son, Zhuang Hexuan wanted to wear hemp and mourning for him. He followed the clan members to guard the coffin, hold the coffin, raise the first prize...

When the brown soil fell on the black lacquered coffin lid, he had a sudden feeling: that person really died.

Zhuang Hexuan is tall and slender, looks more like Zhuang Jingsi, with delicate eyebrows and eyes that are not heavenly, a pair of peach blossom eyes are full of affection, the bridge of the nose is delicate and perfect, and the lip color is always peach-like pink.

Only the outline of the face is a bit like Shen Rui, adding a little heroism to this face, this is probably the only influence Shen Rui left on him.

Subtle enough to be ignored.

These years? He grew up beside Shao Yunlang. Rather than saying that Shen Rui is his father, he thinks that Shao Yunlang and Gu Yuanzheng are more like his father.

Not to mention resentment, after all, it was too strange.

After the funeral, Zhuang Hexuan comforted the old man who had lost his son. He did not stay in Shen's mansion, but walked back to his county mansion alone along the Zhijin River by himself under the moonlight.

He is an adult, and it is obviously inappropriate to live in the harem again. Shao Yunlang doted on him and gave him the Prince Yu Mansion where he lived before, but his room in the palace is still reserved, and he stays in the palace every year? It is also convenient to stay.

Today the crown prince came to pay his respects on behalf of the emperor. The child who was always round when he was young has now grown into a tall and straight boy.

But in private, Shao Mingqi's eyes were still about to overflow with worry, and he pulled his sleeves and said softly, "Brother Xuan, the war in the Southwest has started again, father and father haven't closed their eyes for several days, they Let you go back to the palace with me, do you want me to accompany you?"

Zhuang Hexuan was very moved, and then refused.

The person he wants to see is far away in the southwest, and this little bastard can't replace him.

On the banks of the Shili Zhijin River, the busiest place in Yongjing, even though the moon is already in the middle of the sky, there are still crowds of people, the lights are dimmed, the laughter of children and the yelling of peddlers can be heard endlessly, and the singing of warblers and swallows on the boats, Silk and bamboo are extravagant.

Zhuang Hexuan couldn't find the shadow of that person at all in this soft red sky. He couldn't help feeling a little irritable, and was about to speed up his pace, but he saw a wonton noodle stall on the corner of the street.

This is a small stall that Yan Lingxu likes very much. He always took him and Shao Mingqi out to eat noodles. On the long, greasy bench, the noodle seller was smiling and asking him, "Young master, are you alone today?"

Zhuang Hexuan nodded blankly, just as he was about to take out the copper plate from his purse, but a long and slender hand stretched out behind him, and handed the coin to the uncle.

"He's not alone, we started together." The man's voice was a little hoarse, and he coughed twice before saying, "Master, two bowls of wanton noodles."

"Okay!" The uncle replied, turned around and went downstairs.

Zhuang Hexuan turned his head abruptly, and saw Yan Lingxu standing behind him.

The weather in early spring was still a bit chilly. Yan Lingxu was wrapped in the cloak he used in the war in the southwest. It was a coarse cloth. Although it was windproof and waterproof, it was ugly and rough.

How urgent is it to come back?Didn't even change clothes.

He looked down against the light? Zhuang Hexuan, seeing his dazed expression, reached out and rubbed his head, "What kind of look is this? Do you think I'm ugly?"

Before the fingertips touched Zhuang Hexuan's hair, he grabbed it.

Yan Lingxu noticed that Zhuang Hexuan's movements were a little strange, and pulled his hand close to his lips, but then suddenly stopped, and then raised his hand to wrap around his waist, hugging him tightly.

"Brother..." Zhuang Hexuan murmured softly, "I miss you so much."

Yan Lingxu patted him on the back, and asked in a low voice: "Master Shen's... funeral, is everything going well?"

"Yeah." Zhuang Hexuan let go of him, pulled him to sit down beside him, still holding his hand and kneading and playing with it, "He walked very peacefully, and his long-cherished wish has been fulfilled, I hope he will stay with my father over there. ?Everything is fine."

Zhuang Hexuan didn't look sad, but a little numb, and his bright peach eyes were covered with a layer of mist, which made people feel distressed.

When the face came, the uncle took a strange look at the two brothers who were crowded on the same stool, didn't say much, brought them a small plate of pickles, and then went to work.

As if he didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, Zhuang Hexuan took the chopsticks and handed them to Yan Lingxu, "Brother, why are you back? Years? Years? Said Southwest is not stable."

"Yeah." Yan Lingxu picked up the noodles, shook his head through the curling heat, and said, "I know? I met His Majesty and Master, and I came back immediately after the arrangements were made properly. Look at you, and you will return tomorrow, and you won't be out of town." Messy."

Thinking of this person wearing frost and snow, just to come back to see? With a glance, Zhuang Hexuan's heart trembled, but his face remained calm and he asked calmly: "The war is important, brother, actually? There is no need to rush back."

"It's also important for you, don't worry, I have a measure."

Yan Lingxu lowered his head and wolfed down the food in front of him. If he came back from the southwest, he would probably be hanging on his horse for a whole day without having time to eat.

Zhuang Hexuan felt distressed, so he went to a nearby stall to buy him a grilled fish, picked out the fishbone bit by bit, put it in a small plate, and pushed it in front of him.

After eating most of the bowl of noodles, the three souls and seven souls that were starved out of the mouth finally returned to their places. Yan Lingxu's eating speed slowed down, and he had time to talk to Zhuang Hexuan. He seldom laughed a little embarrassedly, "Ben? Thinking about going to the county prince's mansion after eating? You, I was afraid that you would be frightened by brother's eating, but you ended up here? Hit me straight."

"How can you be scared?" Zhuang Hexuan looked at him with his chin resting on his shoulders, his black eyes intertwined with light and dark, like a slowly spreading net, engulfing the person in his eyes, "I don't have any appetite at all, look ?Brother Lingxu felt a little hungry even after eating."

"Really?" Yan Lingxu raised his eyebrows, "Then why do you only eat half a bowl? Do you want me to feed you?"

Zhuang Hexuan picked up the noodles with a smile, and also took a big mouthful.

Seeing that he really moved his chopsticks, Yan Lingxu hesitated a little instead. He knew that Zhuang Hexuan was a delicate person, and he was always served by people who never tired of eating in the capital. ? The bowl, now soaked through the soup, is too soft, not like something he can eat.

"Okay." Yan Lingxu grabbed his wrist, "Just kidding, don't eat if you don't want to eat."

"Brother." Zhuang Hexuan sighed helplessly, "I don't want to eat...you don't need to be so worried, I'm actually not too sad, brother will you think I'm ruthless?"

Ever since he looked more and more like Zhuang Hexuan, Shen Rui never entered the palace again. Zhuang Hexuan went home to see? Mr. Shen, Shen Rui also avoided seeing him. Before his death, the father and son had not spoken to each other for five years up.

Yan Lingxu looked at him, and then said softly after a while: "Not too sad? That's a little sad."

"En." Zhuang Hexuan nodded generously. He looked down at the thornless fish on the plate, and his eyelashes trembled. Just for this moment, he left, and I can only feel strange to him, he is trying to protect me as much as possible."

But Shen Rui never asked, does he want such protection?

"I appreciate it." Zhuang Hexuan's expression suddenly turned cold, "Brother, he has achieved his goal, I really do? It's just that I feel bad, other than that, there is nothing else."

Regarding this, Yan Lingxu had no other way to explain it except sighing, after all, Xiao Xuanxuan was telling the truth.

After eating the noodles, the two walked towards the county palace. Standing side by side, Yan Lingxu suddenly realized that Zhuang Hexuan was as tall as him.

"Are you growing tall again?" Yan Lingxu smiled and wanted to say something, but was choked by Night Breeze, and then coughed again.

"Brother, did you catch a cold?" Zhuang Hexuan frowned, stroked his back to help him breathe, raised his hand to test the temperature of Yan Lingxu's forehead, "Brother, you don't even know you have a fever? Do you understand?"

"What?" Yan Lingxu tugged at the neckline, and a layer of blush appeared on his cheeks and ears. Hearing this, he subconsciously denied, "How could I be sick?"

"What did you say?" Zhuang Hexuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You are not made of iron, why are you still? Can't you get sick?"

He lowered his body in front of Yan Lingxu, propped his hands on his knees and said, "I'll carry you back, so I can see the doctor in my house quickly. Look."

"What are you carrying?" Yan Lingxu flicked his sleeves and snorted, "It's just a cold, why don't you go to the doctor? Go home and have a bowl of ginger soup to sweat."

Zhuang Jingsi failed to fulfill his wish, a trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes, he quickly chased after him, took a step back and said, "Okay, bro, if you don't recite it, you won't recite it, but just drinking ginger soup is definitely not enough. The doctor will show you? Look?."

"Okay." Yan Lingxu's voice was hoarse, and he laughed a few times out of breath, "You still? Take care of me now."

The two returned to the Prince's Mansion, and Yan Lingxu arranged for someone to lie down in the guest room.

It wasn't that he was making a fuss, but Yan Lingxu's cheeks were so hot that he pulled the loose neckline, and there was a crimson color under his neck, and Xinyin was like a restless caged animal, exuding a strong His aggressive and oppressive nature, except for Zhuang Hexuan who was able to wipe his face with a towel, the other servants all shunned him.

But the doctor in the family is still here today? He asked for leave, so Zhuang Hexuan hurriedly asked someone to go to the medical center to find a doctor.

Yan Lingxu leaned against the soft pillow, feeling dizzy. Seeing Zhuang Hexuan running around like ants on a hot pot, she couldn't help cheering up to comfort him.

"Xiao Xuan, don't turn around, come here and show you something."

Zhuang Hexuan ran over and said nervously, "Brother, are you feeling unwell?"

"I didn't feel uncomfortable except that my head was a little heavy." Yan Lingxu took out a small cloth bag from his arms, and took out an object from it, "Say, I use this Give things as gifts, right? Will the other party like it?"

It was a bright red bead the size of a quail egg. It was as transparent as agate, and the inside was unknown. For some reason, there were strands of golden lines looming under the light, as if a bunch of desert wind and sand had been sealed inside. In the setting sun like blood, if it is finely processed and matched with a silver network, it can be priceless in the black market.

Zhuang Hexuan liked these shiny stone decorations, and couldn't take his eyes off when he saw them, nodded and said: "Of course I like it! Brother, who are you giving it to?"

"Give it to a delicate person." Yan Lingxu's eyes were sly. Seeing that he really likes him, he felt relieved and deliberately teased him: "It's not easy to please him because of his status."

Zhuang Hexuan's back stiffened, and after a while, he smiled sweetly as if nothing had happened: "Brother's sweetheart?"

Yan Lingxu was about to deny it, but suddenly frowned and snorted softly. He was a little dizzy before his eyes, so he could only wave his hands and say, "I want...to lie down for a while."

Zhuang Hexuan got up, helped him put down the soft pillow, put his finger on the center of his tightly locked brows, rubbed it lightly, and looked at Yan Lingxu's trembling and moist eyelashes, but the emotion in his eyes was related to the movement of his hands? Do not match the ferocity.

A gift, such a beautiful thing, who is Yan Lingxu giving it to?The description clearly doesn't look like Shao Mingqi, could it be...he really has his own heart?

Zhuang Hexuan's jaw moved? He clenched his back molars.

He has just grown up, why can't he wait for him?

"The king of the county..." The chief hid behind the screen, feeling terrified in the room. The two heavenly stems were almost in contention. He almost thought that the two ancestors were fighting in the room just now. , After working for a long time in my heart? Jian Jian, I dared to show my head and said: "Da Da Da... The doctor is here..."

Zhuang Hexuan withdrew his hand and said coldly: "Please come in!"

Manager: You said please, please?Why do I think you said "roll off"?

He didn't dare to say more, wiped his cold sweat and asked people to go in.

The old doctor was soft-handed, unable to get up under the pressure of the two entangled Heavenly Stems. Once he saw Yan Lingxu's situation, he knew it in his heart. After feeling the pulse, he secretly thought that it was so.

The doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said weakly: "Jun Wang, this young master is not sick, but a natural susceptibility? The period is up. In this case, it may be that I accidentally met Di Kunxin, who has a high degree of compatibility. cited, or..."

Long-distance travel, anxiety, constant agitation, and false susceptibility periods.

But before he finished speaking, the "very good-tempered" Ruijun King, who was rumored to be "extremely tempered", had already darkened his face, as if he was going to eat people.

"How to cure it?" Zhuang Hexuan paused every word, and clenched his hand hanging by his side into a fist.

"Ah... this is not a disease, if this son has a heart..."

"No, yes!" Zhuang Hexuan said coldly, "Dead!"

doctor:"……"

"Then...then give it to him? This Yiqing Pill is it." The doctor quickly took out a small bottle and handed it to Zhuang Hexuan.

Zhuang Hexuan lowered his eyes, opened the plug and smelled it, but he didn't smell it? Why? He didn't feel worried about Yan Lingxu eating this inexplicable thing, so he ordered: "You wait in the west wing room. If he is fine tomorrow after taking the medicine, you can receive the reward." .”

doctor:? ? ?

Just one Yiqing Pill, what's wrong with taking it?At first glance, you are just a young kid who has never experienced a susceptible period.

The doctor didn't dare to be angry or speak, so he could only move out with the stool.

"Wait!" Zhuang Hexuan called to stop him, "Why did my brother faint?"

"Isn't it that I fainted..." The old doctor patiently explained, "I'm afraid this is the first time for this young man. It is inevitable that he will be dizzy and drowsy for the first time. The moment of drowsiness is to accumulate energy. Later...this...may last for a few days..."

Zhuang Hexuan: "Okay, got it? Got it."

After the doctor left, Zhuang Hexuan turned around and sat by the bed.

He stared at Yan Lingxu's profile, which was not sleeping peacefully, and traced the deep and beautiful facial features of this person inch by inch, like a beast that had been hungry for a long time, observing its prey.

Looking at it, I felt a little bit of grievance.

He leaned over and whispered sweetly in Yan Lingxu's ear: "Brother..."

Yan Lingxu frowned, his breathing was disordered for a moment, his eyelashes trembled but he didn't wake up, he only replied vaguely: "Mmm..."

Zhuang Hexuan smiled like a ball of soft and sweet candy, but the words he said were not like that at all, "I really want to want you now, so that you will smell of me inside..."

Rubbing his thin and strong waist with his fingertips through the fabric, his shallow breath fell on Yan Lingxu's lips, staring at the bright red for a long time, then straightened up, and poured out a pill.

He knew that Yan Lingxu regarded him as his younger brother. If he couldn't hold back at this moment and let the jealousy in his heart invade his reason, what did he really do? After Yan Lingxu woke up, he would have to beat him up for half a year. bed.

It's nothing to be beaten, he's even more afraid of seeing it? Seeing Yan Lingxu's disappointed and disgusted eyes, it hurts much more than being beaten.

The pills were dissolved in warm water, and I fed them once with a small spoon, but I basically didn't drink a few drops.

Zhuang Hexuan's gaze involuntarily fell on the water-stained lips again.

He rolled his Adam's apple, as if he was trying to convince someone, and said in a low voice as if acting like a baby: "Brother, you are the one who didn't obediently take the medicine..."

Holding the back of Yan Lingxu's neck, the tip of the tongue tentatively pried open the jaws, and the freshly melted potion entered Yan Lingxu's mouth little by little between the lingering lips and teeth. Perhaps it was the instinct of being susceptible to long-term, and Yan Lingxu even took the initiative. Responding to this medicinal kiss, he raised his hand and grabbed Zhuang Hexuan by the collar.

……

In the middle of the night, Yan Lingxu's fever subsided, and he was awake for a few minutes, and his expression was in a trance when he opened his eyes.

He... he had a dream? !

How could he have such a dream? !

Isn't this fucking beast? !

Yan Lingxu got up suddenly, and sat hugging the quilt for a while, then raised her hand and touched her lips.

How dare he admit that the restless heartbeat at this time was all because of that rather real dream, and the moment he woke up, he still dared to feel lost?This is fucking outrageous!

He actually has that kind of thought about Xiao Xuan?Really? It's a beast!

When Zhuang Hexuan came back from the shower, Yan Lingxu on the bed had already rode back to the southwest overnight, leaving behind only a scrawled letter and the beautiful bead.

"There has been a change in the war. I'm going back to the southwest first. I'm afraid it won't be in time for your birthday. The congratulatory gift will be given in advance. Every year, the court will be happy and healthy."

The water dripping from the tips of his hair soaked the ink, Zhuang Hexuan was playing with the bead, suddenly his eyebrows and eyes frowned, and he laughed in a good mood.

It's time to ask your uncle for a trip to the southwest.

The author has something to say: Xiao Wu (▼ヘ▼#): I'm so mad!The pigs I raise are going to push the cabbages I planted!

Xiao Gu/Niannian→_→: Melon, keep it ripe, really good.