I really didn't take the emperor of the enemy country as a stand-in

Wen Yao lowered his eyes, his throat was dry and cracked, he was injured and bloody, and he laughed with a distorted voice: "I said it's okay if I can't see through it. It deserves it."

"Your Highness..." Wu Yong was at a loss, "I, I'll light the candle first. Let's stroke it slowly."

He turned around, and just as he lit two candles, he caught a glimpse of Wen Yao from the corner of his eye and woke up with a start.

Wen Yao picked up the scissors on the table in the darkness. He didn't have a handle, and the blade was sunk in his palm, and black and red blood dripped down... The sharp tip of the scissors pierced the eye!

"Your Highness, it's not worth it!" Wu Yong was shocked and rushed forward.

There was a harsh crashing sound.

The scissors fell to the ground, sprawled on the ground in embarrassment and self-deprecating.

Wu Yong hugged him and cried loudly.

There was no emotion on Wen Yao's face, the scarred hand was tightly clenched, and the nails dug deep into the palm, making the piece of flesh and blood more and more blurred.

Suddenly, the strength loosened.

"I want to give him another chance."

Wu Yong was delighted on the one hand, but puzzled on the other: "What opportunity?"

"He doesn't know about the identity change yet, and I'm not Wen Yao in his heart." Wen Yao's eyes darkened, "If that's the case, let me see what his name will be when he is confused."

Holding the tea tray, Wu Yong followed behind Wen Yao, hardly daring to raise his head.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, are we not doing well? This tea..."

Wen Yao had a cold face, with an inappropriate smile: "What's wrong?"

After finishing speaking, he neatly took the tea tray from Wu Yong's hand, pushed the door open and Shi Shi ran into the hall, shutting Wu Yong and his worries from the door.

"Your Majesty, I have made Nanqiong's unique fruit tea, and I would like you to try it."

There is no one in the hall, the front hall is dark, and the morning sun is faint, only roughly outlines the outline of the hall.Two candles burned spontaneously in the aisle, and the shadows of the candles overlapped with the morning light.

"His Majesty?"

The smile on Wen Yao's face faded away.He placed the tea tray in the front hall, and through the screen and veil, he saw the vague figure under the layered tulle of the dragon bed.

Zhong Lan half supported his body, as if he didn't even have the strength to raise his head: "Don't come in..."

His sanity is not clear.

On weekdays, as soon as Wen Yao entered the Ascension Cloud Palace, Zhong Lan would know that he was coming by the sound of his footsteps.

Wen Yao seemed to be nailed to the ground.An unreasonable anxiety and protective desire washed away the previous speculation, hatred and worry in an instant, pinching his breath.

Zhong Lan lowered his head, with blue silk spread on the bed, his voice was weak and forceful: "Get out!"

call out--

A pale and thin hand protruded from the veil, rubbed the side of his ear, and poked it out fiercely.Wen Yao turned sideways subconsciously, grasped his hand, and then threw him into the quilt with all his strength, and rolled onto the bed.

"Your Majesty, it's me!"

"You?" Zhong Lan's eyes were blurred. Although he still didn't recognize Wen Yao, he seemed convinced that the other party would not hurt him.

His body suddenly went limp, like a seriously ill person, as if the attack just now was an illusion.

Wen Yao stroked his forehead to feel the temperature: "Your Majesty, do you want to invite an imperial physician?"

Zhong Lan shook his head lightly in a ignorant way: "Migraine, old problem, they can't help it..."

The roots of his ears and the side of his neck were flushed, scorching hot.The skin color was extremely fair, and the blood was too red to be seen on the almost transparent eyelids, and he could feel the agitation of blood out of control.

"what can I do……"

Suddenly, Zhong Lan exerted all his strength, hugged Wen Yao, buried his head into his neck, and took a deep breath.He hugged the boy tightly with his backhand, inserting his bony fingers into the fine black hair.

Wen Yao froze in place, his pupils constricted.He felt Zhong Lan's terrifying body temperature and burning breath against his ears.

"Let me hug you for a while..." Zhong Lan said in a daze.

Crow-like feathers brushed against Wen Yao's earlobe finely, and the three-dimensional nose was small and smooth. With the rotation angle of the bell's head, it scratched on the neck, itching directly from the skin to the bottom of the heart.

Wen Yao was short of breath, but he didn't dare to breathe too fast so as not to startle.The hand paused in the air for a while, then hugged him tightly, and gently stroked his black hair: "I am here."

Zhong Lan seemed relieved, hummed, and leaned on his shoulder, gradually falling asleep.

boom--

The door suddenly opened wide, and Li Quan's thin voice sounded outside the door: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! The ice cubes are here!"

He chattered all the way in as usual, just passed the screen, his voice hoarse.

Huh?Why is there someone else on this bed?

Thin and vigorous hands lifted the gauze curtain, revealing half of Wen Yao's side face: "Shhh—"

Li Quan: "?"

Good guy, not only is there someone on the bed, but he is also hugging His Majesty.

Li Quanhe covered his mouth tightly as if he had eaten ten catties of garlic, winked, and told Wen Yao that he wanted to bring ice in.

Wen Yao made a "please" expression, and then put down the gauze curtain.He carefully put the clock rail on the bed, this movement was extremely gentle and gentle, when he lay down, the little eunuchs had already placed huge ice basins on the four corners of the bed.

As the surroundings cooled down, Zhong Lang obviously felt much better.Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get out of bed.

Suddenly a hand grabbed his leaving finger.

Zhong Lan said confusedly: "You are still comfortable."

Wen Yao: "..."

Li Quan came over with ice water to wipe Zhong Lang's body: "..."

Wen Yao quickly rolled out of bed.

Li Quan's expression was delicate and terrified: "Young Master Wen, why don't you come to wipe your majesty's body?"

Wen Yao's ears were red: "No. My hands don't matter."

As if fleeing for his life, he fled to the other end of the screen, with his back to the half-lit screen, as if he was afraid of seeing Zhong Lang's longing for him again.

After a while, Li Quan came out carrying the basin and sighed.

Wen Yao's eyes flickered: "Eunuch, what's the matter, Your Majesty?"

"Well, the slave doesn't know either. Since three years ago, he has been suffering from migraines all the time. But the imperial doctor said that unlike ordinary headaches, His Majesty will still be confused, have a high fever, and attack people at every turn."

"Three years?"

"Your Majesty's first illness was shortly before your batch of protons arrived," Li Quan recalled, "about once every four or five months, but recently it has become more and more frequent."

Wen Yao frowned: "Is there no cure?"

Li Quan sighed, shook his head and said that he had tried all kinds of prescriptions, but none of them worked.

At this moment, a weak voice came from behind the screen: "Come and stay with me."

"Just get over it, it's nothing serious," Li Quan said in Wen Yao's ear with a gossiping expression, "My lord, go quickly. Your Majesty will kick us out if he gets sick, and you are the only one who can be summoned actively." .”

Wen Yao was startled, then smiled and nodded to Li Quan.

He was walking past the screen when Zhong Lan vaguely urged him.

"Wen Yao, hurry up..."

Wen Yao.

The pace stopped in place.

Today's purpose, which had just been forgotten, quickly reoccupied his mind, rushed to the top of his head, and mocked Wen Yao with his teeth and claws.

The demon laughed at him wantonly in his mind: "He shouldn't know your real identity! Who is this Wen Yao called? Who does he want to hug?!"