Mountains and rivers hand in hand, smile for you

At night, on the way back to the palace, Jing Huan looked at the serious Yan Chu beside him, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Is this the way you said?"

Yan Chu still maintained a serious expression and said: "How is my disguise technique? Not bad, right?"

"Uh... not bad." Jing Huan had to admit that Yan Chu would never have recognized Yan Chu's face that no one would have noticed if he hadn't realized it.

Yan Chu immediately let go of his seriousness, and said with a smile, "From now on, I will be your personal bodyguard Qili. It can not only protect your life, but also pick flowers by the way."

"Then how does Shang Ji explain it?" Suddenly bringing such a big living person back, everyone will doubt it, okay?

"No need to explain."

"How to say?"

"It doesn't matter if he suspects it. Without evidence, he won't do anything to you."

Jing Huan was startled: "Even if you say that..." I'm not sure if he really won't do anything to me.

"Don't worry, it's fine."

Jing Huan had no choice but to leave Yan Chu alone in that thatched hut, he was not at ease, and now he had to keep Yan Chu by his side and watch carefully.

Jing Huan was very free in the palace, no one blocked his way, so he went straight back to the palace, Jing Huan took Yan Chu back to the small courtyard of the Imperial Medical Bureau, and arranged a room for him.

After Jing Huan arranged everything, he returned to his room. After sleeping for so long today, he couldn't fall asleep now. Looking at the time, it's almost Haishi. At this time, everyone is asleep, right?

Jing Huan tried her best to close her eyes, but when she closed her eyes, she was filled with that dream.The dream of Shang Ji when he was unconscious.

It would be great if one day Shang Ji really said those words to himself, but how long can I wait for that day?

no!Jing Huan sat up suddenly, he threw off the quilt and ran out the door.

Shang Ji, wait for me.

Looking at the hurried figure outside the window, Yan Chu sighed.

Jing Huan ran to Shang Ji's bedroom in one breath, the bedroom was pitch black, apparently Shang Ji had already fallen asleep.At the door, Jing Huan hesitated, should he tell him?He was afraid that Shang Ji would stop talking to him after he told him, and would even hate him, but if he didn't say it, Shang Ji would never understand, how much he liked him.

How can I do?Jing Huan was confused.He slowly sat down by the door, hugged his knees with his hands, and frowned.

Shang Ji, what should I do?

"Zhi--" the door was opened, and Shang Ji stared fixedly at the figure leaning against the door.

He stayed up all this time, just waiting for Jing Huan to return to the palace. He knew that Jing Huan had brought back a person, and that person, he also knew, was Chu Yanchu.At this time, besides Chu Yanchu, who else Jing Huan knew and could bring back?Shang Ji couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, but his heart, which was originally full of anger, slowly calmed down when he heard the movement outside the door.The people outside the door hadn't moved for a long time, and he couldn't help opening the door. When the huddled figure at the door came into his eyes, his heart softened.

Chu Yanchu, if he wants to save, let him do it.

Shang Ji hugged Jing Huan into the house, put him on the bed and covered him with a quilt, and then he also lay down under the quilt and leaned against Jing Huan.

In the dream, Jing Huan seemed to have found a source of heat. He hugged Shang Ji's waist with one hand, rubbed his head in Shang Ji's arms, and fell asleep satisfied.

Shang Ji froze and remained motionless. This subtle feeling made him very comfortable. He also took advantage of the situation to wrap his arms around Jing Huan's waist and fell into a deep sleep.

It seems that I sleep very well tonight.

In the morning, Jing Huan opened his eyes in a daze. When he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he was stunned. How could he be on Shang Ji's bed?Hongyun rushed to his face, he sat up suddenly, and looked around anxiously.

What the hell happened last night?He only remembered that he was in a daze in front of Shang Ji's house and seemed to have fallen asleep. Could it be that Shang Ji woke up this morning and found himself outside the door and then hugged himself in?Wait, it wasn't him who hugged it, it was someone who carried it in.Why didn't I catch a cold when the cold wind blew all night?

"Ah—" Jing Huan rubbed her head irritably, if she couldn't figure it out, she might as well stop thinking about it!

"What's wrong?" The door was suddenly opened, and Shang Ji looked at Jing Huan who was restless and asked.

Jing Huan was taken aback for a moment, then blushed, and said falteringly, "No, it's fine."

Shang Ji didn't say much, and he came directly after morning, just when Jing Huan also woke up.

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry."

The two spoke at the same time, both of them stunned.

Shang Ji was the first to recover, he ordered the food, and it was served soon.

Jing Huan jumped out of bed, sat down at the table and moved his chopsticks.Shang Ji sat opposite him, watching him silently.

Jing Huan could still eat well at first, but after a while he really couldn't stand Shang Ji's eyes.

"Shang Ji, don't you want to eat?" Jing Huan asked.

"Ate."

"Then, can you stop looking at me like this?" I was nervous.

Shang Ji was taken aback for a moment, then moved his eyes away.

The meal was quickly settled by Jing Huan, he swore it was the most uncomfortable meal he had ever had.

After dinner, Shang Ji proposed to go to the imperial study to approve the memorial, and Jing Huan followed.In the imperial study room, Shang Ji was silently approving the memorial at the desk, while Jing Huan watched Shang Ji silently from the side.

After a long time, Jing Huan finally said slowly: "Shang Ji, I, I brought a person back from outside the palace last night."

"I know."

"How do you know?!" Jing Huan asked in surprise.

Shang Ji remained silent and did not answer.

"Then why don't you ask me?"

"Ask you, would you say it?" Shang Ji asked indifferently.

Jing Huan was taken aback, what did Shang Ji mean?

"You don't even ask me, how do you know I won't tell?" Jing Huan felt aggrieved.

"Then I will ask you."

"You!" Jing Huan was angry.

"Then last night..."

"how?"

"No, it's fine."

Shang Ji glanced at him indifferently, bowed his head and remained silent.

"Then you are busy, I will go first."

Without waiting for Shang Ji's answer, Jing Huan left the imperial study as if fleeing.