you are unspeakable

This sleep was very deep, like returning to a child, sleeping peacefully in the arms of the mother. At that time, there was no need to worry about anything. The sun was shining when you opened your eyes, and the warm embrace when you closed your eyes, and all the sorrow and pain were isolated. .

Under the dry and warm blanket, Emperor Mingde was reluctant to open his eyes when he woke up. He drank medicine before going to bed, and beside him was a fiery body. The body temperature of the young man was dried up.

Normally, Emperor Mingde, who always loves cleanliness, would definitely call someone in to wait on him and change his clothes and bedding, but at this moment he felt that this was nothing, he was so comfortable that he didn't even want to change his posture.

People say that warm, fragrant and soft jade in the arms is the most beautiful enjoyment in the world. This is not deceiving. Although the one in the arms is a man, neither soft nor slender, Song Cui feels satisfied while holding it. I don't know how long they slept, each of them noticed that the other had woken up, but neither of them wanted to talk, neither wanted to move, their bodies felt lazy, but their hearts were very satisfied.

But he couldn't fall asleep again, Song Cui opened his eyes, and saw the jet-black hair in the bright yellow quilt, he stretched out his hand and touched it gently, it was as smooth as silk.

"Your Majesty, are you awake?"

The voice of just waking up was a bit lazy, which was hard to hear on weekdays. It rang in his ears lowly. His breath brushed over Emperor Mingde's head. Emperor Mingde closed his eyes and hummed very lightly.

Song Cui heard it, hooked his lips, and asked, "Are you hungry? Is there any discomfort in your body? Do you want me to call the imperial doctor to come and have a look?"

Emperor Mingde sighed, the hand under the quilt touched the back of the hand around his waist, squeezed it softly, and said negatively: "I'm not hungry, and I don't feel any discomfort, Zhongshen, I don't want anyone now. See."

Song Cui naturally heard the displeasure in Emperor Mingde's words, and he tightened his hands on Emperor Mingde's waist: "I just want to hug His Majesty all the time, and don't care about the common things in this world, but Your Majesty Still sick, I'm worried."

Emperor Mingde's heart softened, and he turned around, so that the two were lying face to face, and the worry in Song Cui's eyes could be seen at a glance. Emperor Mingde took Song Cui's hand and put it on his forehead: "Touch, But is it still hot?"

Song Cui touched it, moved his body down again, and pressed his forehead to it, and said after a while: "It's not as hot as before, but I still don't worry, Your Majesty," Song Cui moved closer and kissed Ming Ming Emperor De's nose, softly coaxing: "Is it okay for me to ask the imperial doctor to come and have a look? Besides, the illness is gone like a thread, and your majesty should drink medicine in a while. I want to see that your majesty gets better."

Emperor Mingde couldn't resist him, and gave him a look: "Go, go."

Song Cui shook Emperor Mingde's hand, and then carefully lifted the quilt out of bed. He tucked the quilt tightly, and suddenly thought of something, and instead of going out in a hurry, he sat on the side of the bed: "Your Majesty is sleeping. I'm sweating, can I let Eunuch Zhong Sheng come in and change the quilt for His Majesty?"

Song Cui left the bed, and Emperor Mingde felt a little damp all over his body, so he nodded.

After Song Cui finished speaking, he was not in a hurry to leave, but continued to sit by the bed, looking like he had something to say, Emperor Mingde saw his eyes and smiled: "A few hours ago, you were so courageous. very?"

Song Cui touched Emperor Mingde's hand through the quilt, and said in a low voice, "I've always been very courageous, but your Majesty just got hot... Your Majesty, do you remember what I said to you just now?"

Co-author Song Cui thought that he just said those words because he was confused?Emperor Mingde's heart choked with anger, and now he really glared at him: "Since ancient times, emperors have always kept their promises, so you should treat me as a joke with you?"

When Song Cui heard what Emperor Ming De said, his smile gradually widened, and his eyebrows stretched: "Your Majesty, take a good rest, and I will be here in a while."

After speaking happily, he walked away quickly, and Emperor Mingde looked sideways at the back of the young man leaving, his heart was gradually filled.

Song Cui left with his front foot, and Zhong Sheng walked in with his back foot. Taking advantage of Song Cui's time to invite the imperial doctor, Zhong Sheng waited on Emperor Mingde to change his bed clothes and sheets, and then helped him lie down.

"How long have I been asleep?" Emperor Mingde asked Zhong Sheng.

"Your Majesty has been asleep for three hours." Zhong Sheng saw that Emperor Mingde's complexion had improved a lot, and his heart sank: "It seems that His Majesty can sleep a lot more peacefully because Lord Song is guarding His Majesty's couch. "

Emperor Mingde glanced at him and chuckled, he didn't say that Song Cui was not keeping the couch for him, but sleeping with him, for fear of scaring Zhong Sheng by saying it.

"Well, maybe the young man is full of anger, and he sleeps better with me." Emperor Mingde leaned on the bed, took a sip of the hot water brought over, and said lightly: "In the future, add an extra bed in the outer room. In the future, Song Cui will have to come and watch over him."

"Hey," Zhong Sheng agreed with a smile: "The old slave will prepare when he turns around, and keep it so that Master Xiao Song can sleep comfortably in the future."

While talking, Song Cui brought the imperial doctor to see him.

The imperial doctor took the pulse of Emperor Mingde and said that there was nothing serious, but the medicine still had to be taken. He prescribed the prescription and was about to go down to grab the medicine and cook it. Some preventive medicines, he has done a good job in serving the disease, so he didn't have to catch the disease."

Others didn't notice the embarrassment in the corners of Emperor Mingde's eyes when he said this, and Song Cui, who was always paying attention to him, didn't miss it. He recalled the intimate contact with Emperor Mingde earlier, his ears were a little red, and he lowered his head and smiled At once, he lifted his sleeves and exposed his wrists: "Please trouble Doctor Liu."

Liu Li didn't dare to be negligent, and hurried forward to take his pulse carefully.

After some tossing, Liu Li left. Song Cui stood aside and watched Zhong Sheng serve Emperor Mingde. After a while, he found that Emperor Mingde was a little tired, so he approached and whispered: "Your Majesty, are you here?" I’m sick, I’d like to rest first, the imperial guards are on duty tonight, I have to go there first, and I’ll come back to see Your Majesty later.”

Emperor Mingde wanted to talk to Song Cui again, but he was really in a bad mood when he was sick, so he nodded.

Song Cui left Changle Palace, first went to the headquarters of the Imperial Guards to order a seat, dealt with some affairs, then patrolled around, and returned to Changle Palace after dark.

Zhong Sheng stayed outside and explained that Emperor De had eaten something just now and was still sleeping. Song Cui nodded and also stayed outside.

At this time, Song Taiwei's mansion.

Du Yi, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, and several other colleagues visited Taiwei's mansion today. They had a meal together and chatted for a while before entering the study. Chen Yi was the first to speak: "Taiwei, what should we do about the food and grass? Our Majesty It’s not that you don’t know, you’re so stubborn, I’m afraid we won’t be able to persuade you.”

"It's a pity that the other princes in the royal family are too young to be called emperor, otherwise he wouldn't have been allowed to take such a big advantage in the first place. Dachang's foundation can't be destroyed in his hands," said Li Yu, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, frowning: "I heard that Your Majesty has gotten close to that Song Cui recently, Taiwei, you drew the genealogy of this person... do you know what kind of person he is?"

After Li Yu finished speaking, everyone turned their attention to Song Zhe's face. Song Zhe's face was gloomy when he heard Song Cui's name.

"I didn't want to keep him when he was five years old. After all, it was the benevolence of my wife who didn't kill him, but expelled him from the Song family..." Song Zhe said coldly, "This son is cruel and merciless. No."

Everyone's face changed.