Meng Dong

Meng Dong found that it may not take a long time to adapt to something that he has never tried before. For example, he himself has been used to living alone in the past few years. Among them, but most of the time, he still spends the long night alone. After all, he has many things to do and many secrets to hide. Over time, even the servants who follow him gradually understand his habits and rarely enter him. s room.

But I don’t know when he started sleeping in the same room with another person every day and he didn’t feel awkward. Even when Meng Dong opened his eyes one morning and found that man was lying next to his pillow, he was able to calmly sleep in the same room. His long hair came out from under the man's arm, turned over and continued to sleep.

He was extremely tired the day before. He spent a lot of time playing chess with Yan Hong all night. He thought he could finally fall asleep peacefully, but he didn't expect that the well-behaved palace actually entered the assassin. I don’t know if it’s because of bleeding a lot. He felt sleepy and tired. He didn’t hear what Yan Hong and Qing Xin said, so he fell into a coma. I can't recall how I got back on the bed.

I don't even understand why Yan Hong got on the bed on a sudden whim.

But the longer we know each other, the more Meng Dong gets used to Yan Hong's personality that can never be deduced according to common sense. It seems that at this point, no matter what Yan Hong does, he will not be surprised.Anyway, this prince's mansion belongs to others, and he is now considered his mansion, so what right does he have to control where his prince sleeps.

I don't know if it's because he has been worrying about it for many years. Meng Dong's sleep has not been very good. When he was in the coffin, he often couldn't fall asleep all night, or he woke up before dawn. There are too many things that need to be thought about, designed, planned and arranged, and a string is always stretched in his heart, which makes him sleepless and afraid to give himself the slightest room to relax.

On the contrary, after coming to this palace, he became more and more relaxed and at ease. After experiencing so many things last night, he was able to sleep peacefully until the sun was shining before slowly waking up.

The bitter medicine of the past few days was not in vain. Although he bled yesterday, Meng Dong's complexion was not bad after a full sleep. He sat on the bed in a daze before fully regaining consciousness. When he turned his head, he found that the person beside him had already When he woke up, he was still lying sideways on the bed, not intending to get up.

Yan Hong rested his arms on his pillow, his long hair was scattered beside the pillow, with the laziness of just waking up.His eyes were locked on Meng Dong's body all the time, and he took in all the small movements after he woke up, then turned his eyes, looked at the half of his chest exposed because of the loose shirt, and slowly raised his lips: "It seems that I did it last night." A good dream?"

Naturally, Meng Dong noticed his gaze, frowned slightly, and then laughed at the next moment. He lowered his head and looked at Yan Hong's face: "Why is the lord willing to leave your soft bed and sleep on my bed?"

Yan Hong raised his hand, and his finger slid across the void. With his gaze, it seemed as if it had landed on Meng Dong's chest. won't care.

However, Yan Hong's finger just passed over his chest, slowly descended, and finally landed on his injured arm: "I saw you sleeping on the table last night, so I kindly carried you back to the bed, for fear of touching you." You were very careful with your arm, but you didn't expect that although your arm was injured, the strength of your fingers was not small. They were tightly grasping the skirt of this king's clothes, and refused to let go. The king was afraid of touching your wound, so he had no choice but to Compromise, not to mention, who would refuse a beauty's invitation to fall together?

"My lord also cares about what I do in my sleep? If I want to invite my lord, I have to be upright when I'm awake, for example, right now. It's a pity, my lord, you have more than enough energy." Meng Dong A smile was flying on his face, "Speaking of which, even if I am unconscious in my sleep and hold on to your lapel tightly and refuse to let go, you can also take off your middle coat. Could it be that you can't even find a change of clothes in such a huge palace?" Arrived? Or is it that the lord just wants to take advantage of my sleep to do something that I want to do but can't do during the day? Well, think about it, I am unconscious in my sleep, even if the lord is powerless. See, my lord, you don't have to worry about losing someone."

Yan Hong squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand and squeezed Meng Dong's face: "It's okay to tease this king obliquely, after all, you won't be able to show off your prestige for long." After saying that, he turned over and sat up, and greeted the outside Said, "Qingming, come in and serve the king to freshen up. In addition, Mr. Meng also got up, and asked someone to bring in the decoction."

Meng Dong: "..."

Yan Hong probably can only embarrass himself in this kind of thing, and find fun again.

Meng Dong usually doesn't like to be served by others, but now because of his arm injury, it is inconvenient to do many things, plus there is a person next to him who seems to be waiting to see his jokes at any time, Meng Dong simply completely Entrust yourself out, and let someone serve you to freshen up and change clothes.

The weather was still hot, Meng Dong changed into a light-colored gown with small sleeves, the cuffs were rolled up, exposing his injured arm, his long hair like ink was tied up, and a white jade hairpin was inserted. If you go out and walk on the street, you will be the most dazzling one.

Meng Dong sat in front of the bronze mirror, straightened his hair crown with one hand, saw Yan Hong's gaze from the mirror, and smiled slightly: "Is my lord satisfied with my outfit today?"

"Your appearance, I don't know how many people should have praised you since you were young, but you still have to be praised by this king? However, this king still wants to say that wearing this small-sleeved gown on you is simply astonishing." Seeing that he was not very satisfied with the bun, Yan Hong simply got up, walked slowly behind him, stretched out his hand to pull out the hairpin, took the bun apart, and gently combed Meng Dong's hair with a comb in his hand. "The people in the palace are too stupid, they can't even tie their hair well, so I have to do it myself, I hope Mr. Meng will be satisfied."

Meng Dong saw all his actions from the mirror, and his gaze suddenly became extremely complicated.Yan Hong's movements are actually not proficient, but Meng Dong can tell that this person is very attentive, wishing to comb every strand of hair, then slowly tie it into a bun, and then reinsert that white jade hairpin into the hairpin. At the top, he asked, "How is it now?"

Meng Dong stared blankly at the mirror, and then smiled: "It's much better for the prince to do it himself."

It is impossible for Yan Hong to be good at this kind of thing, so it is impossible for him to tie up his hair to catch up with the servants in the mansion, but...Meng Dong didn't want to expose it, he actually thought from the bottom of his heart that his hair tied up like this is actually very good.

Yan Hong lowered his eyes slightly, and saw that he was worried, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Why is your face so unhappy? Although this king has never done this kind of thing for others, it won't hurt you, right?"

Meng Dong closed his eyes slightly, and when he looked up again, his expression was as usual. He sniffed vigorously, and snorted softly: "It's not that the people in the palace are too nimble, I can smell the bitter medicine soup from a distance. How can you be happy?"

Yan Hong turned around, just in time to see a young servant walking in with a medicine bowl, and a smile appeared on his face: "Why are you so afraid of taking medicine?"

Meng Dong glanced back, took the medicine bowl from the boy servant, and said nonchalantly, "When I was sick, I didn't like to drink medicine, so my mother asked someone to pinch my chin and pour the whole bowl in, saying yes. After doing this for a long time, I am no longer afraid, but it doesn’t seem to have any effect, and even reminds me of the pain of being drugged that day when I smell the medicine, and I hate this kind of thing even more than before.”

He brought the medicine bowl to his eyes and sniffed it gently: "Actually, when you think about it carefully, it doesn't matter. It's just a bowl of something bitter, and it's good for me to drink it."

Yan Hong frowned slightly, and glanced at Qingming. Qingming immediately understood, hurried out the door, and trotted back after a while, holding a small jar in his hand, and presented it to Yan Hong.

Mmmm.

Meng Dong had already frowned and drank the bowl of medicine. Standing beside the table, he gulped down the water. Just as he put down the teacup, something sweet and greasy was stuffed into his mouth, slowly dispelling the residual bitterness. Meng Dong Can't help but ask: "What is this?"

"Candied fruit specially made by someone," Yan Hong said, and fed another one into Meng Dong's mouth. "Last night, Qingxin said that the tonic for the past few days has a little effect, but I still have to continue to drink it. This king can't To make this concoction taste better, I can only let them get some of this thing, and after drinking the medicine and taking one or two pills, it can relieve a little."

As Yan Hong was talking, he lowered his head and wiped the honey stains on his hands, and said casually: "Don't worry, although this king likes to see you force yourself to drink medicine when you don't like it, I won't let you drink medicine like that again." Something happened to you."

The sweet and greasy taste spread in Meng Dong's mouth, and he was momentarily at a loss for words. He could only stare at Yan Hong in a daze, but he didn't know what to say.He has grown up to this day, and has experienced countless sufferings. Everyone around him thinks that he should bear it, but it is the first time that someone wants to help him alleviate this suffering as much as possible.

Meng Dong lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Thank you, my lord."

Yan Hong dried his hands, wiped Meng Dong's lips lightly, wiped off a little of the concoction, and said with a smile, "Okay, it's time for breakfast. The weather is fine today, and I'm so bored in the mansion." It's been a few days, and it's time to go out for a stroll later."

Meng Dong raised his eyes to look at him: "My lord wants to take me out of the mansion?"

"nature."

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I'm going to watch Avengers in the evening, and I have to code well during the day so that I won't be in the mood to update after watching it at night.Because of the clip on Friday, I will update tomorrow as early as possible, and the update the day after tomorrow may be changed to before going to bed at night.Back to normal on Saturday.I hope everyone can understand~

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