He has not lived enough

The noble son raised by a century-old family is different. Zhao Yu, the fake and stupid king, trembled, and finally completed the first step by comparing himself with others.

Zhao Yu wiped his sweat on the horse's back, it was really hard for him.

The master of riding and shooting also wiped off his sweat, but at this moment, he hoped that Zhao Yu would either not come like before, or just stand quietly on the sidelines.

I have been a riding and shooting master for so many years, and I have never seen someone as unathletic as him. Of course, I can't say this to death.

Not only can't say it, but you have to flatter: "Your Majesty, you learn so fast!"

Zhao Yu immediately forgot the difficulties before, raised her chin and smiled triumphantly: "Yes, I think so too!"

He was good-looking and young, usually arrogant and indulgent, making people avoid him, but today he was smiling and showing some youthful cuteness.

The master of riding and archery was also stunned by this smile. Zhao Yu had already got off his horse and started to walk. He didn't dare to let this ancestor ride by himself, so he hurried forward a few steps to follow.

Knowing his own level, Zhao Yu sought stability rather than speed and walked slowly while holding the reins. The brown horse was also surprisingly docile, carrying him around the school grounds for four or five laps without any impatience, even shaking his head from time to time rub him.

After a while, Zhao Yu became more courageous, and started to run slowly on the horse.

The master of riding and archery and Zhang Defu's favorite Lao Gao, but fortunately this pony carried Zhao Yu very steadily and ran several laps in the school grounds.

It was refreshing to see the scenery on horseback at first, but when the sweat gradually disappeared, a gust of cold wind blew in and Zhao Yu shivered suddenly, and then began to sneeze one after another.

Zhang Defu has been nervous since Zhao Yu got on the horse, and now he is even more anxious: "Your Majesty, it's getting late, don't catch a cold!"

Zhao Yu stopped the horse and was about to speak when the sneeze came again.

"Then let's do this today first, and continue tomorrow——sneeze!"

After being helped off the horse, Zhang Defu quickly put on the cloak for him.

Zhao Yu reluctantly bid farewell to the little brown horse, and the group returned to the bedroom in a mighty manner.

Zhao Yu originally thought that Zhang Defu was making a big fuss, but he was just blowing some cold wind, so he was so surprised.

Facts have proved that he underestimated how fragile the little emperor is.

After returning to the bedroom, the ground dragon was burning hot, but Zhao Yu still felt cold and dizzy.

The palace servants at the side helped him change his clothes and lay down on the bed. Zhang Defu felt his forehead was hot, so he hurried to the doctor Xuan.

Although he doesn't want to take medicine, Zhao Yu also knows that in ancient times, typhoid fever would kill him at any time through the experience accumulated from TV dramas.

The system also told him that before saving up to 100 million, if he dies unexpectedly, he will really be gone, so he just lay down and waited for the doctor.

But is it really okay for the little emperor to be a fool with his body?

One must know that the harem of those famous foolish emperors are full of concubines, how can his small body, which can collapse at the blow, resist it?

While Zhao Yu was thinking wildly, the imperial physician had already arrived, and through the dark red bed, he saw Zhang Defu leading a tall figure in.

Zhang Defu leaned over to report: "Your Majesty, the Imperial Physician Lu Yunlu from the imperial hospital is here."

After Zhao Yu let out a "huh", the veil was lifted, and he could see the doctor Lu clearly.

It was not the grey-haired ancestral old Chinese doctor that Zhao Yu imagined, but a very elegant and handsome young gentleman. The little emperor had never seen him before, and he was probably new to the job.

Lu Yun stood beside the medical box, tall and not thin, exactly the kind of figure that Zhao Yu envied. After seeing Zhao Yu, her peach blossom eyes were slightly bent, and she put down the medical box and saluted.

His movements are elegant and respectful, not like an imperial doctor, but more like a gentle and courteous scholar, which makes people feel good about him.

It's just that Zhao Yu is not in the mood to admire the handsome man now, he opened his mouth to speak and then coughed, so he had to wave his hand to excuse him.

Lu Yun said politely, "I'm sorry."

He took out a silk handkerchief and put it on Zhao Yu's wrist, and began to check the pulse. After the diagnosis, he asked Zhang Defu a few questions. It was Zhao Yu's guess that it was typhoid fever, so he wrote the prescription.

After Lu Yun finished prescribing the prescription, Zhang Defu personally brought it to the palace people to watch them decoct the medicine.

After Zhang Defu left, Zhao Yu twitched on the bed and couldn't help saying: "Doctor Lu, cough... I still have a problem."

Lu Yun, who was packing up the medical box, stopped: "What's wrong with your Majesty?"

Zhao Yu pointed to the middle of his legs: "Is there any medicine that can take effect quickly?"

Lu Yun raised her eyebrows, and said slowly: "There are medicines, but you are still young now, and using those medicines may hurt the root cause. I will give you a prescription for nourishing the kidneys and strengthening the essence. Taking it for one month can keep you healthy." Your Majesty leaps like a dragon and a tiger, soaked in rain and dew."

Zhao Yu: "..."

How did you start the car so well?

He simply lifted the quilt, took off his underwear and spread his legs. Lu Yun was taken aback by the little emperor's bold action, but soon realized what was going on.

These legs have almost no hair, are white and smooth, and have no muscles due to lack of exercise on weekdays, but they are also slenderer than women's legs, with a seductive beauty that crosses gender.

But at this moment, the inner thighs of these legs were extremely red and swollen, and some places were even torn, as if they had been ravaged by force.

During the horseback riding in the afternoon, Zhao Yu only cared about freshness, but who knew that the root of his thigh was so painful that when he was waiting for the imperial doctor just now, he looked at it and it turned red.

Zhao Yu wanted to endure it at first, but now his legs are getting hotter and hotter, and it may be difficult to stand up tomorrow without applying some medicine.

He himself is not afraid of hardships, but the little emperor's body seems to be particularly sensitive to pain. At this moment, the high fever and abrasions made it even more difficult for him to bear.

So damn delicate!

Lu Yun's eyes flickered, and she touched the red and swollen area with her fingers. Zhao Yu burst into tears from the pain. After a while, she said, "It hurts to ride a horse. Is there any medicine for quick pain relief?"

His burning eyes were a little blurred, and squinting at Lu Yun at this moment looked like a cat acting like a spoiled child.

Lu Yun's heart felt a little itchy as if being scratched by a cat. He turned his eyes away calmly, and took out a white jade square box from his arms.

"This is the ancestral secret medicine of the minister's family. It can relieve pain and swelling after applying it twice."

As soon as Zhao Yu heard the words of ancestral secret medicine, Zhao Yu felt that it was reliable, and quickly took the box, which still had Lu Yun's body temperature on it.

Opening the lid of the box, there is no unpleasant smell as expected, but a faint fragrance, and there is a bright green solid paste inside.

Just as Lu Yun was about to talk about how to use it, Zhao Yu had already picked out a large piece and applied it on her legs, but the paste couldn't be spread at all, instead it got all over her hands and legs.

Zhao Yu looked at Lu Yun for help, and Lu Yun smiled and said warmly: "My minister is here to give you medicine."

He first wiped Zhao Yu's hands and legs clean with a handkerchief, and then washed his hands. Then he took a little ointment the size of a soybean and covered it in the palm of his hand. After a while, the ointment melted into a green cream.

Lu Yun said in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

Afterwards, he put his hand on Zhao Yu's leg, and Zhao Yu stiffened reflexively, preparing to face the pain. As a result, the moment the ointment was applied to his skin, there was a slight chill, and most of the burning pain had disappeared.

After he relaxed, Lu Yun spread the ointment slightly with her palm, and the force was just right, Zhao Yu squinted her eyes comfortably.

After applying the ointment, Lu Yun gave him a leg massage: "You don't ride horses often, and your legs will be swollen and sore tomorrow apart from scratches. I will press it for you and it will be fine."

After all, it was a relatively private part, so Zhao Yu was a little embarrassed at first, but Lu Yun's expression was flat, as if she was doing something very ordinary, and Zhao Yu was relieved.

In the eyes of the doctor's parents, he is just a piece of meat in the doctor's eyes. Besides, they are both men, so there is nothing to avoid.

So Zhao Yu relaxed his legs and lay down. I have to say that this ancestral secret medicine is different, and Lu Taiyi's technique is really good. If it wasn't for the headache, he would feel comfortable humming.

No wonder everyone wants to be an emperor, this treatment is really good.

Lu Yun stopped pressing it for about a quarter of an hour. Zhao Yu actually wanted him to press it again, but was too embarrassed to speak, so she reluctantly watched him wipe his hands and cover himself with a quilt. It was very considerate and thoughtful. A gentle person.

It happened that Zhang Defu also came in with the medicine, Zhao Yu sat up with a bitter face, he was ready to frown in pain, he took the bowl and dried it with his head up, but the medicine was not as bitter as imagined, and his brows loosened all of a sudden .

Lu Yun's eyes flickered as he watched his expression change.

Inside and outside the palace, he heard many rumors about the little emperor. Some said that he was moody, some said that he was useless, some said that he was arrogant and domineering. In short, he was not made to be an emperor.

Seeing him today, the little emperor really doesn't look like an emperor.

Too bright, too fragile, and...too naive.

It's really not suitable for this boring Miyagi.

"Doctor Lu, are you coming tomorrow?" Seeing that Lu Yun was about to leave, Zhao Yu asked reluctantly.

"Your Majesty, please have a good night's sleep. If the fever subsides at night, you will be fine tomorrow..." Seeing Zhao Yu looking at her expectantly, Lu Yun added slowly: "Your Majesty can call your ministers over at any time."

Only then did Zhao Yu happily shrink back into the bed. Lu Yun pressed it so comfortably. When he recovers, he must have a full-body health care!

Not long after taking the medicine, Zhao Yu fell into a deep sleep. He didn't wake up after sweating all over the night. When he woke up the next day, he felt that his underwear was wet.

In a daze, she thought she was at home, Zhao Yu rubbed her eyes and was about to change clothes, but just as she sat up, she saw a figure in green uniform standing at the table with her back to her.

Zhao Yu was thinking about who it was, but the person turned around and said calmly, "Your Majesty is awake."

Hearing this voice, Zhao Yu became tense in conditioned reflex, and he had already dug out the name of the person in his mind.

Prime Minister of Jin Dynasty, Bai Qingyu.

As for when he came, Zhao Yu didn't know, and he didn't dare to ask, so he watched Bai Qingyu walking towards the bed calmly.

Standing down by the bed in a leisurely manner, Bai Qingyu's black hair was neatly bundled up in the jade crown without any mess, his robes were also spotless, his brows were stern, and his whole person was as calm and serene as if he had stepped out of an ink painting.

The noble son raised by a century-old family is different. Zhao Yu, the fake and stupid king, trembles. Compared with others, he looks like a quail covered with a dragon robe.

"Isn't Bai Xiang going to court today?" Afraid he would find out that he was a fake, Zhao Yu vaguely remembered that there seemed to be an early court today, so he hurriedly asked.

Bai Qingyu straightened up and said coolly: "Your Majesty is busy with all kinds of affairs, I'm afraid I'll forget it, take a rest today."

Zhao Yu: "..."

Touching his nose in embarrassment, he also felt that he was really shameless as the emperor, and Mu Xiu didn't even know it in the court.

Fortunately, Bai Qingyu didn't continue to taunt, and instead said: "Yesterday, after finishing the government affairs, the palace gate was closed, and I couldn't visit the palace. How does Your Majesty feel today?"

Zhao Yu nodded again and again: "It's much better."

After thinking for a while, he flattered him again: "I know I'm not qualified enough, and I've made Mr. Bai worry about both the inside and outside of the court..."

What he said was sincere, if Bai Qingyu hadn't played the leading role alone, how could he be so comfortable eating, drinking and having fun in the palace with the strength of the little emperor, whose mud can't support the wall.

Bai Qingyu gave Zhao Yu a strange look. In the past, Zhao Yu would either quarrel with him or not even want to say a word, but today he would still be polite to him.

It's not like Zhao Yu's style.

He was dissatisfied with this little emperor, Bai Qingyu. He was not as gentle and steady as the first prince, nor as fierce and decisive as the other two princes. He was raised in the palace since childhood like beautiful jade, exquisite and precious, but also useless.

The former emperor and the crown prince had shown great kindness to him and the Bai family, and he wanted to protect Zhao Yu both in public and privately, but this was really not the material to be an emperor.

Yesterday, the little emperor complained of a stomachache again in the morning. Bai Qingyu was too busy dealing with military affairs in the Northwest to take care of him. Anyway, in order to skip class, Zhao Yu suffered pain here and there for three days. In the end, he called the imperial physician again at night, and the palace servants came to report this time It's really sick.

Looking at Zhao Yu today, although he is still a little weak, he is in good spirits.

Normally, the little emperor would only talk stupid things, making people wonder if all his talents were focused on that pretty face. Although he still looks dumb today, it somehow seems... more pleasing to the eye.

Zhao Yu was stared at by Bai Qingyu a little nervously, for fear that he would be found out if he said something wrong, but fortunately Zhang Defu brought someone in at this time.

As if seeing a savior, Zhao Yu hurriedly said: "President Bai, wait a moment, I will change my clothes first."

Bai Qingyu nodded, got up and went outside to avoid it, Zhao Yu was relieved, and his wrist shook again.

After secretly clicking on the new task, Zhao Yu's eyes widened immediately.

"Mission: Bai Qingyu's favor;

Task requirements: Have close and friendly contact with Bai Qingyu to increase his favor. (0/2)

Task points: 5000;

Mission description: If you want to be stable, Bai Xiang needs to hug his thighs tightly. "

Why does this task feel gay in gay...

And regarding the previous tense relationship between the original owner and Bai Qingyu, would he be kicked out if he went to touch porcelain?

Zhao Yu hesitated for a while, but was finally confused by the bright 5000 points below.

5000 points plus the previous 2000, rounded up to [-].

This mission has been accepted by the faint king!

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