The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

"The Ninth Prince is determined to stay in our country." Mixed with the sound of intimate kisses in the water, Wei Shengyin continued, "He said that he doesn't need a title, as long as he can stay by His Majesty's side."

Yu Qing's small face was suddenly pinched, and he was dazed and forced to look directly at the man.The man's fingertips caressed his cheeks, the rough texture caused his body to tremble slightly.

"Your Majesty, the Ninth Prince has deep affection for you." Although Qiu Zhiruo's tone was calm, anyone could hear the bitterness and jealousy in it.

The majestic prince of the Western Regions has been the reincarnation of a lucky star since he was a child. No matter how easy-going he appears, he is still proud in his bones.It is precisely this kind of Weishengmo who actually doesn't even want a title in order to stay here.

Qiu Zhiruo knew that the little emperor was very charming, and he himself was a typical example of being fascinated, but he did not expect to reach this point.

The man's words seemed to be torn into pieces and fell into his ears. Yu Qing couldn't hear them clearly. All the words were smashed into pieces and couldn't be pieced together.

He opened his lips, as if he wanted to say something.However, the warmth at the ankles had reached to the toes, and Qiu Zhiruo continued, he couldn't help the soreness in his eyes anymore, and wept softly.

Snowing.

The cold wind blows the snow, and the glazed tile roofs in the distance turn into hazy light gray in the snow and fog.The tall towers in the distance disappeared in the swirling winter snow, and everything seemed unreal.

The winter wind blows snowflakes forward, and a layer of white velvet-like blanket is laid on the ground, and the palace people step on it one after another, leaving footprints in deep pits one after another.

"Are you all ready?"

"It's all ready."

"Your Majesty wants to enjoy the snow with the concubine today. The branches have been built, the red charcoal is ready, and Mrs. Tang..."

The little emperor has been in poor health, and it is easy to catch cold when the weather is cold. Since the beginning of autumn, the little emperor has caught cold frequently. It took a long time for him to improve his health.

The temperature is suddenly cold in winter, and the male concubine headed by Hua Jingshi keeps a close eye on the big and small affairs of the harem. The daily amount of charcoal fire, soup, and hot water for the little emperor must be prepared in advance...

Everyone in the palace knew about these things, but the male and female concubines were still worried, and they always had to watch them one by one and check with their own hands before they could rest assured.

Yu Qing didn't understand what these people were worried about. He was prone to catch a cold when the season changed, and he was greedy for cold, so he often kicked the quilt while sleeping, and it was normal to have a fever occasionally.

They made a fuss, watched him sleep every day, and even touched him in the middle of the night to see if he was covered with a quilt.

...he is not a child.

But he didn't bother to say, they were willing to trouble, so he just let it go.It's just that there was heavy snow recently, and they didn't allow him to go out, and they had to be careful even when going to court, and someone hugged him and sent him into an airtight sedan chair.

Lingxi was helping him comb his hair, he looked at himself in the bronze mirror, stretched out his hand and pinched his face: "Have I gained weight?"

Lingxi touched the little emperor's satin-like hair, and couldn't put it down. When he heard the little emperor say this to himself, he immediately shook his head: "No, your majesty is not fat."

"Your Majesty is the most beautiful."

He didn't read any books, and he didn't know how to praise others. Later, he was led to learn a few characters. The first character he could write and recognize was not his own name, but the name of the little emperor.

But he knows that calling the emperor's name is a serious crime, but he really likes it. Every time he secretly writes the name of the little emperor, and whispers it when no one is around.

He was very surprised why the name of the little emperor was so nice and beautiful, just like the little emperor himself.

Yu Qing ignored him, but stared at himself in the bronze mirror depressedly. It is easy to gain weight in autumn and winter. He is bored in the house every day and rarely moves around. Even if he goes out, he is carried into the sedan chair by a man, for fear that he will blow a little. wind.

How can this not be fat?

Someone outside the window shouted in surprise: "It's snowing again!"

Yu Qing tilted her head slightly, her black hair slid through Lingxi's fingers, bringing a soft touch.Before the spiritual breath had time to recollect, the little emperor said with a cold face: "Order, I'm going to enjoy the snow in the courtyard today."

No matter how well the palace staff prepared in advance, even if Hua Jingshi and the others confirmed the details, they still couldn't handle the sudden bad weather.

Today the wind is very strong, the wind sweeps the courtyard with snowflakes, the plum blossoms in the courtyard are smashed to pieces, the bare branches hang down heavily, shake twice, the snow blocks are silently piled into the snow, and melt with the snow on the ground as one.

"It's too cold." Hua Jingshi said, "Your Majesty shouldn't come to enjoy the snow today."

There are many stoves piled up around, and the charcoal fire is burning vigorously.Even a Lianjiazi like Xie Xuanying still feels bitingly cold in such an environment.

This kind of cold is not raw cold, but gloomy cold. The cold wind is like a small awl drilled into the cracks in the bones, scratching like needles.

"Stop persuading Your Majesty..." Xie Xuanying stopped abruptly in the middle of her words.

Although they took care of the little emperor, they were more of a spoiled child.They will try their best to fulfill the request made by the little emperor.

It's just to enjoy the snow, not to ask for the stars or the moon, if this is not allowed to be seen by the little emperor, it would be too much.

At first, Xie Xuanying still thought about fighting with Hua Jingshi, but after the little emperor had a high fever, he completely lost this idea. Not only him, but all the men in the harem understood, why are they fighting blindly here?

Is there anything more important than the little emperor?

So they put all their original Gongdou thoughts on taking care of the little emperor. Xie Xuanying used the original folk contacts to find many secret recipes for strengthening the body, and followed the imperial concubine to do a lot of medicine, for fear that the little emperor's high fever would not go away. happened again.

Everything in the courtyard was properly arranged. The moment Yu Qing walked out, the cold wind swept over his little face, and he subconsciously shrank his shoulders.

Lingxi immediately took out the scarf and wrapped it around him. He looked down and saw that he had already wrapped two scarves.

Half of her small face was covered under a snow-white scarf, her face was pale, her black eyelashes were like ink, reflecting the vast white snow, like a person walking out of a painting.

Qiu Zhiruo and others saw such a scene as soon as they arrived.

They stopped at the same time, looking at the little emperor who was watching the snow quietly in front of him.

In front of the red plums, in the courtyard, under the golden roof.

The wind blows, Xue Yang, only he does not move.

After a long time, Qiu Zhiruo asked: "Ninth Prince, are you sure that witchcraft is useful?"

The little emperor's health has not been very good, especially recently, Qiu Zhiruo was lucky more than once, luckily the former emperor did not take Yu Qing out of the palace.

If Yu Qingzhen has something good or bad, she can't even find a convenient imperial doctor, and if she is deceived by those charlatans and delays her illness, it will be a big deal.

The little emperor in front of him watched the snow scene for a while, and walked towards the red plum in small steps. A group of people hurriedly protected him, holding Mrs. Tang in their hands, and surrounded him layer by layer, for fear that he would catch cold.

He stared at the red plums on the branches. The red plums were drooping under the weight of layers of snow, and he plucked them lightly with his hands. The white snow fell, and the red plums broke through the ice, revealing their full beauty.

It was a scenery he had never seen before.

Whether it is the golden roof of the palace, or the mahogany of the high gate.It is very strange for him to experience a completely different style in another world and another dynasty.

Yu Qing took off the gloves, and her white hands were extremely pale from the cold, with a transparent feeling like ice.Hua Jingshi, who accompanied him to enjoy the scenery, hesitated to speak, after all, he didn't say much.

He stretched out his hand to touch the red plum, his knuckles shrank, it was cold and real.

"His Majesty."

A calm but worried voice came from behind, and Yu Qing turned her head sideways, revealing a delicate half face, and saw that the person who came was Qiu Zhiruo, and a group of people had obviously worried expressions.

He nodded and returned to the warm bedroom.

"Prince Regent, why are you spoiling His Majesty?"

"This king spoils his interest? Don't make jokes. The weather is so cold, can you let His Majesty stand outside like this, can you bear it physically? Besides, even if this king doesn't want to, he didn't stop His Majesty from continuing to watch the scenery."

A group of people quarreled again.

They seldom quarrel, most of them treat each other as invisible people, only in the matter of the little emperor, they will quarrel.

Xie Xuanying refused to accept and wanted to talk, but Qiu Zhiruo ignored his intention and walked straight into the house.He wanted to follow in, but was stopped by a group of people.

The reason is that the harem cannot interfere in politics.

As soon as Qiu Zhiruo entered the bedroom, the little emperor was lying on the dragon bed, with his back turned to him, obviously getting angry again.

He first baked it by the stove for a while. He had just finished discussing with the ministers, and the wind and dust caught up with him, and a lot of wind and snow accumulated on his body.After his body warmed up and his hands and feet warmed up, he took off his outer robe and got into bed after making sure that it would not be cold enough for the little emperor.

The man's body temperature was already on the high side, and because he had just been roasted by charcoal fire, his whole embrace was warm. Yu Qing felt comfortable, so she let him hold her.

"Angry?"

"Why am I angry?"

He spoke calmly, but did not open his eyes.

"Your Majesty, you have been in poor health recently, and you can't see the wind." Qiu Zhiruo rested his chin on Yu Qing's shoulder socket, and pressed his lips against the jugular artery. The faint but existing beating calmed his restless heart slightly.

"I'm really worried about you."

Since the beginning of autumn, the little emperor had fever about three times, and the most serious one was unconscious, unable to swallow, and vomited whatever he ate.But fortunately, the disease came and went quickly.

The other two imperial physicians said there was no serious problem, but Qiu Zhiruo didn't think so.

The moment he fell ill on the bed, Qiu Zhiruo realized that his little nephew was indeed as fragile as he seemed. Although he was temperamental and willful, before he developed his bad temper, he had an unhealthy personality. Body.

That's why everyone followed him and coaxed him.Because he really needs to be treated cautiously and be loved properly.

Qiu Zhiruo never wanted to see the little emperor lying unconscious on the couch again, God knows how panicked he was at that moment, and this also strengthened his belief in holding the little emperor firmly by his side.

He must not let anyone take his little nephew away.

"I don't mean to restrict you, Your Majesty, when the weather becomes warmer in spring, I will take you out to play." He said, "Private visits in microservices, or anything else, is fine."

Qiu Zhiruo's heart was overwhelmed, and after a long time, a muffled voice came from inside: "I know."

Yu Qing's health has always been poor, no matter in the real world or anywhere.Many times, he himself does not have hope in his frail body, but his family does not.

So he could understand the thoughts of Qiu Zhiruo and this group of people.Many seemingly imprisoning behaviors are actually protection.

"Uncle, I want to sleep alone today."

At this time, they are no longer monarchs and ministers, but close relatives.Qiu Zhiruo disagreed, but he didn't want to make Yu Qing unhappy, so he took a step back, "Shall I lay the floor next to you? This way, if you're thirsty in the middle of the night, I can still pour water for you."

Yu Qing frowned, he's not a child, could it be possible that he can pour water by himself?

I was disgusted in my heart, but I still gave a cold "um" on my face, and said, "If I accidentally step on you, don't cry out for pain."

Facing such childish words, Qiu Zhiruo just chuckled and said he wouldn't.

In the middle of the night, Yu Qing couldn't sleep.

After only staying outside for a short period of time, his nose got a little stuffy. He was weak, but not so weak.It seems that from the moment he ascended the throne, his immunity began to decline, and he had problems with his body at every turn, lethargy, dizziness, and nosebleeds...

But he doesn't hurt.

So when he suddenly saw the panic-stricken faces of the people around him, calling the imperial doctor as if facing a formidable enemy, he was extremely confused.When he looked in the mirror, he realized that he had a nosebleed.

This is the preferential treatment given by the system, he will not feel any pain, and even when he encounters happy things, he will double his speed.As a reward for his perfect completion of the task.

Yu Qing lay on the bed and thought about it for a long time, but in fact it didn't take long.

After reading the memorial, Qiu Zhiruo extinguished the candles before going to bed, walked to the side of the couch in a low voice, and gently kissed the back of the little emperor's hand.

Holding this wrist, he is thin but not thin. His skin is white and pink, which is a very healthy color. He is obviously well-fed, but he always gets sick.

"556."

"I'll leave the world later."

556 was silent for a long time before: 【Ah? 】

Yu Qing said: "Haven't you already completed the main and side missions, you can leave now."

[Yes, but——]

But 556 thought that Yu Qing had feelings for this world.

At first, Yu Qing was not used to it. He was not used to food and clothing. He complained every day, which made his petty temper lose his temper. 556 could only redouble his efforts to coax him.

Over time, he got used to the ancient life and even found a good taste in it.

There are many people here to play with him, and he has always been playful.

556 thought he would like it here.

"Stay here for three years before leaving, and leave now, is there any difference?"

[Do you want to take someone away?The above said that you performed very well this time, and you can allow someone from this world to be taken away to the next world...]

"No." It's not necessary at all.Yu Qing said, "Get out."

He is very calm, maybe because he has been in a high position for a long time, he has a kind of ruthlessness that is high above him, as if he will not stay for anyone.

The appearance of these combinations on Yu Qing made him look even more charming.

Yu Qing really likes this world. The infinite satisfaction and sense of superiority brought by the throne is indeed a very novel experience, but it is just an experience.He is not an emperor, nor is he fit to be an emperor.

He knows better than anyone that he doesn't fit here.

During this period of time, he did not intervene in government affairs, and all the memorials were handed over to Qiu Zhiruo. Qiu Zhiruo was very talented, and he was also very good at dealing with boring government affairs.

He, the emperor, is dispensable to this country.

But he is not dispensable to Qiu Zhiruo and others.

Yu Qing couldn't tell what mood he was in, maybe the eve of parting would always make people sad, he didn't sleep for a long time, until 556 asked.

【Are you sure you don't take anyone away? 】

"I'm sure."

Again without thinking.

【The world is leaving...】

[Successfully escaped. 】