Ji Yue took Wei Lian back to the bedroom, put him on the couch, and then sat beside the bed and took off his shoes.
The room is smoked with a touch of ambergris, lingering on the tip of the nose, which is very soothing. The dragon bed is huge, more than enough to accommodate five or six people. Wei Lian moved inside without a trace, and pulled the quilt around himself.
When Ji Yue turned around, he saw a large distance between him and the young man: "..."
very good. The other party is very conscious.
For King Qin, who has a strong sense of territory, he really does not like to be too close to people. The young man fell ill last night, and there was nothing he could do to subconsciously find a source of heat to snuggle up to him. Today, Wei Lian is sober, and naturally he knows how to separate the Chu, Han, and Han boundaries.
... but still a little unpleasant.
Ji Yue didn't know where his unhappiness came from. Maybe it was because he was the only one who despised others and did not allow others to avoid him.
Ji Yue pulled down the curtain and looked down at Wei Lian: "You rolled the quilt away and asked Gu to cover it?"
Wei Lian was stunned for a moment, then slowly loosened the quilt, and reluctantly threw it to him.
Ji Yue unceremoniously took all the quilts away.
He is the King of Qin, and there is absolutely no reason to share it with others.
Last night it was not to care about the patient.
Wei Lian sat on his knees obediently: "Your Majesty, can you divide the ministers a little?"
Ji Yue had an air of incomprehension in his heart, and deliberately made things difficult: "No."
Wei Lian thought for a while: "Can you add a futon then?"
Ji Yue emphasized: "No-no."
Wei Lian: "?"
This is not the King of Qin. Who is this childish ghost who doesn't know what's going on
Ji Yue glanced at him out of the corner of the eye, covered the quilt by himself, turned his back on him, and didn't intend to care about him.
Wei was shivering in the night, clutching a thin middle coat.
... that's not. The dragon was burning in the house, which was very warm. But it was a cold winter night outside, and if you slept without a quilt, you would definitely catch a cold again.
Wei Lian thought for a moment, and without saying a word, rushed forward to grab the King Qin's quilt.
The moment Wei Lian rushed over, Ji Yue noticed it. How could someone as cautious as him easily leave his back undefended to the other party. It has become a habit to be on guard at all times, almost immediately grabbing Wei Lian's throat with a backhand.
Wei Lian's voice was even faster: "If Your Majesty doesn't give it, I'll take it by myself."
Ji Yue paused, and Wei Lian grabbed half of the quilt.
Ji Yuefeng's eyes narrowed slightly: "Wei Lian, are you dying?"
No one had ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.
Wei Lian hugged the quilt and said earnestly, "I have not recovered from the cold last night. If I get cold again tonight, I am afraid that the sickness will be passed on to Your Majesty, and this minister will not be blamed for his death. It is for His Majesty's sake that I have to take care of my own body. ."
He raised his eyes and said sincerely, "This minister is all for your sake."
Ji Yue: "..."
Lonely believe your evil.
Ji Yue: "Let go."
Wei Lian: "Your Majesty..."
Ji Yue: "I don't listen to you alone."
Wei didn't let go, but Ji Yue ran out of patience, so he grabbed it by himself.
One was holding on to the quilt, while the other insisted on grabbing the quilt back. The two weak crown youths are like children with a stubble, and they are entangled with each other, and neither will let them.
Ji Yuejiu was laughed at by this daring Wei Lianqi.
—Actually, if Ji Yue was really angry, it would be okay to directly ask someone to drag Wei and go out and kill him.
The King of Qin was never really angry.
Wei Lian grasped the bottom line very well. He always knew how to protect himself.
In the end, Wei Lian, a "weak man with no power to tie a chicken", was slightly inferior, and Ji Yue snatched the quilt from his arms, ending the battle for the quilt.
Ji Yue didn't stop, he didn't expect Wei Lian to let go of his hand suddenly, still exerting force, Wei Lian was pulled over by him along with inertia.
Rolled into his arms with the quilt.
Both of them froze.
Wei Lian leaned on Ji Yue's shoulder and was about to get up when a female voice suddenly came from outside the tent: "Xiaguan greets Your Majesty."
Wei Lian stopped for a moment, sank down, and quietly nestled in Ji Yue's arms.
Ji Yue said coldly, "Who are you? How dare you enter the palace without a summons?"
The woman hurriedly said: "Go back to your majesty, the lower official is Tongshi female official."
Tongshi female official, responsible for recording the affairs of the emperor Yunyu.
Their duty is to remember the birthdates, preferences, and dates of all the concubines. When the emperor summons his concubines, they will record them with a red pen outside the tent, including whether to give medicine or allow children to be born afterwards, so as to ensure that the blood of the dragon descendants is pure.
In this way, which concubine is pregnant, as long as you check according to the month, you will know whether it is right or not.
The late king was lustful, there were countless concubines in the harem, and he could often have several daughters at night. Ten female officials of Tongshi were too busy. There was even one female official who was remembering outside the account.
In the generation of King Qin Chang, they were pure-hearted and had few desires, and there was not a single harem, and the female officials of Tongshi were collectively unemployed.
It's really a drought, a drought, and a flood.
It's hard to have one, but it's still a man.
Men can't get pregnant, and the female officer Tongshi doesn't know why she's here. Anyway, it's customary to come.
She is also confused.
Wei Lian grabbed Ji Yue's shoulder with his fingers, as if he was ashamed to see people.
When the female official Tongshi was outside, he could only see two overlapping blurred figures in the tent.
She was disturbed in the middle of the process, and the female official Tongshi was also very embarrassed.
Wei Lian saw that people were still standing outside, and sobbed: "Your Majesty..."
It was soft and sweet. Not to mention the King of Qin, even the female official Tongshi who was separated by a curtain was stunned.
The Servant is really a stunner. she thinks.
Ji Yue scolded: "Things that don't wink, don't hurry up!"
Tongshi female officer bit her head and said: "This is the duty of the subordinate..."
Wei Lian's voice became lower, with a hint of trembling: "You go out first..."
I don't know whether to say it to her or to His Majesty.
The female officer Tongshi thought about it for a while, and there is no need to use the honorific title "you" for her words.
If it is to His Majesty...
go out? where to go
The female official Tongshi was shocked and did not dare to think about it.
Ji Yue didn't expect Wei Lian to improvise, but he also cooperated.
"Tongshi's female official's responsibility is to ensure that the bloodline of the emperor's heir is pure. If you can make Wei Lang carry the dragon heir, you will continue to stay and perform your duties." Ji Yue said calmly.
Tong Shi female official: "… "
The female officer Tongshi squeezed her sweat and said, "Xiaguan retire." Then she immediately slipped away.
When she was about to go out, she vaguely heard the young man's repressed low panting.
Tong Shi's face didn't change, but her pace quickened a bit.
in the account.
Ji Yue was expressionless: "Okay."
Wei Lian immediately let go of him, moved back a bit, and said respectfully, "I'm sorry."
Ji Yue sneered: "Do you still know how to be rude? There is no etiquette in your eyes."
Wei Lian knelt down and laughed, as if listening to Jun's disposal.
"Thinking that if you act hard, you will be able to make Gubu hold you accountable for your treason?" Ji Yue was still scolding, "You think too much... What are you doing?"
Wei Lian got out of bed barefoot: "I have no bedding, so I will definitely catch a cold at night. I can't pass on the sickness to Your Majesty, so I'd better go to sleep on the soft couch."
The soft couch is no better than the dragon bed, and it is more important to be placed in the outer room. There is no charcoal fire at night, and it is very cold.
Ji Yue's tone sank: "Come back!"
"Just in this room, you are not allowed to go anywhere."
Wei Lian stopped, turned around and said aggrieved: "But... it's too hard to sleep on the floor."
Ji Yue: "..."
Ji Yue is indifferent: "Sleep in bed."
Wei Lian was worried: "I'm sick-"
Ji Yue smashed the quilt over his head and covered his face: "I am alone!"
Wei Lian took the quilt in his arms and listened to the awkwardness hidden in King Qin's anger, and the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile.
The author has something to say: Ji Yue, the shame of the tyrant world, was restrained to death by the black-bellied beauty.
—"King Qin Chang Biography"