The world beneath the bed curtains was small and dim.
The thin quilt of early autumn covered the bodies of the two people.
Slender and powerful fingers, together with lips and tongue, conquer the city.
Causes shudders.
"Your Majesty, don't..."
Until the dark pupils were wet by the water vapor, and the bitter fragrance filled the curtains.
Wen Qingci's left hand weakly clenched the cotton mattress and then loosened it.
Xie Bufeng finally stopped what he was doing, suppressed his emotions, and embraced the person next to him in his arms.
*
The Jinyi Palace, which was used as the "Imperial Study", was finally renovated.
The Imperial Medical Bureau also moved back at this time.
In front of the courtyard gate, a wooden plaque with three large characters "Yao Sheng Chen" was slowly hung back.
Everything is back to normal.
Even more lively than before.
Several rooms in the front yard of the Imperial Medical Bureau that were used to store medicinal materials were equipped with several tables and desks and transformed into a medical school.
The tables were not facing the same direction as usual, but were placed facing each other.
In late summer, there was a chill in the air.
All I could hear was the sound of raindrops, and outside the window was a vast expanse of lush green.
“… I’m really sorry to trouble you, Master Wen,” the young doctor said as he stood beside Wen Qingci, looking embarrassed. “You’re so busy on weekdays, but I can’t even do such a small thing. I’m sorry to trouble you.” As he spoke, he became more and more embarrassed.
Wen Qingci smiled and shook his head slowly, saying, "It's okay. Drawing is not something that can be done overnight."
"Yes, yes—" the healer nodded quickly.
He had just come to the Imperial Medical Bureau last autumn and had never met Wen Qingci before. He had only vaguely heard rumors about him.
When he was ordered to copy "Xinglin Jie'e", he was still a little afraid of Wen Qingci.
But after spending a few days together, he gradually discovered that Wen Qingci was not as scary as the rumors said.
Even her appearance, personality and temper are first-rate.
No wonder His Majesty likes it!
Thinking of this, he involuntarily turned his gaze away and secretly glanced at Wen Qingci.
Wen Qingci was holding a slender wolf-hair brush, copying the picture bit by bit according to the pattern in "Xinglin Jie'e".
His movements were neither hurried nor slow, and the patterns he drew were delicate and lifelike.
Seeing the pattern under his hand, the doctor held his breath and dared not speak anymore.
The medical school has been renovated, and Wen Qingci will start teaching in a few days.
But before that, the first few chapters of "Xinglin Jie'e" must be copied down.
Several doctors worked for three or two days to copy the text part.
But the illustrations included in it are not something that can be drawn casually.
There was no other way, so after some hesitation, they had to ask Wen Qingci for help.
And he actually took time out of his busy schedule to paint one picture after another.
Everyone in the room held their breath, and for a moment, it was extremely quiet.
It was not until a faint sound of voices was heard in the yard that someone came to their senses and looked outside.
—Xie Bufeng arrived at the Imperial Medical Bureau without changing out of the dragon robe he wore when he went to court.
Although this was a daily routine in Taishu Palace, the doctor was still shocked.
They hurriedly stood up and wanted to step forward to salute, but Xie Bufeng slowly waved his hand and walked straight in.
The young emperor in black stood in front of the table and looked at the paper with everyone else.
The medical practitioners who had gathered around Wen Qingci just now stood up straight immediately, looking at their noses and their hearts.
However, Wen Qingci, who was sitting behind the desk, never looked up and seemed not to notice that there was another person in the hall.
Why hasn't Mr. Wen noticed His Majesty yet
The imperial doctors standing by couldn't help but become worried for Xie Bufeng.
Is it because he is obsessed with painting
After half a cup of tea, Wen Qingci, who had finished drawing the anatomical diagram of the lung lobe, finally paused with his right hand and slowly put down his pen.
The Emperor's tall and straight figure deliberately blocked the sunlight coming in from outside the palace, casting a shadow on the paper.
Xie Bufeng's behavior is inexplicably childish.
"Your Majesty, you are here."
Wen Qingci raised his head and looked towards Xie Bufeng, smiling and winking at him gently.
Xie Bufeng's mind was shaken, and he couldn't help but look away, pretending to be indifferent and said: "My dear minister, you are really serious. You even do such a small thing as copying the book yourself."
At first glance, his tone seemed no different from usual.
But everyone in the room actually sensed a sense of sourness in it.
Xie Bufeng was complaining to Wen Qingci for not paying attention to him immediately.
Wen Qingci had some internal strength after all, so he naturally noticed Xie Bufeng a long time ago.
But one cannot be distracted when drawing an anatomical diagram, so he did not look up at the other person until he had put down his pen.
Wen Qingci cooperated very well and said, "It was my negligence."
"Forget it," Xie Bufeng looked towards the open door on the opposite side, "I heard that the medical school has been repaired, my dear, please take me around to have a look."
Xie Bufeng, who grew up in the imperial mausoleum, is a teenager who dresses like an adult and has a maturity that does not match his age.
Now that he has become the emperor, he acts like a child in front of Wen Qingci.
Hearing this, the imperial doctors surrounding the table immediately dispersed and tacitly made way for Wen Qingci to leave. At the same time, they couldn't help but secretly exchange glances with excitement and nervousness.
They didn't notice that after Wen Qingci walked out of the desk, Xie Bufeng deliberately slowed down his pace.
At the same time, I couldn't help but use force and pinched it lightly as a punishment
The autumn rain has not stopped yet, and the faint smell of earth is spreading around along with the water vapor.
Xie Bufeng held an umbrella and led Wen Qingci across the courtyard to the room opposite.
Although the medical school is large, there is not much inside.
There were several desks in the room, one of which was covered with a scroll of hand-drawn anatomical diagrams.
In addition, there are several herbal illustrations at the back.
The ink on the album was a bit wet, obviously having been painted not long ago.
“… Was this also drawn by you, my dear minister?” Xie Bufeng slowly picked up the atlas.
His paintings are realistic and exquisite, more like a work of art than an illustration.
Xie Bufeng called him "My dear" politely, but he still refused to let go of Wen Qingci's right hand.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Wen Qingci followed the other person's line of sight, his cheeks slightly flushed because of Xie Bufeng's actions.
"Did your dear learn to paint from the Divine Doctor Valley?" Xie Bufeng couldn't help wanting to know more about Wen Qingci.
But the people around him did not answer the question immediately, but paused for a few seconds.
In the silence, the sound of rain becomes clearer.
They fell to the ground with a crackling sound and were shattered into pieces.
The chill emanated from Yu's corpse and seeped into Wen Qingci's bones.
"No," Wen Qingci's voice was still as gentle as before, but at the same time, it was also a little sad and nostalgic, as if he was lost in memories, "... My father taught me when I was a child."
Family and Shanyujian are scars on Wen Qingci's heart.
He never thought that one day he would take the initiative to bring up this matter.
Perhaps it was today's autumn rain that brought back thoughts of the past.
Maybe the palms of the people around me are too warm.
Wen Qingci suddenly couldn't help letting himself go and fell into those memories that were so beautiful that they could burn him now.
“… Shanyujian is backed by Eryan Mountain. Most people grow medicinal herbs for a living, but my family is a little different.”
Xie Bufeng slowly tightened his grip on Wen Qingci's hand.
In the autumn rain, the moon-white figure looks particularly thin.
Wen Qingci recalled with a smile: "We moved to Shanyujian from somewhere else. We didn't have much land at home, so most of the time we had to go up the mountain to collect herbs. I walked in Eryan Mountain with my father when I was very young. My father took me to find herbs and taught me to draw them in a book. Only after all this was done would we pick them."
He raised his left hand with some difficulty and brushed across the painting bit by bit.
The movements were extremely gentle.
Although Songxiu Prefecture was wealthy, Wen Qingci's family was not rich.
But every time he went up the mountain, his father was not in a hurry to collect herbs, but instead focused most of his energy on teaching him to identify herbs.
Before the flood, Wen Qingci had never experienced the cruelty of the world.
In the Yuzu stream, people work at sunrise and rest at sunset, just like the Peach Blossom Spring in the book...
Finally, Wen Qingci suddenly sighed softly, and said with some regret: "It's a pity that I was too young at that time and couldn't afford to erect a monument. Now I want to worship, but I don't know where to go."
There was an indelible sadness in those dark eyes.
Almost all of Xie Bufeng's emotions come from Wen Qingci.
Having lived alone in the imperial mausoleum since childhood, he is also dull in his perception of family affection.
But he could understand it all through Wen Qingci's eyes.
Xie Bufeng embraced Wen Qingci in his arms and whispered in his ear: "... I will go back to Shanyujian with you, find the graves, and pay tribute to them, okay?"
The bone-chilling chill brought by the autumn rain was instantly dispelled.
Wen Qingci quickly shook his head and replied, "No need to do that. This is really too much trouble."
In the past few days, Wen Qingci has learned from others that Xie Bufeng spent a lot of time last year to find the location of Song Junran's family's cemetery and renovated the surrounding area.
He subconsciously thought that Xie Bufeng would also send people to Shanyujian.
At that time, I was the only one alive in the village, and it was too difficult to find the location of the grave.
"No," Xie Bufeng gently patted Wen Qingci's back and shook his head, "Just me and you, my dear."
“… Two people.”
Wen Qingci's breathing stagnated.
Are we going to see our parents only, me and Xie Bufeng
Xie Bufeng has said this, no matter how slow you are, you should understand what he means.
"I want to meet them," Xie Bufeng's voice was filled with caution and nervousness when he said this, "not as the emperor." He hinted ambiguously in Wen Qingci's ear.
Xie Bufeng's heart began to beat heavily.
As the emperor, he possesses the most precious identity in the world.
But in his eyes, all of this is not as tempting and important as another identity.
He slept on the same couch with Wen Qingci, and they were just one step away from each other...
But Xie Bufeng wanted more than just these.
The emperor, who held great power over the world, gently bit Wen Qingci's earlobe and whispered in his ear: "So, my dear, when are you going to give me a title?"
There was a slight nasal tone in his voice, and at first glance his tone was as indifferent as before.
After saying this, Xie Bufeng finally let go of Wen Qingci's earlobe and rubbed his head against Wen Qingci's neck twice.
Wen Qingci's heartbeat was instantly messed up by him.
And suddenly a few words popped up in his mind at this moment... Rather than waiting for a day, why not do it today
(End of this chapter)